"Dawn!!" Buffy stormed through the front door, dragging Spike roughly behind her by the scruff of his neck. He'd given up fighting against her hold earlier and now just let her drag him across the ground.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" Dawn appeared at the top of the stairs, just in time to see Buffy toss Spike roughly to the ground in front of her. "Buffy!!" She raced down the stairs, glaring at her sister as she enveloped the dog in her arms. "What's your problem?!"
"I went to take Spike's jacket back to him. He wasn't home." She spat, crossing her arms over her chest.
"So you beat the crap out of my dog?"
"Your dog is Spike." Buffy shot, glaring at the dog. Spike just whimpered and slunk down to the floor.
"What?" Dawn asked, standing. "Buffy, your crazy."
"No, I'm not." She bent down and grabbed Spike by the neck once more, lifting him from the ground roughly as she stormed out the door. "Call Anya. Tell her I'm on my way to the shop." She demanded as she slammed the door.
"Buffy!!" Dawn screeched, whipping the door back open.
"Stay there." Buffy demanded. Dawn glared at her and slammed the door.
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Okay, I have legs you know…Spike wiggled a bit, trying to get out of the Slayer's tight grasp. It was really uncomfortable being carried around by one's neck.
"Stoppit." Buffy demanded, her eyes shooting daggers at him.
He growled.
So she smacked him on the muzzle. "Don't even. You may be a dog, but I will not hesitate to end your miserable life." He continued to glare and a soft growl emitted from his chest. Buffy rolled her eyes and tossed him to the street. "Fine, walk, but don't try anything, got it?"
Like what? Run away so some pup-catcher can find me and take me to the pound? I don't think so. Spike glared and began to walk towards the magic box with her, keeping about three feet between them.
"I'm so going to kill you when we fix you." Buffy stated, not looking at him.
Than bloody do it now and get it over with.
"God Spike! I can't believe you would do something like this! Your so….ugh!" She threw her arms in the air and began to walk faster. The sooner she found a way to fix him, the sooner she could kick his ass. It wouldn't look too good if the Slayer was seen beating up puppies, now, would it?
Yeah, Slayer, I really wanted to be a bloody puppy. It's always been my master plan, you know. Become a puppy and lick the sodding slayer to death. Spike's ears were flat against the back of his head as he followed her into the magic box.
"Buffy, Dawn called and said you were coming. What's wrong?" Anya asked as she looked up from the counter.
Buffy kicked Spike in front of her. "He is my problem."
"A puppy?"
"No. Spike."
"So it's not the puppy?"
"No, it is."
"But I thought you said it was Spike."
"No. Spike is the puppy."
Anya blinked a few times. "…Oh."
"Yeah, big 'Oh.'" Buffy ground out, glaring at the dog.
"Well, how did it happen? I mean, most people don't usually turn into animals."
"I don't care how it happened, I just want it fixed."
Do they have any idea how much I'm starting to hate that word? 'Fix' has a whole 'nother special meaning to a dog.
"Well, I suppose we could do revealing spell to find out what made him like this. It could take awhile though."
"I don't want to know what did this to him. I just want him back to normal so I can beat the crap out of him without feeling bad."
"Buffy, I'm not Willow. Maybe she could pull off a spell like this, but not me. The only thing we can do is find out what made him like this and hope we can reverse it."
"…." Buffy continued to glare at Spike. "Fine. I'll go ask around, see if anyone finally got tired of his shit and decided to get back at him. I'll be back in awhile.." She turned to go to the door, but Anya called after her.
"Aren't you going to take him with you?" She motioned to Spike, who was still scowling as best as a puppy could.
"No."
"Well you can't leave him here." Anya pointed out. Personally she just didn't want to be alone with him if she found a way to change him back. Having that happen would more than likey strain her and Buffy's relationship further.
"Fine. He can go home until we find a way to fix him."
Again with the 'fixing' me line"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, Spike isn't necessarily the most popular guy in town. If anyone finds out it's him…."
"Fine! I'll take him with me. Just hurry, I don't want to have to pummel him until I can hear him scream." She directed the last part venomously at Spike, who narrowed his eyes at her.
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