Hi! This is Manticore Queen. This is a fic I've been working on for a
while. I'll make sure to update often. This shouldn't be a problem since
it's already written out. For the purposes of this fic I've brought Buffy's
mother back from the dead. Buffy is still with Spike. This is a fair piece
of fluff until you get to Chapter 3. If you don't like the story please
review and tell me how to improve so I don't screw up later stories.
I think this is probably a PG fic but it has mild English and implied sex so I'll make it PG13 to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own no characters in this fiction. Hear that, NONE!!! They all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and anyone else that helped in their creation.
Now it begins…
Chapter 1
Buffy walked through the cemetery, careful not to make a sound. "Vampires," she muttered, "Why do they always show up in creepy cemeteries in the middle of the night? Just once I'd like to see a vampire in a park around noonish killing a hot dog vendor or something." Buffy jumps as a rustle in the bushes brings her out of her rant. Stake in hand she crept towards the source of the noise. She pauses and cranes her neck to try and see the thing making the noise, but she can't. So she does the next best thing. She dives into the bushes and throws herself on top of whatever it is. Blindly flailing at the thing, she pauses long enough to open her eyes and sees… Spike. "Well this scene is familiar," he drawls. "Spike!" Buffy sighs, "Good it's you. I thought it might be something to worry about. "Hey!" Spike yells at her obviously peeved, "It's not my fault your old G.I. Joe boyfriend and his buds put this… Buffy, watch out!" "What" Buffy asked, turning, "Oh! A vampire hell spawn thingie." She grabs her stake from the ground and runs at the vampire. She plunges the stake into his chest just as he moves over. Not very far, but enough to make her miss the heart. Buffy's all ready to have another go at the vamp, but her stake is lodged in the vampire's chest. (Not very likely but humor me) While Buffy's struggling to get the stake out the vampire is beating the living daylights out of her. "Come on Buffy!" Spike cheers "Give 'im a right. Give 'im a left. Oh, bloody hell." Spike lets out an exasperated sigh. He runs over to help Buffy and throws his amazingly gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful, body on the hell spawn. The force is enough to release Buffy's stake, allowing her to dust the vampire and drop Spike flat on his gorgeous face. (Which thankfully remains intact) "Omigod Spike! I'm so sorry." Buffy says, rushing over to help him up, "Kinda." "I'm fine. Thanks for your sincere concern" he sneers. His expression softens, "You okay, Buff?" "Yeah." she answers, "Except for this huge gash on my arm that's getting blood on my new shirt. This was on sale! It's non-returnable!"
Spike examines her cut and smiles, "I keep some first aid stuff at my place, come on then." He tells her. Buffy gives him a strange look. "Spike," she said slowly, "this may shock you but whiskey, bourbon and tequila do not mix together as a disinfectant." "Oh, real witty Slayer, real witty." Spike says sarcastically. Buffy smiles at him, "Thanks, I thought so to.
Chapter 2
"All right then, Slayer." Spike says, "Sit y'self down." Buffy looks around at the filthy, grime filled crypt. "Where?" she says as she dawns a disgusted expression. "Just there on the coffin's fine. And don't mind old bonesy" Spike answers grinning. "I think I'll stand, thank you." Buffy says, wrinkling her nose. Spike re-enters the room and approaches Buffy with disinfectant, bandages and a flask. "What's in there?" Buffy asks, pointing at the flask. "Bourbon of course." Spike answers. "Ewww." Buffy says, " Didn't you hear me before. This isn't for you, pet, it's for me. This" he says, holding up the bandages and disinfectant, "is for you." Spike picks up some cotton balls and pours some disinfectant on it. " Now, this might sting a bit" he warns "so if the pain gets unbearable you can grab onto my hand." He dabs the disinfectant on Buffy's arm. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Buffy screams and digs her nails into Spike's arm. Spike takes a swig of bourbon and lets out a few colorful curses. After she runs out of air and before she starts screaming again, she glares up at Spike and yells "A bit my @$$!"
Once Buffy's cut is bandaged she looks up at Spike. "Thanks." She whispers. Spike smiles. "Well, thank you is all well and good. But personally, I think a little more thanks is in order." he says and swoops down to kiss Buffy, she returns the kiss and we should all know where this leads by now.
Chapter 3
Buffy arrives home at roughly seven o'clock in the morning. She heads right up to her mom's room to say hi. "Buffy Summers" Joyce yells, "You know you should have been home hours ago. Patrol or no patrol. You know I get worried about you when you're out there all alone. How many times do I have to tell you if you're going to be late at least call? And another thing…" "Joyce!" a voice from downstairs calls, "How do you like your eggs?" Giles walks into the room dressed in wearing matching blue pajamas and housecoat and, get this, pink, fuzzy, bunny slippers. AWW. Giles spots Buffy. "Oh." he says, "Well, this is awkward." Buffy looks at them both in disgust and horror. "Mom! How could you? And Giles! Why are you in my house wearing… bunny slippers?! You two can't do this. You," she says pointing at Giles represent my work life. Vampires, demons and other things that meet a disgusting or dusty end. And you," pointing at Joyce, "represent my home life. Cooking, cleaning, grounding, and rules. Do you people know what you get when you mix home life and work life? You get hork life. That's what you get and that even sounds gross. You can't do this to me!" Buffy runs into her room as she tries to keep from crying. "Buffy…" Joyce starts. "No." Giles cuts her off, "Let her cry it out. She'll be more rational then."
So, what do you guys think? Should I continue? Can it be improved? Come on people,use the little review button. I need some reviews.
I think this is probably a PG fic but it has mild English and implied sex so I'll make it PG13 to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own no characters in this fiction. Hear that, NONE!!! They all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and anyone else that helped in their creation.
Now it begins…
Chapter 1
Buffy walked through the cemetery, careful not to make a sound. "Vampires," she muttered, "Why do they always show up in creepy cemeteries in the middle of the night? Just once I'd like to see a vampire in a park around noonish killing a hot dog vendor or something." Buffy jumps as a rustle in the bushes brings her out of her rant. Stake in hand she crept towards the source of the noise. She pauses and cranes her neck to try and see the thing making the noise, but she can't. So she does the next best thing. She dives into the bushes and throws herself on top of whatever it is. Blindly flailing at the thing, she pauses long enough to open her eyes and sees… Spike. "Well this scene is familiar," he drawls. "Spike!" Buffy sighs, "Good it's you. I thought it might be something to worry about. "Hey!" Spike yells at her obviously peeved, "It's not my fault your old G.I. Joe boyfriend and his buds put this… Buffy, watch out!" "What" Buffy asked, turning, "Oh! A vampire hell spawn thingie." She grabs her stake from the ground and runs at the vampire. She plunges the stake into his chest just as he moves over. Not very far, but enough to make her miss the heart. Buffy's all ready to have another go at the vamp, but her stake is lodged in the vampire's chest. (Not very likely but humor me) While Buffy's struggling to get the stake out the vampire is beating the living daylights out of her. "Come on Buffy!" Spike cheers "Give 'im a right. Give 'im a left. Oh, bloody hell." Spike lets out an exasperated sigh. He runs over to help Buffy and throws his amazingly gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful, body on the hell spawn. The force is enough to release Buffy's stake, allowing her to dust the vampire and drop Spike flat on his gorgeous face. (Which thankfully remains intact) "Omigod Spike! I'm so sorry." Buffy says, rushing over to help him up, "Kinda." "I'm fine. Thanks for your sincere concern" he sneers. His expression softens, "You okay, Buff?" "Yeah." she answers, "Except for this huge gash on my arm that's getting blood on my new shirt. This was on sale! It's non-returnable!"
Spike examines her cut and smiles, "I keep some first aid stuff at my place, come on then." He tells her. Buffy gives him a strange look. "Spike," she said slowly, "this may shock you but whiskey, bourbon and tequila do not mix together as a disinfectant." "Oh, real witty Slayer, real witty." Spike says sarcastically. Buffy smiles at him, "Thanks, I thought so to.
Chapter 2
"All right then, Slayer." Spike says, "Sit y'self down." Buffy looks around at the filthy, grime filled crypt. "Where?" she says as she dawns a disgusted expression. "Just there on the coffin's fine. And don't mind old bonesy" Spike answers grinning. "I think I'll stand, thank you." Buffy says, wrinkling her nose. Spike re-enters the room and approaches Buffy with disinfectant, bandages and a flask. "What's in there?" Buffy asks, pointing at the flask. "Bourbon of course." Spike answers. "Ewww." Buffy says, " Didn't you hear me before. This isn't for you, pet, it's for me. This" he says, holding up the bandages and disinfectant, "is for you." Spike picks up some cotton balls and pours some disinfectant on it. " Now, this might sting a bit" he warns "so if the pain gets unbearable you can grab onto my hand." He dabs the disinfectant on Buffy's arm. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Buffy screams and digs her nails into Spike's arm. Spike takes a swig of bourbon and lets out a few colorful curses. After she runs out of air and before she starts screaming again, she glares up at Spike and yells "A bit my @$$!"
Once Buffy's cut is bandaged she looks up at Spike. "Thanks." She whispers. Spike smiles. "Well, thank you is all well and good. But personally, I think a little more thanks is in order." he says and swoops down to kiss Buffy, she returns the kiss and we should all know where this leads by now.
Chapter 3
Buffy arrives home at roughly seven o'clock in the morning. She heads right up to her mom's room to say hi. "Buffy Summers" Joyce yells, "You know you should have been home hours ago. Patrol or no patrol. You know I get worried about you when you're out there all alone. How many times do I have to tell you if you're going to be late at least call? And another thing…" "Joyce!" a voice from downstairs calls, "How do you like your eggs?" Giles walks into the room dressed in wearing matching blue pajamas and housecoat and, get this, pink, fuzzy, bunny slippers. AWW. Giles spots Buffy. "Oh." he says, "Well, this is awkward." Buffy looks at them both in disgust and horror. "Mom! How could you? And Giles! Why are you in my house wearing… bunny slippers?! You two can't do this. You," she says pointing at Giles represent my work life. Vampires, demons and other things that meet a disgusting or dusty end. And you," pointing at Joyce, "represent my home life. Cooking, cleaning, grounding, and rules. Do you people know what you get when you mix home life and work life? You get hork life. That's what you get and that even sounds gross. You can't do this to me!" Buffy runs into her room as she tries to keep from crying. "Buffy…" Joyce starts. "No." Giles cuts her off, "Let her cry it out. She'll be more rational then."
So, what do you guys think? Should I continue? Can it be improved? Come on people,use the little review button. I need some reviews.