RATING: PG-13 (mild swearing)
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. mihalik@wpaccs.com
DISCLAIMER: I own nada. We all must hail the great and mighty Whedon, creator of all things Buffy. Hey, maybe if I suck up enough, he'll even let me borrow Spike! Hmmm.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Takes place post-"Crush", but Joyce doesn't die (hey, it's my world, I can do what I want. Hmph). Also, this is my first fic, so please be gentle.
'Damn, it sure is quiet tonight,' Buffy thought as she made her way through one of the twelve lovely cemeteries that resided in good ol' Sunnyhell. ' It's nice to have a bit of a reprieve from all the ass kicking, but quiet is never really a good sign around here. Quiet usually leads to big time evil, which will just complicate up my life even more, and if there's one thing that Buffy Summers does NOT need right now, it's more problems. I've already got a crazy hellbitch who's trying to stuff my baby sister into some keyhole, a baby sister who's actually some kinda misty, glowing, green energy, a mother who has a brain tumor, and to top it all off, a lovesick vamp who tried to feed me to his psychopathic ex. All in all, normal troubles of the Buffyverse. Ugh, why did Xander have to pick tonight to wine and dine Anya? I mean, I could SO use some company tonight. Not that I need it, it's just nice to have someone to talk to. At least then I wouldn't have to constantly think of how screwed up my life is. But I guess it's just as well that no one came with. That would just be one more thing that I'd have to worry about. Will and Tara are at the house watching Dawn, so I guess they should all be safe enough. God, it's boring out here. Come on, baddies, time to attack lil' ol' me! Wait, was I already in this section tonight? Oh, god, now I'm rambling in my thoughts. 'Kay, Buffster, just keep up your guard and stop the mind chatter. See nothin' else in the next five minutes and your reward is a hot shower and a nice, comfy bed. Yippee.'
She continued through the graveyard, forcing herself to patrol more and think less. After a couple more minutes of non-slaying, Buffy began to head back home. "Guess it's 'bout time to head towards the homestead." Just as she turned around, she began to sense a nasty. 'Of course they show up just as I'm leaving! What is it, Piss-Buffy-Off day?' She continued walking, silently willing the demon to attack her first. ' 'Cause that's when the battles are the most fun.' Stake in hand, she suddenly whirled around and landed a hard spinning back kick directly into the creature's chest. The form flew to the ground and was covered by shadows. Buffy headed over to it, ready to finish the job, and looked into a familiar pair of ice blue eyes.
"Think you're getting' off your game, Slayer. Took you ten minutes to figure out I was even behind you. Need to work on that." Spike gathered himself up and reached into his duster to retrieve a cigarette.
Buffy glared at him and scowled. "Spike, not that I don't love kicking your ass to the ground, because I REALLY do. But what the hell are you doing here?"
Spike slowly lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Temper, temper. You really should work on that anger management. I knew a guy with a really bad temper once. Fyarl demon, not fun to be around when they're angry. Took a class, though. Said it worked wonders for 'im."
"Spike," Buffy ground out through clenched teeth, " What. Are. You. Doing. Here."
" If you'd take a moment, Slayer, you'd notice that this is my bloody cemetery you're standin' in. As to WHAT I'm doin', that's none of your soddin' business."
"Get out of my sight, Spike."
He picked up a bag that had been thrown to the ground during the encounter, turned to glare at her, and headed toward his crypt without saying another word.
'Thank God for small favors.' Buffy sighed and looked up to the sky. " Will someone please tell me why I haven't staked his ass yet?"
Spike entered his crypt and looked through his window to make sure the Slayer had left the cemetery. Once he watched her leave, he gathered up his bag and climbed down to the lower level of the crypt. He set the bag on his bed and proceeded in taking the contents out. Some red and white candles, a variety of herbs and incense purchased at the Magic Box a couple weeks earlier, and a spell book he had swiped from Red earlier that day.
'Damn, Buffy. Has the nerve to come into MY cemetery and tell ME to leave! Thinks she owns the whole bloody world. Thinks she can push Big Bad around and he'll do anythin' she says 'cause he declared his undyin' devotion to her. Well, Girlie has another think comin' then. 'Cause things are gonna change now. Little Spikey got his rocks back and we're playin' by my rules now.'
TBC.
PS. If you review, please try to go easy on me. This is the first fanfic I've ever done, though I've been reading them for a long time. Any feedback is welcome, though.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. mihalik@wpaccs.com
DISCLAIMER: I own nada. We all must hail the great and mighty Whedon, creator of all things Buffy. Hey, maybe if I suck up enough, he'll even let me borrow Spike! Hmmm.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Takes place post-"Crush", but Joyce doesn't die (hey, it's my world, I can do what I want. Hmph). Also, this is my first fic, so please be gentle.
'Damn, it sure is quiet tonight,' Buffy thought as she made her way through one of the twelve lovely cemeteries that resided in good ol' Sunnyhell. ' It's nice to have a bit of a reprieve from all the ass kicking, but quiet is never really a good sign around here. Quiet usually leads to big time evil, which will just complicate up my life even more, and if there's one thing that Buffy Summers does NOT need right now, it's more problems. I've already got a crazy hellbitch who's trying to stuff my baby sister into some keyhole, a baby sister who's actually some kinda misty, glowing, green energy, a mother who has a brain tumor, and to top it all off, a lovesick vamp who tried to feed me to his psychopathic ex. All in all, normal troubles of the Buffyverse. Ugh, why did Xander have to pick tonight to wine and dine Anya? I mean, I could SO use some company tonight. Not that I need it, it's just nice to have someone to talk to. At least then I wouldn't have to constantly think of how screwed up my life is. But I guess it's just as well that no one came with. That would just be one more thing that I'd have to worry about. Will and Tara are at the house watching Dawn, so I guess they should all be safe enough. God, it's boring out here. Come on, baddies, time to attack lil' ol' me! Wait, was I already in this section tonight? Oh, god, now I'm rambling in my thoughts. 'Kay, Buffster, just keep up your guard and stop the mind chatter. See nothin' else in the next five minutes and your reward is a hot shower and a nice, comfy bed. Yippee.'
She continued through the graveyard, forcing herself to patrol more and think less. After a couple more minutes of non-slaying, Buffy began to head back home. "Guess it's 'bout time to head towards the homestead." Just as she turned around, she began to sense a nasty. 'Of course they show up just as I'm leaving! What is it, Piss-Buffy-Off day?' She continued walking, silently willing the demon to attack her first. ' 'Cause that's when the battles are the most fun.' Stake in hand, she suddenly whirled around and landed a hard spinning back kick directly into the creature's chest. The form flew to the ground and was covered by shadows. Buffy headed over to it, ready to finish the job, and looked into a familiar pair of ice blue eyes.
"Think you're getting' off your game, Slayer. Took you ten minutes to figure out I was even behind you. Need to work on that." Spike gathered himself up and reached into his duster to retrieve a cigarette.
Buffy glared at him and scowled. "Spike, not that I don't love kicking your ass to the ground, because I REALLY do. But what the hell are you doing here?"
Spike slowly lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Temper, temper. You really should work on that anger management. I knew a guy with a really bad temper once. Fyarl demon, not fun to be around when they're angry. Took a class, though. Said it worked wonders for 'im."
"Spike," Buffy ground out through clenched teeth, " What. Are. You. Doing. Here."
" If you'd take a moment, Slayer, you'd notice that this is my bloody cemetery you're standin' in. As to WHAT I'm doin', that's none of your soddin' business."
"Get out of my sight, Spike."
He picked up a bag that had been thrown to the ground during the encounter, turned to glare at her, and headed toward his crypt without saying another word.
'Thank God for small favors.' Buffy sighed and looked up to the sky. " Will someone please tell me why I haven't staked his ass yet?"
Spike entered his crypt and looked through his window to make sure the Slayer had left the cemetery. Once he watched her leave, he gathered up his bag and climbed down to the lower level of the crypt. He set the bag on his bed and proceeded in taking the contents out. Some red and white candles, a variety of herbs and incense purchased at the Magic Box a couple weeks earlier, and a spell book he had swiped from Red earlier that day.
'Damn, Buffy. Has the nerve to come into MY cemetery and tell ME to leave! Thinks she owns the whole bloody world. Thinks she can push Big Bad around and he'll do anythin' she says 'cause he declared his undyin' devotion to her. Well, Girlie has another think comin' then. 'Cause things are gonna change now. Little Spikey got his rocks back and we're playin' by my rules now.'
TBC.
PS. If you review, please try to go easy on me. This is the first fanfic I've ever done, though I've been reading them for a long time. Any feedback is welcome, though.
