Buffy
"William!" Anne threw her arms around Spike and hugged him.
I was frozen. I couldn't breathe. How did Anne know Spike? Why was she calling him William? God. What is going on? And when did his hair get so long and un-platinum?
"Elizabeth! This is my son, William Pratt," she beamed at him with love.
I almost fainted. Son? Son?! Oh my god. This isn't Spike, I realized. This is William the Bloody, the working class gangster from North London. Or so he told everyone. Yeah, thug from North London my ass. Try rich boy from West London. So then where did he get the name William the Bloody from? My head hurts.
"That's a beautiful name. My name's William," Spi-No William said shyly and stuck out his hand for me to take.
His familiar blue eyes stared at me with so much warmth and kindness, I had to wonder what had happened to this poor man to turn him into the creature known as Spike. Realizing I was just standing there, I quickly took his hand.
"It's nice to finally meet you," I said.
He smiled and it was so addicting I couldn't help but smile back. William took off his gloves and his outer coat and hat and handed them to Andrew, the butler, before turning back to me.
"You kids can go talk in the library. We're getting ready your favorite dish for dinner and I'm overseeing Mary fix the table," Anne smiled at us.
"Alright. Don't wear yourself out Mother," he kissed her on the forehead.
"I won't. Run along. Elizabeth is an interesting girl. You should hear her stories," Anne ushered us off.
William led me to the right and to the giant library I had never been in. A desk with papers and a couch were in the center of the room, but hundreds of books lined the tall walls.
"This place is gorgeous," I looked around.
"Yes. It is," he whispered.
I smiled at him and he blushed. I almost gaped in shock, and then shut my mouth. Human Spike was shy around woman? Who would have thought?
"Mother told me you're from America. May I ask where?" he tilted his head to the side and suddenly he looked just like Spike.
"You may," I replied.
He laughed. I didn't get what he was laughing about, but I just smiled, realizing I probably did something wrong. And it was a nice sound.
"Alright then, where are you from?" he asked.
I was about to say California without thinking, but then I vaguely remembered something about how the west coast was the last to be settled. But what year was that?
"Massachusetts," I said.
"How are the waters?" He asked.
"Uh…blue?" I replied.
He laughed again.
"I meant, how is the fishing? That is the main trade in Massachusetts is it not?" William asked.
Um…
"Yeah. It's good," I said.
"Do you have family here," William fiddled nervously with papers on his desk.
"No…my family is…dead," I said.
Dead means no unwanted questions with no answers. But I regretted my answer when I saw his face. Oh, god. His Mother was dying and I had to say my family was dead. Great job, Buffy.
"I'm so sorry," William whispered, pain in his eyes.
Anne had told me his father had died when he was young. Looks like he still remembers that. I suddenly had the urge to go over and hug him.
"What brings you to London?" he asked, looking up and changing the subject.
You were trying to kill me, and we got sucked back in time. I tried to clear my head and think up something a proper lady would say.
"The mystery which binds me still," I said.
Yeah, that sounded old timey enough. I think I remember Giles saying it once.
"You like poetry?" he smiled, surprise on his face.
Ok…random. Weird human…weird vampire. I resisted the urge to giggle.
"Why?" I answered.
"You quoted Edgar Allen Poe," William told me before going over to a shelf and pulling a book off.
I followed him. He turned around, flipped to a page and handed me the book, making sure our hands didn't touch. Ok, weird again. I looked down at the poem. This is why I got a C in World Literature and Poetry.
"I can't really understand poems. This guy isn't even speaking English," I said.
William smiled, his blue eyes laughing at me but in a nice way. With his longer, curlier and browner hair, his genuine smiling face and his emotion filled eyes he looked young and…innocent. What the hell happened?
"…you just don't understand the flow. You'd get it right away if you did," he was saying.
I nodded and smiled at the compliment and he looked away, embarrassed at the attention I was giving him.
"Would you read it for me then?" I asked, nodding to the poem on the page.
William blushed bright red but nodded.
"U-of c-course," he stammer and pulled out a pair of glasses.
Oh my god. So Mr. Cocky Arrogant Vampire wasn't always the confident asshole he is now….Spike was a nerd! And a shy one at that. He is never going to live this down. I bit my lip to keep from laughing and waited for him to start.
"From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were - I have not seen. As others saw - I could not bring. My passions from a common spring - From the same source I have not taken. My sorrow - I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone -. And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone…," William started but was cut off when I gasped.
"Your accent! It's fake!" I couldn't believe I hadn't even realized it yet.
William barely had an accent at all, but Spike had a full blown one with all the "luv's" and weird words that nobody knows that he's saying. But it's not his real accent like he tells everyone. It's totally fake! Oh, this is good.
"Pardon?" William looked extremely confused and I blushed with embarrassment at my outburst.
"I'm so sorry it's…an American thing. You're really good at reading poems," I smiled.
Now even the human Spike is going to think I'm an idiot. Great.
"Thank you," It was William's turn to blush.
"William! Elizabeth! Dinner has been served," Alice came into the library.
William blushed a deeper red and stepped away from me. Ok…do I really smell that bad? We weren't even that close. I need to get to that perfume upstairs!
I just smiled and left the library and William followed.
"I'm going to my room for a second, tell Anne I'll be right there," I told Alice and hurried up the stairs, aware of William's eye on me the whole way.
I opened the door, ignoring the light switch and hurrying over to the dresser with the perfume perched on top.
"I like the new perfume,"
I turned around with a little yelp to come face to face with William. I smiled, relieved
"Thanks…I thought you didn't like it since you moved away when Alice came to get us for dinner," I told him.
Wait. Cocky smirk. Defined muscles visible under his suit. Dangerous glint in his eye. Platinum hair…
"Spike," I said.
"Slayer," he smirked.
I sighed.
"What are you doing here," I crossed my arms over my chest.
That's when I noticed his forehead and cheek were bleeding onto Anne's carpet.
"I could ask you the same question, luv," he growled.
It was my turn to smirk.
"Didn't want me to find out you were actually a really shy, really rich poet from West London?" I asked.
His blue eyes got dark with rage and his jaw clenched.
"I found out the accents fake," I said triumphantly.
Suddenly, Spike had me pinned against the wall. I could've struggled, but for some reason, I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.
"When we get home…I am going to kill you. Slowly. And painfully," Spike breathed.
Was it weird that I missed our threats and banter?
"Good," I replied.
His eyebrows furrowed with shock and confusion.
"I'll have a good fight to look forward too. But just so you know, I would beat you," I said, looking up into his eyes innocently.
He smirked.
"Don't get your hopes up, pet," He released me and stepped away to look me up and down.
I blushed when his eyes lingered on my curves.
"I like the dress,"
I was about to reply with my usual "you're a pig, Spike" but then I saw his wounds again.
They made his skin look extra pale in the dim light. Wait…why were his veins showing?
"Where did you get those? Didn't Momma Vamp ever tell you not to kill butchers?" I said.
"Saw that did you? The wanker has to take everything to the extremes," Spike shook his head.
"Come again?" I put my hands on my hips, missing the gesture that was frowned upon here.
"Angelus. The poofter tried to have another go with me. Dragged the Queen bitch Darla into it after he failed yet again. Together, they got me pinned and scratched me up and almost bloody staked me when Darla got distracted and I bucked them off. I was taking a walk to look for you after the magic shop when they found me. After, I went back to the hotel, thinking you might have gone back. Angelus did. Place was trashed, pet. He found my pig blood and somehow that gave him the idea to get rid of my food source. I haven't seen him since the day I lost you, but I have a feeling he's waiting it out. And this whole time I've been looking for you, you've been in my own bloody house all along. That perfume shit at the hotel wasn't strong enough to trace once I got back to the magic shop once all the other humans had crossed over it and wrecked it up. Plus, only when I practically threatened to go on a full blown fucking rampage did Edith tell me where the bloody hell you are," Spike sighed.
Wow.
"I hoped you hadn't done it," I said quietly.
His blue eyes met mine in the darkness and I shivered.
"We made a truce," he replied.
He had kept his word. He was the evil one and I was the one that was going to cheat and break the deal. How messed up is that? No more cheating for Buffy. This truce is for real until we get home, I decided firmly. Plus, I kinda need his help to find the ring.
"Wait…where have you gotten your pigs blood then?" I asked.
"There's only one butcher in the area, pet. Didn't have time to go far out and look for you at the same time. I haven't eaten anything," Spike said.
I believed him. His pale and veiny skin was confirmation enough. Without the butchers…Spike can only survive here…less then a few days.
"Elizabeth!" Alice's voice called up the stairs.
I looked towards the door, panicking.
"They can't see you!" I whispered.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"No, really?"
I smiled to myself. I had missed his sarcasm.
"Elizabeth! Your dinner is getting cold!" Alice's voice was closer to the door and I made a shooing gesture at Spike.
He flashed me a smile before disappearing out the window.
"Spike!" I grabbed the sleeved of his suit.
"Yes, Slayer," he turned around to stare at me.
His eyes took my breath away for a second and I realized how much I had actually missed him.
"Don't go far. I don't want to loose you again. I can't do this on my own," I said.
I was expecting him to make fun off me or make a perverted comment about how much I actually "needed" him or something, but he just winked.
"Same thing goes for you,"
Alice came in and I followed her downstairs, smiling all the way down to the dining room table.
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