Part 2 - "Pretty, glammering things in the big, blue nothing"
Buffy closed her mathbook with a thump and groaned. She had tried to work with it for the past 2 hours and she hadn't gotten anywhere. She pulled out the backpack with her slayer stuff in it. She hid 10 stakes under her clothes - it comes with practice - and swung the door open, mumbeling something like: "Algebra my ass!" and stomped down the halls of Stevenson and out of the dorm. She needed to find something evil, pummel it into oblivion and work out her frustration. She huffed and sputtered, growled and groaned and was overall pretty annoyed!
She reached an old masoleum, threw her backpack up first and then climbed after it. A moment later, she laid on her stomach on the cold cement, looking for supernatural freaks she could kill. She had pretty much figured out, that hiding and waiting could be more effective than the whole 'catch-me-if-you-can' deal. So, determined to be patient she laid there, not moving an inch. And waited. Not more than 15 minutes later, she was able to spot a bottle-blond head between the tombstones. Spike. With a cigarette between his lips. And a bottle of Jack Daniel's dangeling between his fingers.
She was just about to jump down and confront him, when she got an idea. She scurried around a little on the roof, until she found some small stones. She picked one up, lifted her head a little, aimed…and fired. With a soft 'pop', it hit him in the back of his head and he swung around, glaring around suspiciously. She quickly crouched down and tried to surpress a giggle. She could hear him mutter something like "What the hell…?" and was pretty sure, she hadn't been spotted. After a minute or so, she slowly lifted a head and saw him shake his head and take another swig of his bottle. She smiled smugly and reached behind her to grab another stone. But when she turned around again, the perioxide vampire was nowhere to be found.
"Where did he go?" she mumbled under her breath. She slowly move forward to peer down the edge of the masoleum…when Spike's blond head popped up!
"Hey luv!" he said casually and she cried out in chock. She threw herself backwards and nearly fell down on the other side of the building.
"WHAT the hell do you think you're doing? You scared the shit out of me!" she yelled angrily.
"Oh, I thought I'd knit a sweater for me grannie and decided that the best place to do such a thing was on the friggin' graveyard! What do you think I'm doing?" he snapped back and crawled up to her.
"Sorry Billy Idol, there's only room for one blonde on this roof" she said and sent him her best dirty look.
"Well, get home safe pet. No, wait. Actually…don't!" he bickered back and gave her his best 'more-annoying-than-thou' smirk in return. The he setteled down beside her.
She huffed and scurried away, putting a little more distance between them. Then she spotted her slayerage-gear out of the corner of eye and grabbed it, pulling out a stake. "Listen, one of us is about to get dusty. Let me give you a hint: of the two of us, it ain't me." She faked a sweet smile and he glared at her. Then he looked up at the night sky.
"The stars are pretty tonight, aren't they?" he asked.
She was completely taken aback of his question. "Er…what?" she asked, doumbfounded.
"S-T-A-R-S…stars! Pretty, glammering things that hangs up there in the big, blue nothing" he carefully explained her, pointing and lecturing like she was a little child.
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant, you idiot…why are you suddenly talking about stars? Don't you wanna kill me?" she asked.
He stared at her for a second. Then he shook his head.
"No"
She stared back. Then a glam of understanding was evident in her eyes. She moved a little closer to him and hugged her knees tightly to her chest.
They just sat there for a while, the Slayer and the vampire, staring at the sky. Once in a while, the wind would rustle through the trees or a nightbird would sing a slow, sad song.
"When exactly did we stop being enemies?" she asked him.
He pondered for a moment.
"We stopped being enemies the day you invited me into your house, luv. I mean, don't get me wrong, we're anything but friends…but we are certainly not enemies anymore"
She nodded. Then her brow furrowed.
"But you tried to kill me when you where hunting for The Gem of Amarra?" she asked, confused.
"And yesterday, you attacked me out of nothing!"
He shook his head.
"I've thought it over since yesterday. First I was filled with anger, wanted to crush every bone in your body…"
She raised an eyebrow.
"…but even if I got the chance, I don't think I would go through with it. I know you too well now, Slayer…and how strange it may sounds, I don't wanna kill you"
She looked at him. Then she her lips curled up in a little half-smile.
"You realize, that's the first time I ever heard you say anything nice?" she said, amuse evident in her voice and eyes.
"Don't worry, it doesn't happen very often" he answered and ran a hand through his white hair.
"No…" she started, a serious expression on her face. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. Then she smiled. "I like it."
He looked at her, a stunned expression on his face. Neither said anything. The she swung the backpack over her shoulder, jumped down from the cold masoleum and headed out into the night.
And on the roof of an old masoleum on the graveyard in Sunnydale sat a baffeled, blond vampire. For a long time, his gaze held wonder and confusion. Then, slowly a smile surfaced on his lips.
He slid down from the cold roof and walked in another direction.
TBC…
© 2001 MysLii
Buffy closed her mathbook with a thump and groaned. She had tried to work with it for the past 2 hours and she hadn't gotten anywhere. She pulled out the backpack with her slayer stuff in it. She hid 10 stakes under her clothes - it comes with practice - and swung the door open, mumbeling something like: "Algebra my ass!" and stomped down the halls of Stevenson and out of the dorm. She needed to find something evil, pummel it into oblivion and work out her frustration. She huffed and sputtered, growled and groaned and was overall pretty annoyed!
She reached an old masoleum, threw her backpack up first and then climbed after it. A moment later, she laid on her stomach on the cold cement, looking for supernatural freaks she could kill. She had pretty much figured out, that hiding and waiting could be more effective than the whole 'catch-me-if-you-can' deal. So, determined to be patient she laid there, not moving an inch. And waited. Not more than 15 minutes later, she was able to spot a bottle-blond head between the tombstones. Spike. With a cigarette between his lips. And a bottle of Jack Daniel's dangeling between his fingers.
She was just about to jump down and confront him, when she got an idea. She scurried around a little on the roof, until she found some small stones. She picked one up, lifted her head a little, aimed…and fired. With a soft 'pop', it hit him in the back of his head and he swung around, glaring around suspiciously. She quickly crouched down and tried to surpress a giggle. She could hear him mutter something like "What the hell…?" and was pretty sure, she hadn't been spotted. After a minute or so, she slowly lifted a head and saw him shake his head and take another swig of his bottle. She smiled smugly and reached behind her to grab another stone. But when she turned around again, the perioxide vampire was nowhere to be found.
"Where did he go?" she mumbled under her breath. She slowly move forward to peer down the edge of the masoleum…when Spike's blond head popped up!
"Hey luv!" he said casually and she cried out in chock. She threw herself backwards and nearly fell down on the other side of the building.
"WHAT the hell do you think you're doing? You scared the shit out of me!" she yelled angrily.
"Oh, I thought I'd knit a sweater for me grannie and decided that the best place to do such a thing was on the friggin' graveyard! What do you think I'm doing?" he snapped back and crawled up to her.
"Sorry Billy Idol, there's only room for one blonde on this roof" she said and sent him her best dirty look.
"Well, get home safe pet. No, wait. Actually…don't!" he bickered back and gave her his best 'more-annoying-than-thou' smirk in return. The he setteled down beside her.
She huffed and scurried away, putting a little more distance between them. Then she spotted her slayerage-gear out of the corner of eye and grabbed it, pulling out a stake. "Listen, one of us is about to get dusty. Let me give you a hint: of the two of us, it ain't me." She faked a sweet smile and he glared at her. Then he looked up at the night sky.
"The stars are pretty tonight, aren't they?" he asked.
She was completely taken aback of his question. "Er…what?" she asked, doumbfounded.
"S-T-A-R-S…stars! Pretty, glammering things that hangs up there in the big, blue nothing" he carefully explained her, pointing and lecturing like she was a little child.
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant, you idiot…why are you suddenly talking about stars? Don't you wanna kill me?" she asked.
He stared at her for a second. Then he shook his head.
"No"
She stared back. Then a glam of understanding was evident in her eyes. She moved a little closer to him and hugged her knees tightly to her chest.
They just sat there for a while, the Slayer and the vampire, staring at the sky. Once in a while, the wind would rustle through the trees or a nightbird would sing a slow, sad song.
"When exactly did we stop being enemies?" she asked him.
He pondered for a moment.
"We stopped being enemies the day you invited me into your house, luv. I mean, don't get me wrong, we're anything but friends…but we are certainly not enemies anymore"
She nodded. Then her brow furrowed.
"But you tried to kill me when you where hunting for The Gem of Amarra?" she asked, confused.
"And yesterday, you attacked me out of nothing!"
He shook his head.
"I've thought it over since yesterday. First I was filled with anger, wanted to crush every bone in your body…"
She raised an eyebrow.
"…but even if I got the chance, I don't think I would go through with it. I know you too well now, Slayer…and how strange it may sounds, I don't wanna kill you"
She looked at him. Then she her lips curled up in a little half-smile.
"You realize, that's the first time I ever heard you say anything nice?" she said, amuse evident in her voice and eyes.
"Don't worry, it doesn't happen very often" he answered and ran a hand through his white hair.
"No…" she started, a serious expression on her face. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. Then she smiled. "I like it."
He looked at her, a stunned expression on his face. Neither said anything. The she swung the backpack over her shoulder, jumped down from the cold masoleum and headed out into the night.
And on the roof of an old masoleum on the graveyard in Sunnydale sat a baffeled, blond vampire. For a long time, his gaze held wonder and confusion. Then, slowly a smile surfaced on his lips.
He slid down from the cold roof and walked in another direction.
TBC…
© 2001 MysLii