How You See Me
Chapter 4
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Author's Note:
Egad! Spike & the Buffster had a little sex this week eh? Yikes! Can't wait to see next week..
I don't know why I've avoided fanfiction.net for so long! This is great - instant feedback. I was skimming through some Buffy fics when my fingers got itchin' to write..I wasn't really planning on finishing/continuing this story but everybody who's reviewed has changed my mind. Thanks!
Just wanted to say that although this is my first Buffy fic, it isn't my first fic. I've been writing..dare I say it?..Backstreet fiction for ages now, but Buffy fics are a whole different thing. Um, somebody mentioned I should give a timeline (BTW: I hear all this talk about the 'Buffyverse' but I'm still clueless..could someone please drop me a line and do a little explaining as to what that is?)..so here I go: Basically everything up till "The Gift" is the same. Beyond that, Willow did the spell and poof..there's Buffy, but that's it, everything from then on came/comes from my overactive imagination..
That's all for now..ciao!
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"Spike?" Dawn shoved the heavy door with all her might, it'd been getting sticky lately and Spike hadn't seemed to care enough to do anything about it, he hadn't seemed to care much about anything.
'Serves him right if he gets stuck in this dump for eternity.', she thought to herself.
"Bloody hell 'Bit!" Spike yelled, dodging the long rays of sunlight that had spilt into his crypt. He brushed past Dawn and slammed the door shut.
"Oh...."
"Yeah well don't get too worked up over just about frying me luv!"
"Sorry." Dawn mumbled.
"'Sorry' she says..", Spike grumbled, "In case you didn't know 'Bit, we vampires..as in me being a vampire, creature of the night and all..we go to bed right about now.."
"Um..yeah.." Dawn peered into the darker corners of the room.
"Dawn?"
"Buffy's not here is she?"
"What?!" Spike missed the tip of the cigarette he was lighting and the flame flickered under his finger, scalding him.
"Bullocks!" he yelped, both his lighter and cigarette clattering to the ground.
"..Spike?"
"Why would the slayer be here?" Spike asked, on the defensive, while leaning over to pick up the dropped objects.
Dawn shrugged and hopped up onto a nearby rocky ledge, her usual spot.
Spike narrowed his eyes at her.
"You don't know where she is then? She didn't come home last night?"
"Aha! So then you do know where she is! How else would you know she went out at all?"
"Let's not bound to conclusions pet, yes I saw her, for a grand total of two sodding minutes. She was in my cemetery round about eleven thirty, but I don't have the slightest inkling where she would be now."
"Oh.." Dawn frowned, "She didn't say where she was going?"
"Not a whisper, she said she'd take care of the things that go bump in the night and I said that was alright by me and then we went our separate ways."
"Swear it?"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Yes 'Bit. I swear to it on my mother's grave."
"That doesn't count..you probably killed your mother."
"I did not! Give me some credit!"
Dawn just stared at him, daring him to prove her wrong.
"Fine..alright, and I don't regret it either. She was always nagging at me. 'William do this..William do that..' Even after I gave her a look at my game face!"
"Spike!" Dawn made a face.
"God, you are all alike. You assumed in the first place that I killed her, then when I go ahead and admit to it you pretend like it's the most shocking and disgusting thing you've ever heard. I'm sick and tired of it I am. Just leave me be Dawn." He sucked on his successfully light cigarette.
"Spike, I.."
"Sod off! Get out of here.."
"But..Buffy.."
"The slayer can take care of herself. She doesn't need anyone, much less a pathetic neutered vampire trying to chase her down when she chooses to be lost!"
Dawn stood and collected her jacket and bag.
"Fine then, I'll leave."
"Thank God. It's about bloody time!" Spike stood and followed her to the door, making sure she left for good this time.
"And don't think I don't know you should be in school right now. If Will ever found out you'd be near dusted. If I hear of you skipping any more classes.."
"..blah blah blah..yes sir." Dawn threw the front door open, forcing Spike back into the shadows and out of lecture mode.
"Bloody hell! There's no one with a worse bite than a Summers." he growled.
And it was so true. Too true actually. It was Buffy's spunk that had drawn him to her in the first place. She'd always been able to match him, insult for insult, blow for blow.
She gave him a challenge when no one else could and he was always up for a challenge.
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"It's such a pity really..pretty young thing like you locked up in this dank old dungeon, waiting for her knight in shining armor.." The creepy old man ran his fingers across Buffy's cheek. She snapped her head away in disgust and shut her eyes, trying to erase the image of his face from her mind.
He seemed human enough, in the sense of having two arms, two legs..regular facial features...but his skin was dry and cracking to the point of bleeding. It was all bumpy and scarred. Raw, red and irritated. His nose was long and crooked, as though it had been broken multiple times. And his eyes...
"Oh God.." Buffy moaned, but it was muffled through the gag he'd shoved into her mouth.
His eyes had a certain bird like quality..always wide and starring. It almost seemed as if he were seeing things he shouldn't be, things Buffy didn't ever want anyone to see.
"It's ok to be afraid pretty girl. You have good reason." he chuckled and sat back in his plush chair.
"You spend your life fighting monsters and now you have to rely on one, it must be tough, I really feel your pain.", the old man looked perplexed for a moment and then shrugged, "Actually..I don't, although I wouldn't mind causing you some more.."
He picked up a long, shiny object from the tray beside him and held it up for inspection, then he glanced over at a wide-eyed Buffy and smiled his ugly smile.
"Don't worry dear..it won't hurt....much."
TBC...
Chapter 4
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Author's Note:
Egad! Spike & the Buffster had a little sex this week eh? Yikes! Can't wait to see next week..
I don't know why I've avoided fanfiction.net for so long! This is great - instant feedback. I was skimming through some Buffy fics when my fingers got itchin' to write..I wasn't really planning on finishing/continuing this story but everybody who's reviewed has changed my mind. Thanks!
Just wanted to say that although this is my first Buffy fic, it isn't my first fic. I've been writing..dare I say it?..Backstreet fiction for ages now, but Buffy fics are a whole different thing. Um, somebody mentioned I should give a timeline (BTW: I hear all this talk about the 'Buffyverse' but I'm still clueless..could someone please drop me a line and do a little explaining as to what that is?)..so here I go: Basically everything up till "The Gift" is the same. Beyond that, Willow did the spell and poof..there's Buffy, but that's it, everything from then on came/comes from my overactive imagination..
That's all for now..ciao!
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"Spike?" Dawn shoved the heavy door with all her might, it'd been getting sticky lately and Spike hadn't seemed to care enough to do anything about it, he hadn't seemed to care much about anything.
'Serves him right if he gets stuck in this dump for eternity.', she thought to herself.
"Bloody hell 'Bit!" Spike yelled, dodging the long rays of sunlight that had spilt into his crypt. He brushed past Dawn and slammed the door shut.
"Oh...."
"Yeah well don't get too worked up over just about frying me luv!"
"Sorry." Dawn mumbled.
"'Sorry' she says..", Spike grumbled, "In case you didn't know 'Bit, we vampires..as in me being a vampire, creature of the night and all..we go to bed right about now.."
"Um..yeah.." Dawn peered into the darker corners of the room.
"Dawn?"
"Buffy's not here is she?"
"What?!" Spike missed the tip of the cigarette he was lighting and the flame flickered under his finger, scalding him.
"Bullocks!" he yelped, both his lighter and cigarette clattering to the ground.
"..Spike?"
"Why would the slayer be here?" Spike asked, on the defensive, while leaning over to pick up the dropped objects.
Dawn shrugged and hopped up onto a nearby rocky ledge, her usual spot.
Spike narrowed his eyes at her.
"You don't know where she is then? She didn't come home last night?"
"Aha! So then you do know where she is! How else would you know she went out at all?"
"Let's not bound to conclusions pet, yes I saw her, for a grand total of two sodding minutes. She was in my cemetery round about eleven thirty, but I don't have the slightest inkling where she would be now."
"Oh.." Dawn frowned, "She didn't say where she was going?"
"Not a whisper, she said she'd take care of the things that go bump in the night and I said that was alright by me and then we went our separate ways."
"Swear it?"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Yes 'Bit. I swear to it on my mother's grave."
"That doesn't count..you probably killed your mother."
"I did not! Give me some credit!"
Dawn just stared at him, daring him to prove her wrong.
"Fine..alright, and I don't regret it either. She was always nagging at me. 'William do this..William do that..' Even after I gave her a look at my game face!"
"Spike!" Dawn made a face.
"God, you are all alike. You assumed in the first place that I killed her, then when I go ahead and admit to it you pretend like it's the most shocking and disgusting thing you've ever heard. I'm sick and tired of it I am. Just leave me be Dawn." He sucked on his successfully light cigarette.
"Spike, I.."
"Sod off! Get out of here.."
"But..Buffy.."
"The slayer can take care of herself. She doesn't need anyone, much less a pathetic neutered vampire trying to chase her down when she chooses to be lost!"
Dawn stood and collected her jacket and bag.
"Fine then, I'll leave."
"Thank God. It's about bloody time!" Spike stood and followed her to the door, making sure she left for good this time.
"And don't think I don't know you should be in school right now. If Will ever found out you'd be near dusted. If I hear of you skipping any more classes.."
"..blah blah blah..yes sir." Dawn threw the front door open, forcing Spike back into the shadows and out of lecture mode.
"Bloody hell! There's no one with a worse bite than a Summers." he growled.
And it was so true. Too true actually. It was Buffy's spunk that had drawn him to her in the first place. She'd always been able to match him, insult for insult, blow for blow.
She gave him a challenge when no one else could and he was always up for a challenge.
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"It's such a pity really..pretty young thing like you locked up in this dank old dungeon, waiting for her knight in shining armor.." The creepy old man ran his fingers across Buffy's cheek. She snapped her head away in disgust and shut her eyes, trying to erase the image of his face from her mind.
He seemed human enough, in the sense of having two arms, two legs..regular facial features...but his skin was dry and cracking to the point of bleeding. It was all bumpy and scarred. Raw, red and irritated. His nose was long and crooked, as though it had been broken multiple times. And his eyes...
"Oh God.." Buffy moaned, but it was muffled through the gag he'd shoved into her mouth.
His eyes had a certain bird like quality..always wide and starring. It almost seemed as if he were seeing things he shouldn't be, things Buffy didn't ever want anyone to see.
"It's ok to be afraid pretty girl. You have good reason." he chuckled and sat back in his plush chair.
"You spend your life fighting monsters and now you have to rely on one, it must be tough, I really feel your pain.", the old man looked perplexed for a moment and then shrugged, "Actually..I don't, although I wouldn't mind causing you some more.."
He picked up a long, shiny object from the tray beside him and held it up for inspection, then he glanced over at a wide-eyed Buffy and smiled his ugly smile.
"Don't worry dear..it won't hurt....much."
TBC...
