Title: Buffy: The Vampire?
Part: 2/?
Disclaimer, notes, etc. in part one.
Buffy awoke with a start. She rubbed her head, which kept pounding. Everything was fuzzy. "Where am I?" She asked aloud when she noticed she was lying on a floor. It looked like a gym or something.
There were several weapons on the wall. She grinned and stood to get them. But fell to her knees weakly. "Hungry." She muttered. Looking around again she spotted a stairway and crawled like a baby towards it. She shoved the door open and crawled around what seemed to be a shop.
Behind the counter she found what she'd been looking for. A small fridge full of food. Past all that, she could smell what she wanted and grinned.
After she finished eating, she strolled out of the shop, ignoring the voices she heard behind another door. She wanted to go back home. To the mansion.
She walked around aimlessly for a while, noticing how everything seemed different from what she'd remembered. She fingered the chain that hung from her neck gingerly, then snapped around when she heard someone behind her.
"Slayer." A vampire with a metal stick in his hands said.
"Dust." She purred, quickly closing the distance between them and knocking the stick out of his hands. "What do you want to fight me for? You know what'll happen."
The vampire tensed. "You're... you're dead."
"So are you. What's your point?"
His eyes widened and he back away from her. "Who turned you? Spike'll kill whoever did... he said he would... actually he said he'd kill all vampires if you were turned..."
"Spike?" Her eyes lit up like the sky on the fourth of July. "Where is he?"
"Spike? Probably at his crypt." The vampire turned. "I'm outta here... I'm not gonna get pinned with having turned you."
"But... Spike turned me." She said. She frowned. "Crypt?" But, the vampire was already long gone. "What crypt, damn it!" The thought of Spike having a place without her knowing pissed her off beyond belief. "Probably Dru... trying to shack up with my man. I'll stake them both." She rushed off for the nearest cemetery.
She began to feel like it was hopeless. With all the cemetery's in Sunnydale, Spike could be at any one and it would be daylight soon.
She was about to give up hope when she reached one that smelled just like Spike. She kicked in the door, a stake in hand ready to kill him and Drusilla, or whatever little tramp he was with.
"Slayer?" He questioned, sitting on a sofa, writing in a book. "Given up hope, Buffy. Thought you wouldn't come by again after what happened at The Bronze."
Buffy frowned. Something wasn't right with this.
Spike threw up his hands at her frown. "All right! I wont mention it ever again. We can go back to how it was before, okay?"
Buffy just stared.
"Damn it, say something."
"Where the hell am I?" She asked with a freezing glare. "Nothing here is right."
"Pet, are you okay? Hit your head or something. Kidnapped by evil slut demons who tried to make you one of their own?" He finally noticed what she was wearing.
Tears pooled in her eyes.
"I like it, Buffy. You know me..." He smiled nervously. "Just... kinda figured I had to say something."
"You're not my Spike." She let out a whimper as he walked over to her. She punched him in his stomach. "I want to go home."
"Then go bloody home." He shoved her out the door. "I didn't ask you to come here."
She socked him again. This time he hit back. Floored when he realized he'd knocked her down, head-ache free. "Hell... the chip..."
"Chip?" She got up and dusted herself off. She cocked her head slightly. "What chip?"
"In my head... the one that makes it impossible for me to hurt humans? Ringing any bells?"
She shook her head. "I tell you I want to go home. This isn't home. This is... wrong. A Spike who can't hurt humans? Not normal at all."
Spike took in what she said, then pulled her inside his crypt. "You're not from this world, are you?"
"I guess not. I saw a vampire on the street... and he said you'd kill whoever turned me... but you did... not you... my Spike."
"What!?" The he noticed. No heartbeat. No breathing. "You're a vampire. And the me of your world did it?"
Buffy nodded. "Nasty Dru tried to kill me... it was death or being a vampire with you... him."
"Drusilla?"
"Yeah, and now that I'm not there she's probably seduced him and they're probably having sex on my bed!"
Spike couldn't help but laugh. "What about Angel?"
"What about him? Stupid jerk. Probably hurting Kendra as usual, with Darla at his feet." She made a face.
"Why don't you start from the beginning, Pet?"
Buffy opened her mouth, but Xander, Anya, and the other Buffy walked in. "Damn it, Spike! I thought you were over that!" She shouted, pointing to the other Buffy. "You want me to love you when you screw robots that look like me!?"
"What I don't get is how you keep coming up with the money to have the Buffy-Bot's made." Anya said.
"Buffy-Bot?" The vampire Buffy questioned, looking to Spike, then to Buffy. "She seems like an older, not so happy me."
"This isn't a bloody Bot." He shoved her towards them. "Check her yourself. She's a vampire... apparently from another world."
"That would explain the bright light in the sky before we found her... and the clothes." Anya piped up again.
Vampire Buffy let her face change, then it went back to normal. The normal Buffy fainted.
Part: 2/?
Disclaimer, notes, etc. in part one.
Buffy awoke with a start. She rubbed her head, which kept pounding. Everything was fuzzy. "Where am I?" She asked aloud when she noticed she was lying on a floor. It looked like a gym or something.
There were several weapons on the wall. She grinned and stood to get them. But fell to her knees weakly. "Hungry." She muttered. Looking around again she spotted a stairway and crawled like a baby towards it. She shoved the door open and crawled around what seemed to be a shop.
Behind the counter she found what she'd been looking for. A small fridge full of food. Past all that, she could smell what she wanted and grinned.
After she finished eating, she strolled out of the shop, ignoring the voices she heard behind another door. She wanted to go back home. To the mansion.
She walked around aimlessly for a while, noticing how everything seemed different from what she'd remembered. She fingered the chain that hung from her neck gingerly, then snapped around when she heard someone behind her.
"Slayer." A vampire with a metal stick in his hands said.
"Dust." She purred, quickly closing the distance between them and knocking the stick out of his hands. "What do you want to fight me for? You know what'll happen."
The vampire tensed. "You're... you're dead."
"So are you. What's your point?"
His eyes widened and he back away from her. "Who turned you? Spike'll kill whoever did... he said he would... actually he said he'd kill all vampires if you were turned..."
"Spike?" Her eyes lit up like the sky on the fourth of July. "Where is he?"
"Spike? Probably at his crypt." The vampire turned. "I'm outta here... I'm not gonna get pinned with having turned you."
"But... Spike turned me." She said. She frowned. "Crypt?" But, the vampire was already long gone. "What crypt, damn it!" The thought of Spike having a place without her knowing pissed her off beyond belief. "Probably Dru... trying to shack up with my man. I'll stake them both." She rushed off for the nearest cemetery.
She began to feel like it was hopeless. With all the cemetery's in Sunnydale, Spike could be at any one and it would be daylight soon.
She was about to give up hope when she reached one that smelled just like Spike. She kicked in the door, a stake in hand ready to kill him and Drusilla, or whatever little tramp he was with.
"Slayer?" He questioned, sitting on a sofa, writing in a book. "Given up hope, Buffy. Thought you wouldn't come by again after what happened at The Bronze."
Buffy frowned. Something wasn't right with this.
Spike threw up his hands at her frown. "All right! I wont mention it ever again. We can go back to how it was before, okay?"
Buffy just stared.
"Damn it, say something."
"Where the hell am I?" She asked with a freezing glare. "Nothing here is right."
"Pet, are you okay? Hit your head or something. Kidnapped by evil slut demons who tried to make you one of their own?" He finally noticed what she was wearing.
Tears pooled in her eyes.
"I like it, Buffy. You know me..." He smiled nervously. "Just... kinda figured I had to say something."
"You're not my Spike." She let out a whimper as he walked over to her. She punched him in his stomach. "I want to go home."
"Then go bloody home." He shoved her out the door. "I didn't ask you to come here."
She socked him again. This time he hit back. Floored when he realized he'd knocked her down, head-ache free. "Hell... the chip..."
"Chip?" She got up and dusted herself off. She cocked her head slightly. "What chip?"
"In my head... the one that makes it impossible for me to hurt humans? Ringing any bells?"
She shook her head. "I tell you I want to go home. This isn't home. This is... wrong. A Spike who can't hurt humans? Not normal at all."
Spike took in what she said, then pulled her inside his crypt. "You're not from this world, are you?"
"I guess not. I saw a vampire on the street... and he said you'd kill whoever turned me... but you did... not you... my Spike."
"What!?" The he noticed. No heartbeat. No breathing. "You're a vampire. And the me of your world did it?"
Buffy nodded. "Nasty Dru tried to kill me... it was death or being a vampire with you... him."
"Drusilla?"
"Yeah, and now that I'm not there she's probably seduced him and they're probably having sex on my bed!"
Spike couldn't help but laugh. "What about Angel?"
"What about him? Stupid jerk. Probably hurting Kendra as usual, with Darla at his feet." She made a face.
"Why don't you start from the beginning, Pet?"
Buffy opened her mouth, but Xander, Anya, and the other Buffy walked in. "Damn it, Spike! I thought you were over that!" She shouted, pointing to the other Buffy. "You want me to love you when you screw robots that look like me!?"
"What I don't get is how you keep coming up with the money to have the Buffy-Bot's made." Anya said.
"Buffy-Bot?" The vampire Buffy questioned, looking to Spike, then to Buffy. "She seems like an older, not so happy me."
"This isn't a bloody Bot." He shoved her towards them. "Check her yourself. She's a vampire... apparently from another world."
"That would explain the bright light in the sky before we found her... and the clothes." Anya piped up again.
Vampire Buffy let her face change, then it went back to normal. The normal Buffy fainted.
