Summary: A very dark fic of what might have happened if Halloween went differently. This fic won't fit all the show's timelines, I'm switching a lot of stuff around, so you've been warned. Rated R and later NC-17 for language and sexual content. Vamped Buffy! Spuffy oriented.
Disclaimer: No characters belong to me. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon.
Feedback: This is my first fic, ever! Please review and make me happy. :)
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Chapter 1:
One minute Buffy Summers was walking down the streets of Sunnydale with four children, and the next she was hit with a cold draft of air. Startled, she looked around and realized she didn't know where she was. This place seemed very different to her, like nothing she had ever seen before. This place seemed cold, dark and unwelcoming.
When she realized that she couldn't even remember her name, she began to panic. She couldn't remember but she knew that this world wasn't hers. She could feel it. She had no idea what to do, she wasn't supposed to know what to do. Someone was always supposed to be there to take care of her, and do things for her. She definitely was not equipped to deal with this.
Suddenly she heard a russeling sound behind her, she turned to see a very handsome man of about twenty-something. He wasn't like the men she was accustomed to. This man was dressed very odd, all in black, but the most recognizable thing about him was his platinum coloured hair. She had never seen anything like it. This was the type of man that she was warned about, the bad no-good type of man that her mother and father have often warned her about speaking to.
She turned to walk away when he grabbed her by the arm. "How dare you? Unhand me!" she yelled at him, resisting the urge to cry and run away, frightened.
He just stepped closer to her, until their faces were about an inch apart. His smile made her blood run cold.
She lifted her free arm and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her by the wrist. She let out a whimper, which only made him smile more.
"Now, this is going to be fun," he breathed right into her face.
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Willow stood, feeling a bit disoriented. She looked down towards her feet but she was standing in her body. She scanned her outfit and then the body laying on the porch. 'Oh my god! I'm a ghost. Did I die?' she wondered, getting more and more panicked by the second.
She heard gun shots and ran towards where the noise was coming from.
"Xander!" she shouted.
He turned around, his face mixed with rage and confusion. She quickly noticed the M-16 he was holding in his hand.
She quickly put her hands up, "Xander! It's me, Willow!"
"I don't know any Willow," he answered.
"Xander, quite messing around. This is no time for jokes," Willow told him, getting somewhat annoyed.
Willow looked him straight in the eye, but the eyes that returned her stare, she couldn't put her finger on it but something was different about the look in his eyes. She could tell, when it came to Xander, very little could get by her unnoticed. "You don't know me?" she asked.
Xander lifts his rifle away from her and says, "Lady, I suggest you find cover."
As he turned to walk away from her, she jumps in his way, "No, Xander, wait!"
Instead of bumping into her, he seemed to walk right through her. Somewhat frightened, he raises his rifle at her again, "What are you?" he asks, puzzled.
"Xander, listen to me. I'm on your side, I swear! Something crazy is happening. I was dressed as a ghost for Halloween, a-and now I am a ghost. And you were supposed to be a soldier, and now I, I-I guess you're a real soldier." she tried to explain, realizing just how ridiculous all that must sound.
Xander thought for a moment, "You expect me to believe that?"
"We just need to find Buffy," Willow told him.
"What's a Buffy?"
Willow rolled her eyes and started walking, with soldier Harris following a few feet behind. 'We have to find Buffy, or who knows how bad this will get' she thought to herself.
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Willow and Xander had been walking for what seemed like hours, and they still hadn't found Buffy. Suddenly, Willow heard a familiar scream, one that she had only heard once or twice before but she still knew that voice well. It was Buffy. She broke into a run, with Xander right behind her. They turned a corner to see Buffy in her pink Halloween costume and black wig, struggling with the blonde vampire, Spike, who ruined Parent's Night not too long ago.
Xander stared wide-eyed at this display. "Him you can shoot!" Willow yelled towards him.
At that, Spike turned his head and looked in their direction. He was over in front of Xander in a second, they struggled and Spike won easily. He punched Xander in the face, making him fly backwards into a nearby tree. Spike bent over and picked up the M-16, pointed it at Willow who was now leaning next to a scared and tear-streaked Buffy.
"Get up, Red!" Spike shouted, pointing the gun in her direction.
"Buffy! Come on, we have to get out of here," Willow said, trying to grab Buffy's arm before realizing that she couldn't.
Buffy looked at her wide-eyed, "Who are you?" she managed, cowering back on the ground.
"Oh, great, not you too. Buffy, we need you. We need the slayer!"
Buffy didn't even reply. She just looked around dazed and confused. Willow stood up, facing Spike, who now had his demon face back on.
"Get out of here, now!" he said menacingly.
Willow got every shred of courage she had buried deep inside her, and stepped towards Spike. "I am not afraid of you," she managed to say, very convincingly. She almost laughed at Spike's momentary shocked expression that she had the balls to stand up to him like this.
"Alright then. You can either leave now or you can stay and I'll have myself a nice treat for desert."
"Okay, go ahead," Willow said, taking another step forward, challenging him.
This was all Spike needed to hear. He lunged at her throat, ready to taste the girl's warm blood. He was more than shocked when he went right through her and fell to the ground. She peered down at him, "You can't win this, Spike," she said, more calm than she felt at the moment.
He wiped off his duster as he stood up. "Right then, I'll just take the bird and we'll be on our merry little way."
"You are not taking Buffy anywhere."
"Are you going to stop me? Or are you going to help your boy there?" he said, pointing to Xander who was laying at the base of the tree, there was a large puddle of blood around his head.
Willow rushed to him. She put her hand to his forehead, and checked to make sure he was still breathing. When she looked back over her shoulder, Spike and Buffy had disappeared. She had never felt so completely lost and alone. She had no clue what to do, so she ran to the nearest house and called Giles. 'He'll know what to do' she thought, as she listened to the rythmic ringing on the other end of the line.
Disclaimer: No characters belong to me. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon.
Feedback: This is my first fic, ever! Please review and make me happy. :)
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Chapter 1:
One minute Buffy Summers was walking down the streets of Sunnydale with four children, and the next she was hit with a cold draft of air. Startled, she looked around and realized she didn't know where she was. This place seemed very different to her, like nothing she had ever seen before. This place seemed cold, dark and unwelcoming.
When she realized that she couldn't even remember her name, she began to panic. She couldn't remember but she knew that this world wasn't hers. She could feel it. She had no idea what to do, she wasn't supposed to know what to do. Someone was always supposed to be there to take care of her, and do things for her. She definitely was not equipped to deal with this.
Suddenly she heard a russeling sound behind her, she turned to see a very handsome man of about twenty-something. He wasn't like the men she was accustomed to. This man was dressed very odd, all in black, but the most recognizable thing about him was his platinum coloured hair. She had never seen anything like it. This was the type of man that she was warned about, the bad no-good type of man that her mother and father have often warned her about speaking to.
She turned to walk away when he grabbed her by the arm. "How dare you? Unhand me!" she yelled at him, resisting the urge to cry and run away, frightened.
He just stepped closer to her, until their faces were about an inch apart. His smile made her blood run cold.
She lifted her free arm and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her by the wrist. She let out a whimper, which only made him smile more.
"Now, this is going to be fun," he breathed right into her face.
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Willow stood, feeling a bit disoriented. She looked down towards her feet but she was standing in her body. She scanned her outfit and then the body laying on the porch. 'Oh my god! I'm a ghost. Did I die?' she wondered, getting more and more panicked by the second.
She heard gun shots and ran towards where the noise was coming from.
"Xander!" she shouted.
He turned around, his face mixed with rage and confusion. She quickly noticed the M-16 he was holding in his hand.
She quickly put her hands up, "Xander! It's me, Willow!"
"I don't know any Willow," he answered.
"Xander, quite messing around. This is no time for jokes," Willow told him, getting somewhat annoyed.
Willow looked him straight in the eye, but the eyes that returned her stare, she couldn't put her finger on it but something was different about the look in his eyes. She could tell, when it came to Xander, very little could get by her unnoticed. "You don't know me?" she asked.
Xander lifts his rifle away from her and says, "Lady, I suggest you find cover."
As he turned to walk away from her, she jumps in his way, "No, Xander, wait!"
Instead of bumping into her, he seemed to walk right through her. Somewhat frightened, he raises his rifle at her again, "What are you?" he asks, puzzled.
"Xander, listen to me. I'm on your side, I swear! Something crazy is happening. I was dressed as a ghost for Halloween, a-and now I am a ghost. And you were supposed to be a soldier, and now I, I-I guess you're a real soldier." she tried to explain, realizing just how ridiculous all that must sound.
Xander thought for a moment, "You expect me to believe that?"
"We just need to find Buffy," Willow told him.
"What's a Buffy?"
Willow rolled her eyes and started walking, with soldier Harris following a few feet behind. 'We have to find Buffy, or who knows how bad this will get' she thought to herself.
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Willow and Xander had been walking for what seemed like hours, and they still hadn't found Buffy. Suddenly, Willow heard a familiar scream, one that she had only heard once or twice before but she still knew that voice well. It was Buffy. She broke into a run, with Xander right behind her. They turned a corner to see Buffy in her pink Halloween costume and black wig, struggling with the blonde vampire, Spike, who ruined Parent's Night not too long ago.
Xander stared wide-eyed at this display. "Him you can shoot!" Willow yelled towards him.
At that, Spike turned his head and looked in their direction. He was over in front of Xander in a second, they struggled and Spike won easily. He punched Xander in the face, making him fly backwards into a nearby tree. Spike bent over and picked up the M-16, pointed it at Willow who was now leaning next to a scared and tear-streaked Buffy.
"Get up, Red!" Spike shouted, pointing the gun in her direction.
"Buffy! Come on, we have to get out of here," Willow said, trying to grab Buffy's arm before realizing that she couldn't.
Buffy looked at her wide-eyed, "Who are you?" she managed, cowering back on the ground.
"Oh, great, not you too. Buffy, we need you. We need the slayer!"
Buffy didn't even reply. She just looked around dazed and confused. Willow stood up, facing Spike, who now had his demon face back on.
"Get out of here, now!" he said menacingly.
Willow got every shred of courage she had buried deep inside her, and stepped towards Spike. "I am not afraid of you," she managed to say, very convincingly. She almost laughed at Spike's momentary shocked expression that she had the balls to stand up to him like this.
"Alright then. You can either leave now or you can stay and I'll have myself a nice treat for desert."
"Okay, go ahead," Willow said, taking another step forward, challenging him.
This was all Spike needed to hear. He lunged at her throat, ready to taste the girl's warm blood. He was more than shocked when he went right through her and fell to the ground. She peered down at him, "You can't win this, Spike," she said, more calm than she felt at the moment.
He wiped off his duster as he stood up. "Right then, I'll just take the bird and we'll be on our merry little way."
"You are not taking Buffy anywhere."
"Are you going to stop me? Or are you going to help your boy there?" he said, pointing to Xander who was laying at the base of the tree, there was a large puddle of blood around his head.
Willow rushed to him. She put her hand to his forehead, and checked to make sure he was still breathing. When she looked back over her shoulder, Spike and Buffy had disappeared. She had never felt so completely lost and alone. She had no clue what to do, so she ran to the nearest house and called Giles. 'He'll know what to do' she thought, as she listened to the rythmic ringing on the other end of the line.