Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related items do not belong
to myself. Nor do all related items of/and "Angel" and "Roswell", and
"Ripper"(I guess).
Buffy was sitting down on her couch on a lovely Thursday afternoon. Alone. Dawn was at summer school for failing 5 out of 7 classes, Willow was with Giles in England and Xander was at work. So was Anya. And Spike, God, who knows. And who cares? Buffy swallowed hard. Who did care? Didn't she care? That's what it says in her diary. She started a diary not long ago, in hopes of being not so stressed. Dawn said it would help. Buffy seriously could not tell.
She turned on the t.v. Nothing was on. Today was her day off from work. Work, ew. Buffy hated "work".
"Ding Dong," rang the doorbell. Who could it be?
~*~
Spike was now two hours away from L.A. Spike wasn't sure if he'd stop and look for Angel. Maybe Angel could help, I mean he's been a vampire with a soul for a lot longer. Would he help? Could he help? What was he going to help with? Well, he'll soon find, he reassured himself. But in the back of his mind, a thought lingered. A thought that he should not have been thinking at this moment of 'crisis', if that is what it was. He thought,
"Now that a soul is bestowed upon me, could she love me?" She, of- course, being Buffy.
~*~
"Hi, my name is Max, are you the Slayer?" a man of no more than 18, or 19 asked forwardly the moment Buffy opened the door.
"Excuse me?" was the answer he got.
"A guy named Willie said this was where you lived." Buffy was dumbstruck for a moment or two, but decided to let the stranger in. After all, she could take care of herself.
Buffy let the stranger in. She just noticed now, but this stranger was quite handsome and HOT. In-fact, he strongly resembled her old friend, Ford. That was an awful time of her life, when she had to stake him. But he was a vamp., which is what he wanted, he even had a little 'wanna be a vampire' club. The stranger, or 'Max' as said, had deep, dark eyes that could penetrate through to Buffy's soul. When they were face to face, that is what Buffy felt they did. His hair was tidy and his face was serious. Quite serious, indeed. He was fairly taller than she, but that was not the detail that Buffy was exactly obsessing over.
"Are you her?" Max said eagerly as soon as he sat down on his seat.
"Why?" Buffy replied.
"We need you-or her," he said sternly.
"We?"
"My friends and I."
"And your friends would be where?"
"Are you the Slayer?" he asked again. Buffy studied Max for a few moments and decided that he truly needed the Slayer honestly.
"Yes, I am her." Max smiled and Buffy noticed that his serious and stern features lightened and softened as he did this. He relaxed a bit. He found the Slayer. Thank God, he found the Slayer.
Buffy was sitting down on her couch on a lovely Thursday afternoon. Alone. Dawn was at summer school for failing 5 out of 7 classes, Willow was with Giles in England and Xander was at work. So was Anya. And Spike, God, who knows. And who cares? Buffy swallowed hard. Who did care? Didn't she care? That's what it says in her diary. She started a diary not long ago, in hopes of being not so stressed. Dawn said it would help. Buffy seriously could not tell.
She turned on the t.v. Nothing was on. Today was her day off from work. Work, ew. Buffy hated "work".
"Ding Dong," rang the doorbell. Who could it be?
~*~
Spike was now two hours away from L.A. Spike wasn't sure if he'd stop and look for Angel. Maybe Angel could help, I mean he's been a vampire with a soul for a lot longer. Would he help? Could he help? What was he going to help with? Well, he'll soon find, he reassured himself. But in the back of his mind, a thought lingered. A thought that he should not have been thinking at this moment of 'crisis', if that is what it was. He thought,
"Now that a soul is bestowed upon me, could she love me?" She, of- course, being Buffy.
~*~
"Hi, my name is Max, are you the Slayer?" a man of no more than 18, or 19 asked forwardly the moment Buffy opened the door.
"Excuse me?" was the answer he got.
"A guy named Willie said this was where you lived." Buffy was dumbstruck for a moment or two, but decided to let the stranger in. After all, she could take care of herself.
Buffy let the stranger in. She just noticed now, but this stranger was quite handsome and HOT. In-fact, he strongly resembled her old friend, Ford. That was an awful time of her life, when she had to stake him. But he was a vamp., which is what he wanted, he even had a little 'wanna be a vampire' club. The stranger, or 'Max' as said, had deep, dark eyes that could penetrate through to Buffy's soul. When they were face to face, that is what Buffy felt they did. His hair was tidy and his face was serious. Quite serious, indeed. He was fairly taller than she, but that was not the detail that Buffy was exactly obsessing over.
"Are you her?" Max said eagerly as soon as he sat down on his seat.
"Why?" Buffy replied.
"We need you-or her," he said sternly.
"We?"
"My friends and I."
"And your friends would be where?"
"Are you the Slayer?" he asked again. Buffy studied Max for a few moments and decided that he truly needed the Slayer honestly.
"Yes, I am her." Max smiled and Buffy noticed that his serious and stern features lightened and softened as he did this. He relaxed a bit. He found the Slayer. Thank God, he found the Slayer.