Started: November 6, 2002
Finished: November 7, 2002
Last Episode Seen Before Writing: Lineage
Pairing: slight Buffy/Spike, if you tilt your head to the side, squint, and concentrate
Rating: PG-13
Category: Xover with Buffy
Spoilers: SV: Xray
BtVS: Hells' Bells, Seeing Red, Lessons, Beneath You
Summary: Spike retreats to Smallville to escape 'the voices.' While the Smallville gang is trying to figure out who he is, the Buffy gang is trying to get him back
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters form Smallville or Buffy. Though, the world would be a better place if I did. (And who says money doesn't buy happiness? Lol.)
Author's Note: This is my first Xover, not to mention my very first Buffy fic ever. Be gentle in your judgment! ;) I also want to send all my thanks to Nicky. Without her help…and answering of a million Spike questions…I never would have been able to pull this off! Nicky, you're the greatest!
Escape
Chapter 1-Smallville
Lana was crouching by her parent's graves when she heard a voice. She stood quickly, twirling to find the sound.
"I come here. But does it help?" the voice laughs humorlessly. "No. Of course not. I can't escape them. I can never escape them."
"Who- Who's there?" Lana asked, her eyes searching the woods.
A figure rose quickly from where it was squatting on the ground. It whirled to face her.
Lana gasped, scurrying back quickly. She tripped over her parent's grave and fell backwards, jamming her wrist on the cold earth.
The figure was a man. At least it looked like a man. He had blond, almost curly, gelled hair, and was wearing a long, black, leather duster jacket. His face was what betrayed him. It was almost evil. His eyes were sunken in. He had a protruding forehead and cheekbones. There was blood smeared around his mouth.
"Who are you?" Lana asked, her heart beating wildly. She crawled backwards until her back was against the headstone.
The man wiped his mouth, moving into a patch of moonlight. He seemed to study Lana for a moment. "Don't you know it's dangerous to be in a graveyard at night?" he almost sneered.
Lana used the headstone to pull herself up, not taking her eyes off of the man. "What are you going to do to me?"
The man's face morphed before Lana's eyes. Now he looked human. "I'm not going to hurt you, nymph," the man said, an amused smirk taking over his face.
Lana didn't relax at his words. She turned when she heard a twig snap. When she turned back the man was gone. Lana looked around for him and saw something shining in the moonlight near where the man had been standing.
She walked over to it, then grimaced. It was a jar. The inside was covered in what looked like blood. There was still some in the bottom of the tipped over jar.