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).
"So, what do you need me for? I mean, let's not beat around the bush, what's up?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"My girl. Liz, my wife," Buffy cringed, she had just been jocking on a married man, "she got kidnapped, about two weeks ago, we were looking for her, and Michael found her.but he got 'kidnapped' as well. Isabelle and I barely escaped." Max had such a sad face that Buffy wanted to cry.
"What can I do?"
"She was kidnapped in L.A. and we've been asking around, they told us of the myth, your myth. Only you can help. You see, when Michael got, you know, we heard that thing say something about a slayer and the-"
"Destruction of the world?" Buffy finished. Max nodded.
"And we don't know what to do, please Buffy," he took her hand in his, "help me. Help us, please." His soul penetrating eyes seemed to strike a chord with Buffy. She nodded solemnly. As the two peered into one anothers' eyes, Dawn walked in through the door with a teenage boy.
~*~
Spike looked at Wesley in shock.
"What?! You're supposed to be one of the good guys, please," Spike was crying now, "I know that you hate vampires, and Spike, was an awfully bad vamp., but I am not him, please." Wesley turned around. His face was asking 'what?'. " I have a soul." Wesley, for the second time, dropped his groceries on the ground.
~*~
Wesley and Spike sat down at the end of the alley, there, someone threw out an old couch. Wesley had been silent for almost 20 minutes. He chuckled to himself suddenly.
"Great. You and Angel can start a bloody club." His face was as serious as a tornado in Kansas. "So, what do you need Angel for?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to do with myself." Again, a tear fell from his tortured eyes.
"Oh, stop crying, what a wimp."
"I'm so sorry," Spike said rubbing his eyes, "I did not mean to cry."
"Spike," Wesley started but was cut off,
"It's William, please." Spike, er, William said. Wesley looked at him. He raised an eye brow,
"William? William."
*Note: Well, how did you like that chapter? Short, I suppose, but just wait! Next chapter will be a lot longer. Any guesses on the pairings? Who do you like as a couple? Mind you, I don't say because that'd take away half the fun.oh, and a warning, this is a LONG fanfic and also you might see a few Unfamiliar faces in the mix.and a few FAMILIAR ones as well.
"So, what do you need me for? I mean, let's not beat around the bush, what's up?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"My girl. Liz, my wife," Buffy cringed, she had just been jocking on a married man, "she got kidnapped, about two weeks ago, we were looking for her, and Michael found her.but he got 'kidnapped' as well. Isabelle and I barely escaped." Max had such a sad face that Buffy wanted to cry.
"What can I do?"
"She was kidnapped in L.A. and we've been asking around, they told us of the myth, your myth. Only you can help. You see, when Michael got, you know, we heard that thing say something about a slayer and the-"
"Destruction of the world?" Buffy finished. Max nodded.
"And we don't know what to do, please Buffy," he took her hand in his, "help me. Help us, please." His soul penetrating eyes seemed to strike a chord with Buffy. She nodded solemnly. As the two peered into one anothers' eyes, Dawn walked in through the door with a teenage boy.
~*~
Spike looked at Wesley in shock.
"What?! You're supposed to be one of the good guys, please," Spike was crying now, "I know that you hate vampires, and Spike, was an awfully bad vamp., but I am not him, please." Wesley turned around. His face was asking 'what?'. " I have a soul." Wesley, for the second time, dropped his groceries on the ground.
~*~
Wesley and Spike sat down at the end of the alley, there, someone threw out an old couch. Wesley had been silent for almost 20 minutes. He chuckled to himself suddenly.
"Great. You and Angel can start a bloody club." His face was as serious as a tornado in Kansas. "So, what do you need Angel for?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to do with myself." Again, a tear fell from his tortured eyes.
"Oh, stop crying, what a wimp."
"I'm so sorry," Spike said rubbing his eyes, "I did not mean to cry."
"Spike," Wesley started but was cut off,
"It's William, please." Spike, er, William said. Wesley looked at him. He raised an eye brow,
"William? William."
*Note: Well, how did you like that chapter? Short, I suppose, but just wait! Next chapter will be a lot longer. Any guesses on the pairings? Who do you like as a couple? Mind you, I don't say because that'd take away half the fun.oh, and a warning, this is a LONG fanfic and also you might see a few Unfamiliar faces in the mix.and a few FAMILIAR ones as well.