Author's Notes: Ok…hi, my name is Lilo Stitch and I used to post here and I
took my stuff down for very mundane and undramatic reasons but people
seemed to want it back up. Here it is.
It was written before the end of season 5 and it takes place 8 years into the future. Enjoy.
Don't Drink The Water
"Do you take requests?"
"What do I look like? Carson Daly?" the DJ spat back.
Spike grinned and leaned towards the kid menacingly. "I can make you look like Jimmy fucking Hoffa if you don't watch it."
The acne-ridden kid stepped back. Somehow he had a feeling this guy might make good on his threat and he wasn't in the mood to call his bluff. "What do you want to hear?"
"Bangles. Hazy Shade of Winter."
The DJ made a small sputtering sound. The appearance of this particular patron was a stark contrast to the music he had just requested. "What?"
"I didn't ask for your opinion on it, git. Do you have it?"
"I might," he dug through his stack of old LPs. "Yeah," he said, almost amazed. "Actually I do."
The two just stood there watching each other for a moment. "Well?" Spike said at length.
The DJ shook his head. "Whatever, man. It's your poison." He almost shuttered as he put the record on the turntable. The entire population of the club turned on him questioningly as the first opening chords struck up.
There was one girl though, who squealed in shocked delight. A short, wiry, waif of a girl with pale skin and a shock of short, punk blue hair came bounding over to Spike excitedly. "I can't believe you got them to play this!" she shrieked and then grabbed his arm and attempted to lead him to the dance floor.
"Hell no, luv," Spike gently removed his arm from her grasp. "I'll do your dirty work but I won't dance to it."
The girl rolled her eyes. "You guys don't know what you're missing," she stuck her tongue out playfully and bounced to the middle of the floor, twirling around in a tornado of flailing limbs and enthusiasm. Spike joined the rest of his friends on the second level balcony, watching her performance with great amusement. "We keep hoping this is just a phase," a young man with dark hair remarked next to him, indicating to the blue haired woman.
Spike shook his head as very slowly but surely, the rest of the club warmed up to the admittedly catchy guitar hook. It wasn't long before everyone rediscovered a lost classic.
New York, New York, Spike thought to himself. It's a hell of a town. Leaves are brown. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
"What are you thinking, Spike?" the dark haired man from inside the bar asked as he perched himself like a gargoyle on a trash dumpster. There was a cluster of vampires milling around in a group in the narrow back alley behind the bar. Spike knew them all. They were his hunting partners.
"I'm thinking that skinny little thing with the backpack," Spike nodded his head over in a young girls direction. She was obviously trying to hail a cab and from her body language, it seemed she wasn't quite sure where she wanted to go. She was alone and allowed herself to fall behind the mob of people that flushed out of these places come last call. She just looked like someone who wasn't supposed to be there, which meant no one would be looking for her for some time. All of these elements added up to an easy meal.
The dark haired man nodded. "Just what I was thinking. You ready?" He tossed a beer bottled into the dumpster.
Spike nodded, and very quickly and silently approached his prey. She looked as though she was about to flag down a cab from across the street when Spike reached out and silently yanked her into the alley. Normally, the struggle would be over by now. There would be a quick snap of the neck and it would be feeding time. But this girl seemed to know what he had planned before he could act, and she gave him a swift elbow to the gut and wriggled free. He was blocking the way to the street so the only way for her to run was into the alley. This was just fine by him, since he had a small brigade waiting for her. She realized this as they stepped towards her menacingly, and Spike took advantage of her slight pause to yank her again from behind and pin her to the wall. Just as he went in for her neck, she raised what looked for all the world like a stake, but some intrinsic impulse stopped them both. "Spike?" the girl asked.
Spike's eyes got huge as he released the girl and took a step back. His food didn't normally call him by name.
The girl squinted to make sure it was him and then shook her head. "I'm not registering, am I?" she asked.
The entire group was looking at Spike expectantly, and he suddenly felt as if he made it to some high stakes lightning round of This Is Your Life. He stared at her for a few more moments and then a look of intense recognition washed across his face. "Dawn?"
It was written before the end of season 5 and it takes place 8 years into the future. Enjoy.
Don't Drink The Water
"Do you take requests?"
"What do I look like? Carson Daly?" the DJ spat back.
Spike grinned and leaned towards the kid menacingly. "I can make you look like Jimmy fucking Hoffa if you don't watch it."
The acne-ridden kid stepped back. Somehow he had a feeling this guy might make good on his threat and he wasn't in the mood to call his bluff. "What do you want to hear?"
"Bangles. Hazy Shade of Winter."
The DJ made a small sputtering sound. The appearance of this particular patron was a stark contrast to the music he had just requested. "What?"
"I didn't ask for your opinion on it, git. Do you have it?"
"I might," he dug through his stack of old LPs. "Yeah," he said, almost amazed. "Actually I do."
The two just stood there watching each other for a moment. "Well?" Spike said at length.
The DJ shook his head. "Whatever, man. It's your poison." He almost shuttered as he put the record on the turntable. The entire population of the club turned on him questioningly as the first opening chords struck up.
There was one girl though, who squealed in shocked delight. A short, wiry, waif of a girl with pale skin and a shock of short, punk blue hair came bounding over to Spike excitedly. "I can't believe you got them to play this!" she shrieked and then grabbed his arm and attempted to lead him to the dance floor.
"Hell no, luv," Spike gently removed his arm from her grasp. "I'll do your dirty work but I won't dance to it."
The girl rolled her eyes. "You guys don't know what you're missing," she stuck her tongue out playfully and bounced to the middle of the floor, twirling around in a tornado of flailing limbs and enthusiasm. Spike joined the rest of his friends on the second level balcony, watching her performance with great amusement. "We keep hoping this is just a phase," a young man with dark hair remarked next to him, indicating to the blue haired woman.
Spike shook his head as very slowly but surely, the rest of the club warmed up to the admittedly catchy guitar hook. It wasn't long before everyone rediscovered a lost classic.
New York, New York, Spike thought to himself. It's a hell of a town. Leaves are brown. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
"What are you thinking, Spike?" the dark haired man from inside the bar asked as he perched himself like a gargoyle on a trash dumpster. There was a cluster of vampires milling around in a group in the narrow back alley behind the bar. Spike knew them all. They were his hunting partners.
"I'm thinking that skinny little thing with the backpack," Spike nodded his head over in a young girls direction. She was obviously trying to hail a cab and from her body language, it seemed she wasn't quite sure where she wanted to go. She was alone and allowed herself to fall behind the mob of people that flushed out of these places come last call. She just looked like someone who wasn't supposed to be there, which meant no one would be looking for her for some time. All of these elements added up to an easy meal.
The dark haired man nodded. "Just what I was thinking. You ready?" He tossed a beer bottled into the dumpster.
Spike nodded, and very quickly and silently approached his prey. She looked as though she was about to flag down a cab from across the street when Spike reached out and silently yanked her into the alley. Normally, the struggle would be over by now. There would be a quick snap of the neck and it would be feeding time. But this girl seemed to know what he had planned before he could act, and she gave him a swift elbow to the gut and wriggled free. He was blocking the way to the street so the only way for her to run was into the alley. This was just fine by him, since he had a small brigade waiting for her. She realized this as they stepped towards her menacingly, and Spike took advantage of her slight pause to yank her again from behind and pin her to the wall. Just as he went in for her neck, she raised what looked for all the world like a stake, but some intrinsic impulse stopped them both. "Spike?" the girl asked.
Spike's eyes got huge as he released the girl and took a step back. His food didn't normally call him by name.
The girl squinted to make sure it was him and then shook her head. "I'm not registering, am I?" she asked.
The entire group was looking at Spike expectantly, and he suddenly felt as if he made it to some high stakes lightning round of This Is Your Life. He stared at her for a few more moments and then a look of intense recognition washed across his face. "Dawn?"