This ficlet takes place during season seven, prior to "Conversations with
Dead People"
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the characters, or story lines. They all belong to Mutant Enemy and the good Joss Whedon.
How could you hurt a poor boy so
"So, tell me what's bothering you."
"Ya see doc.I can call you doc right?"
"Well, I'm still in school, but if it makes you feel better."
"Right. There's this girl you see, and for the longest time I've been obsessed with her. I don't think it was really love, at least not at first. I was feeling useless, and she gave me a raison d'etre so to speak. So I became obsessed.
"Well, um. Bill is it?"
"Actually it's William, but you can call me Spike."
"Okay Spike, first let me say that you are admitting your prior, and the reason for it. You've already gone a long way. Why do you need me?"
"I need someone to help me work through this."
"Ok, continue then, you don't mind if I record this? It's for my thesis on obsessive-compulsive disorders."
"Whatever. I did a complete turn-around in character. I tried to become the best man there ever was."
"But you did this for your own selfish reasons, not because you truly had a change of heart?"
"Pretty much, yeah. I mean, everything I did, it was because I would ask myself is this what SHE would want me to do? If that answer was yes, then I'd do it."
"Essentially following the opposite pattern of her former boyfriend.Angel? He must have been Hispanic. This girl has a thing for accents huh?"
"Ummm a world of no.I can't believe I just said that. Angel was Irish."
"Again with the accents"
"No, you simple pillock, He never had an accent. Can I continue?"
"Sorry, go on."
"After she broke up with Angel the first time, he went all Anthony Perkins on her. Used to follow her around, drew pictures of her while she was sleeping, strung her best friend's goldfish, and even nailed a bleedin' puppy to the door."
"The puppy was bleeding?"
"No, it's a British term. Like damn. Anyway. I wanted to be the opposite of Angel, to be the best man I possibly could. Just to impress her. The problem was that in my heart, I didn't really want to do good, I just went through the motions to get the thing that I wanted, but could never have."
"Until you got her."
"Right"
"Then you had to do everything in your power to keep her yours."
"Right again."
"Then she rejected you... why?"
"I guess its because she saw through my act and realized that she was only using me to feel better about herself. So she ended it."
"And you didn't like that."
"I should say not. I tried to reason with her, but." For the first time Spike choked back the words.
"You couldn't, so when faced with losing your obsession, you became violent."
Shock registered on the blond vampire's face. "What makes you say that?"
"Easy. It's a classic neurosis. You were living in a fantasy and when that fantasy is challenged, most people become violent, or worse."
"I guess, but I went soul searching for what made me tick, I was going to get her good. I was going to give her what she deserved for rejecting me. For using me."
"What happened?"
A second Spike appeared out of nowhere. Oblivious to it, the Psych major waited for an answer only Spike could hear. "You found your soul. You pathetic little man."
The only thing and the last thing Scott would ever hear is "How could you hurt this poor boy so." The words and melody were haunting almost hypnotic. He was so fixated in his own thoughts, that he never saw the monster attack him. He never saw the subject of his senior thesis kill him. The next thing he remembered was being turned and then waking in a cemetery.
"Buffy? Buffy Summers?"
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the characters, or story lines. They all belong to Mutant Enemy and the good Joss Whedon.
How could you hurt a poor boy so
"So, tell me what's bothering you."
"Ya see doc.I can call you doc right?"
"Well, I'm still in school, but if it makes you feel better."
"Right. There's this girl you see, and for the longest time I've been obsessed with her. I don't think it was really love, at least not at first. I was feeling useless, and she gave me a raison d'etre so to speak. So I became obsessed.
"Well, um. Bill is it?"
"Actually it's William, but you can call me Spike."
"Okay Spike, first let me say that you are admitting your prior, and the reason for it. You've already gone a long way. Why do you need me?"
"I need someone to help me work through this."
"Ok, continue then, you don't mind if I record this? It's for my thesis on obsessive-compulsive disorders."
"Whatever. I did a complete turn-around in character. I tried to become the best man there ever was."
"But you did this for your own selfish reasons, not because you truly had a change of heart?"
"Pretty much, yeah. I mean, everything I did, it was because I would ask myself is this what SHE would want me to do? If that answer was yes, then I'd do it."
"Essentially following the opposite pattern of her former boyfriend.Angel? He must have been Hispanic. This girl has a thing for accents huh?"
"Ummm a world of no.I can't believe I just said that. Angel was Irish."
"Again with the accents"
"No, you simple pillock, He never had an accent. Can I continue?"
"Sorry, go on."
"After she broke up with Angel the first time, he went all Anthony Perkins on her. Used to follow her around, drew pictures of her while she was sleeping, strung her best friend's goldfish, and even nailed a bleedin' puppy to the door."
"The puppy was bleeding?"
"No, it's a British term. Like damn. Anyway. I wanted to be the opposite of Angel, to be the best man I possibly could. Just to impress her. The problem was that in my heart, I didn't really want to do good, I just went through the motions to get the thing that I wanted, but could never have."
"Until you got her."
"Right"
"Then you had to do everything in your power to keep her yours."
"Right again."
"Then she rejected you... why?"
"I guess its because she saw through my act and realized that she was only using me to feel better about herself. So she ended it."
"And you didn't like that."
"I should say not. I tried to reason with her, but." For the first time Spike choked back the words.
"You couldn't, so when faced with losing your obsession, you became violent."
Shock registered on the blond vampire's face. "What makes you say that?"
"Easy. It's a classic neurosis. You were living in a fantasy and when that fantasy is challenged, most people become violent, or worse."
"I guess, but I went soul searching for what made me tick, I was going to get her good. I was going to give her what she deserved for rejecting me. For using me."
"What happened?"
A second Spike appeared out of nowhere. Oblivious to it, the Psych major waited for an answer only Spike could hear. "You found your soul. You pathetic little man."
The only thing and the last thing Scott would ever hear is "How could you hurt this poor boy so." The words and melody were haunting almost hypnotic. He was so fixated in his own thoughts, that he never saw the monster attack him. He never saw the subject of his senior thesis kill him. The next thing he remembered was being turned and then waking in a cemetery.
"Buffy? Buffy Summers?"