A Night of Terror.
:Buffy's POV:
It happened when Spike and I went out for a walk. Not to patrol, but just to unwind. Spike was really shifty that night. I knew something was wrong.
"Spike? What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Oi!" he almost screamed as he jumped at the sound of my voice.
"Spike, are you okay? You're really jumpy tonight."
"Uh, y-y-yeah. I-I'm q-quite f-f-fine. W-Why?" he was shaking like crazy. I double slapped him. "Thanks. I needed that."
"No problemo. Hey Spike, what got you so spooked?"
"To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I was just scared out of my wits, and I don't have the slightest clue why."
"Spike! Look! It's Jason Voorhees!"
"Bloody Hell, what's he doin' here?"
"I don't know but he's staring right at you."
"C'mon! You want me? Come an' get me!"
"Spike! What're you doing?"
"NO!" I screamed as he ran head on toward Jason. And in one quick swing, Jason had decapitated Spike. But Spike didn't go poof for some reason. He was dead, but why didn't he turn into dust? Jason stood there for bout ten minutes looking at Spike. Then Spike's body got up, went for it's head, and twisted it on. I stared at him in disbelief.
"I'm immortal Buffy. Immortal. Nothing can kill me. Nothing!" and he looked at Jason; Jason nodded, turned around and left.
"Where's he going?"
"Back to CCL."
"What's CCL?
"Camp Crystal Lake. He just wanted to know if I was tellin' the truth."
"Oh, okay."
"Freddy Krueger did the same to me in my dreams."
"So, the two Super Serial Killers went after you just for fun?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"You got killer issues Spike."
"Literally?"
"Yeah, literally."
"I know, I know." So we both headed to my house to just chill out and relax for the night. And we never saw Fredrick James Kruger or Jason William Voorhees ever again.
-The-End-
AN: okay... stupid, i know... but it was 3 am and i had 4 cans of pepsi...caffine galore...XD so...can(s) ofpepsi x 4 lots ofstupidness