Title: Twisted Perspectives
Chapter: 2/?
Author: SpikesPet
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Author Archive: http://spikespet.tvheaven.com
Feedback: Fuels the writing machine.
Distribution: No big…just let me know where.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas: Mezz, Snow White, and Wisconsin Square. A nod to
all those who gave this story the once over…you all know who you are.
Notes2: I don't know exactly how much of this story will be able to be posted to this site.
It all depends on the turns the story takes. Should the rating go above what is
allowed…contact me and I'll tell you how to receive updates.
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Buffy didn't stop running until she was safely inside her house.
"Dawn?" she yelled before remembering her sister was staying at a friends house for the
evening. Buffy walked into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of water from the
refrigerator. She snorted with apathy at the bottle and replaced it. Rummaging through
the cupboards she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
'Much better than water….need to calm down,' she reasoned. Foregoing a glass, she
opened the bottle and took a quick sip. 'Doesn't even burn much,' she thought just
before she began coughing. True to its promise, she could feel the dark liquid burning a
path down her insides and with it, taking away the anxiety left over from her strange run
in with a certain blonde vampire. She took a deeper swig, marveling at the sensations it
brought.
"Buffy?" a shrill voice asked, causing her to nearly drop the bottle. "What are you
doing?"
"Um…" Buffy struggled for an answer. In truth, she didn't know; it just felt like the
thing to do. "I was...just…um…trying something new." She tried to add credibility to
her lame excuse with a smile. Judging from the pensive look on Willow's face, it hadn't
worked.
"You do remember what happened the last time you…tried something new, right?"
Willow asked clearly not amused. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, casting looks
of confusion and concern at her friend.
The looks made Buffy shift uncomfortably. She recapped the liquor and stuffed it into a
cupboard. "Don't worry, Wil. It was just an experiment and it was pretty icky.
Nope…won't be doing that again soon." She silently wondered if Willow could see
through her blatant lie. "I'm going to go patrol," she said brushing past the witch.
"Are you sure your…not…well, drunk?" Willow asked cautiously. "I mean, you can't be
at your best."
"I'm fine. Really," she answered reassuringly. "I'm just feeling up for a spot of
violence." Buffy did a quick stake check and started out the door. She paused to say,
"night, Red."
Willow starred at the closed door. 'Red? Ok, maybe a little too much time with Spike,'
she thought with a giggle. 'Bet she didn't even know she used a Spike-ism.'
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Buffy stalked around the cemetery in search of something to kill. She released a
frustrated sigh. The fine hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood at attention; a
vampire was coming her way. " 'bout time," she muttered.
When he came into view it was clear he was just a fledgling. Buffy rolled her eyes at the
lack of a challenge. She shoved the stake she was holding into her pocket, deciding on
hand-to-hand combat. At least it would take a little longer.
The slayer stood her ground letting the vampire come to her. As he approached, he
shifted into gameface. He lunged for her. She swiftly ducked his grasp and planted her
foot into his stomach. It knocked him back but he quickly recovered and swung at her.
Buffy caught his fist an inch from her face. She squeezed it until she heard a few
sickening popping sounds. She grinned sadistically at the vamp before releasing his
broken hand.
"Fuck! You'll pay for that bitch!" he sneered at her.
"I dare you to try, stupid wanker," she replied. Before the words left her lips, she was
already trying to stop them. 'Wanker? WANKER? What the hell…since when do I…'
A sharp blow to the head interrupted her mental rant. She stumbled back a few steps
before regaining herself. She looked up at him slowly, a wide, maniacal grin breaking
across her face, her eyes burning with murderous intent. The vampire started to back up,
then turned and began to run. She sprung at him the way a lion throws itself at a
gazelle—full of deadly grace. She grabbed his head and twisted as she landed. A loud
crack rang through the crisp night air. The vampire gasped before becoming a pile of
ash.
Buffy brushed herself off. With a smirk she said, "pathetic when they don't even know
who I am." She walked away, stuffing her hands into her pocket. Her entire body was
humming with adrenaline left over from the fight.
She walked a bit and stopped outside of Spike's crypt. She considered knocking, seeing
if he knew of a vamps nest or something. She fidgeted about trying to decide. Her hands
roamed over the contents of her pockets. She wasn't looking for anything in particular
just something to occupy her. Her hands brushed something wrapped in cellophane.
She pulled it out. Spikes cigarettes. 'Musta grabbed them when I left the Bronze. Really
should knock to return them. Maybe if I keep them, he'll come looking for me.' Buffy
smiled as she turned the pack over in her fingers. Shrugging, she stuffed them back into
her pocket and started home. Buffy stopped abruptly. 'I so don't want him to look for
me! What am I thinking? Must be the liquor…messing with my brain.' Shaking her
head, she started walking home.
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Spike sat in front of the television completely transfixed. He knew the story and what
was going to happen, but he couldn't stop watching. He had to force back a sob as Jack's
lifeless body slip under the water of the frigid Atlantic. Drawing in a deep breath, he
turned off the tape. He needed a smoke to clear his head of the movie. He dug through
the pockets of his duster to no avail. Frustrated, he threw the coat over his shoulders and
shoved his arms into the sleeves. Grabbing a stake, he headed out the door.
He walked to the nearest gas station and looked around. As usual the place was empty at
this time of night. Most residents of Sunnydale knew better than to be out. The girl
behind the counter looked stoned. 'Should be easy pickings,' he thought as he walked up
and down the aisles of the small store. He grabbed a carton of Ben and Jerry's and
walked to the counter by the cigarettes. He picked up a box of Marlboro Reds. The
cashier had her back turned, reading a tabloid. He cleared his throat and she turned
around. Spike took some crumpled money from his pocket and set it on the counter.
Spike walked home cursing silently about the exorbitant prices of his purchases. He
wondered why he bothered to pay but shrugged it off as a one-time thing.
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To be continued...
Chapter: 2/?
Author: SpikesPet
E-mail: spikes_pet@ameritech.net
Author Archive: http://spikespet.tvheaven.com
Feedback: Fuels the writing machine.
Distribution: No big…just let me know where.
Notes: Many thanks to my betas: Mezz, Snow White, and Wisconsin Square. A nod to
all those who gave this story the once over…you all know who you are.
Notes2: I don't know exactly how much of this story will be able to be posted to this site.
It all depends on the turns the story takes. Should the rating go above what is
allowed…contact me and I'll tell you how to receive updates.
*******************************************************************
Buffy didn't stop running until she was safely inside her house.
"Dawn?" she yelled before remembering her sister was staying at a friends house for the
evening. Buffy walked into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of water from the
refrigerator. She snorted with apathy at the bottle and replaced it. Rummaging through
the cupboards she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
'Much better than water….need to calm down,' she reasoned. Foregoing a glass, she
opened the bottle and took a quick sip. 'Doesn't even burn much,' she thought just
before she began coughing. True to its promise, she could feel the dark liquid burning a
path down her insides and with it, taking away the anxiety left over from her strange run
in with a certain blonde vampire. She took a deeper swig, marveling at the sensations it
brought.
"Buffy?" a shrill voice asked, causing her to nearly drop the bottle. "What are you
doing?"
"Um…" Buffy struggled for an answer. In truth, she didn't know; it just felt like the
thing to do. "I was...just…um…trying something new." She tried to add credibility to
her lame excuse with a smile. Judging from the pensive look on Willow's face, it hadn't
worked.
"You do remember what happened the last time you…tried something new, right?"
Willow asked clearly not amused. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, casting looks
of confusion and concern at her friend.
The looks made Buffy shift uncomfortably. She recapped the liquor and stuffed it into a
cupboard. "Don't worry, Wil. It was just an experiment and it was pretty icky.
Nope…won't be doing that again soon." She silently wondered if Willow could see
through her blatant lie. "I'm going to go patrol," she said brushing past the witch.
"Are you sure your…not…well, drunk?" Willow asked cautiously. "I mean, you can't be
at your best."
"I'm fine. Really," she answered reassuringly. "I'm just feeling up for a spot of
violence." Buffy did a quick stake check and started out the door. She paused to say,
"night, Red."
Willow starred at the closed door. 'Red? Ok, maybe a little too much time with Spike,'
she thought with a giggle. 'Bet she didn't even know she used a Spike-ism.'
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Buffy stalked around the cemetery in search of something to kill. She released a
frustrated sigh. The fine hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood at attention; a
vampire was coming her way. " 'bout time," she muttered.
When he came into view it was clear he was just a fledgling. Buffy rolled her eyes at the
lack of a challenge. She shoved the stake she was holding into her pocket, deciding on
hand-to-hand combat. At least it would take a little longer.
The slayer stood her ground letting the vampire come to her. As he approached, he
shifted into gameface. He lunged for her. She swiftly ducked his grasp and planted her
foot into his stomach. It knocked him back but he quickly recovered and swung at her.
Buffy caught his fist an inch from her face. She squeezed it until she heard a few
sickening popping sounds. She grinned sadistically at the vamp before releasing his
broken hand.
"Fuck! You'll pay for that bitch!" he sneered at her.
"I dare you to try, stupid wanker," she replied. Before the words left her lips, she was
already trying to stop them. 'Wanker? WANKER? What the hell…since when do I…'
A sharp blow to the head interrupted her mental rant. She stumbled back a few steps
before regaining herself. She looked up at him slowly, a wide, maniacal grin breaking
across her face, her eyes burning with murderous intent. The vampire started to back up,
then turned and began to run. She sprung at him the way a lion throws itself at a
gazelle—full of deadly grace. She grabbed his head and twisted as she landed. A loud
crack rang through the crisp night air. The vampire gasped before becoming a pile of
ash.
Buffy brushed herself off. With a smirk she said, "pathetic when they don't even know
who I am." She walked away, stuffing her hands into her pocket. Her entire body was
humming with adrenaline left over from the fight.
She walked a bit and stopped outside of Spike's crypt. She considered knocking, seeing
if he knew of a vamps nest or something. She fidgeted about trying to decide. Her hands
roamed over the contents of her pockets. She wasn't looking for anything in particular
just something to occupy her. Her hands brushed something wrapped in cellophane.
She pulled it out. Spikes cigarettes. 'Musta grabbed them when I left the Bronze. Really
should knock to return them. Maybe if I keep them, he'll come looking for me.' Buffy
smiled as she turned the pack over in her fingers. Shrugging, she stuffed them back into
her pocket and started home. Buffy stopped abruptly. 'I so don't want him to look for
me! What am I thinking? Must be the liquor…messing with my brain.' Shaking her
head, she started walking home.
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Spike sat in front of the television completely transfixed. He knew the story and what
was going to happen, but he couldn't stop watching. He had to force back a sob as Jack's
lifeless body slip under the water of the frigid Atlantic. Drawing in a deep breath, he
turned off the tape. He needed a smoke to clear his head of the movie. He dug through
the pockets of his duster to no avail. Frustrated, he threw the coat over his shoulders and
shoved his arms into the sleeves. Grabbing a stake, he headed out the door.
He walked to the nearest gas station and looked around. As usual the place was empty at
this time of night. Most residents of Sunnydale knew better than to be out. The girl
behind the counter looked stoned. 'Should be easy pickings,' he thought as he walked up
and down the aisles of the small store. He grabbed a carton of Ben and Jerry's and
walked to the counter by the cigarettes. He picked up a box of Marlboro Reds. The
cashier had her back turned, reading a tabloid. He cleared his throat and she turned
around. Spike took some crumpled money from his pocket and set it on the counter.
Spike walked home cursing silently about the exorbitant prices of his purchases. He
wondered why he bothered to pay but shrugged it off as a one-time thing.
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To be continued...