This was my first ever fanfic. I did it when I was eleven years old, so therefore it sounds like a eleven year old wrote it. (Duh)
The chapters are supremely short, and for like the first time ever, it's not slash!
Well, I was ten, and naïve, so I guess that's alright. SPIKE/BUFFY. I think it takes place just after season six begins…like the fifth episode. But then the plot goes to Hell and is in no way connected to the series.
CHAPTER 1 - QUESTIONS
Spike saw stars as a fist collided with the side of his head.
"Do you sleep through anything?" someone said. "I was about to set your bed on fire."
"Buffy!" Spike yelled. "What are you doin' here? What d'you want?"
"I want you to go patrolling with me," Buffy said. "Now get up. I'll be outside." A few minutes later, Spike left his crypt and joined Buffy as they walked through the cemetery.
"Why did you want me to come patrollin' with you?" asked Spike after staking a vamp that had been sneaking up on Buffy.
"Because - " started Buffy, a vampire had just grabbed her round the neck. She rolled her eyes, punched him in the face, staked him and carried on " - I want to ask you something."
"Oh yeah?" said Spike, eying her suspiciously. "What?"
"I … er … I … oh, god, how do I say this," said Buffy. "Spike - will you … will you turn me into a vampire?"
"What?!" yelled Spike. "What d'you want to do that for?"
"It's not like it's gonna be any different to what I'm like now, except for the blood."
"Buffy," said Spike, a slight shake in his voice. "You don't really want this …"
"Yes. I do. Anyway, I've been to hell. I also now live in hell. Is being a vampire gonna be any different?"
"I haven't been to hell, you know."
"But it probably feels like you have," said Buffy.
"Yeah, I guess …dying isn't painless, you know. And believe me, those sunburns hurt."
"I've felt pain before; it's not like I don't know what it feels like. And you're the only person I can talk to, tell my feelings to. Please."
Spike stayed silent. He carried on walking, slightly faster than before. Then -
"You weren't there at your own funeral, were you?"
"Duh, I was dead." Buffy said.
"Yeah, you were, but I wasn't. It's kinda scary, you know. All these people standing around, talking about what you were like, how you could have been better, then you've got those people who didn't like you …I don't want you to go through all that."
Buffy thought desperately. There must be someway she could - "Got it!" she said. "I … I'll help you get that chip out."
Spike stopped walking. "What?" His expression was mixed between g and delight. "Really?" he asked. Then his face fell. "No. No, I won't do it. I can't. No. I ..." he stopped. "Do you really mean it?"
"Sure. I don't know how we can do it, but, yeah," said Buffy.
"Okay. You've convinced me. You turn vamp, I get rid of this thing," he said, pointing at his head. "But don't tell anyone."
You see? It's an ITSY BITSY Chapter. I'll get the rest up as soon as I find it. I found chapters 4 and 5, but that's it. RandR Please!
