Title: Twisted Perspectives
Chapter: 3/?
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: Mezzibelle, Wisconsin Square and Snow White. A
nod to all those who gave this story a quick 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 can tell you how to receive updates.
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Buffy woke with a start as her alarm clock went off. Still half asleep she muttered,
"bloody hell," and slapped the off button. She sat up and yelled, "Dawn? Dawn, you
up?"
"Yeah, I'm up and ready," the teen screeched back from downstairs.
Buffy got up and stumbled across the bedroom, mumbling a string of obscenities. She
yanked the window shade down so hard it threatened to fall off the wall. As she made
her way back to bed, she glanced in the mirror. With a shrug, she noticed she'd neglected
to put on her pajamas. She was naked, but comfortable.
She slid back into bed with a growl and promptly fell back to sleep.
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Spike awoke early. He lay in bed, but he couldn't sleep. 'Stands to reason,' he thought
with a sigh, 'did sleep all night.' He pulled the sheets tightly around his nude form.
Without letting them drop, he slid his legs into his pants. Pulling them up, he let the
covers fall back onto his bed. He opened a drawer and pulled out a white shirt.
Once he was fully dressed, he climbed up the ladder to his main floor. He crossed the
room, running his fingers through his messy locks, trying to coax them into lying flat. As
he passed, he turned on the television. He continued over to the corner he kept his food
stashed in. He opened the door of his mini-fridge and was disappointed. Blood and a
bottle of water were his only two options. He had a craving for strawberry non-fat
yogurt; he'd hoped maybe Dawn had left some on one of her visits. With a frown he
pulled out a bottle of blood. He dumped some blood into a mug and heated it up.
As he waited for the microwave to finish, he looked through his other food. He spotted a
bag of cereal left by the younger Summers. He took out his mug and dumped some
cereal in. He grabbed a spoon and settled into the chair in front of the TV.
He flipped through the channels unsure what to watch. Spooning blood and cheerios into
his mouth, he quickly lost himself in The View. During a commercial, his mind started
to wander. 'Really should drop off some money at the cable company. I am, after all,
using their service. Wonder how much would be appropriate?'
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A knock on Buffy's door stirred her from a dreamless sleep. "What?" she asked,
thoroughly annoyed at the disturbance.
"Um…Buffy? I just wanted to know if I can go to Janice's? We are gonna study and
stuff. I'll be home by 8."
"Yeah, but you better go there and stay there this time or I'll rip your lungs out," Buffy
answered.
"Yeah, ok. Um…I'll see ya later then. Bye," Dawn said with a nervous giggle before
retreating back down the steps.
Buffy rolled over and cracked open one eye to check the clock. "I slept all day. Huh,"
she said, getting out of bed. She opened the door, grabbing her bathrobe as an
afterthought.
After a quick shower, she brushed her teeth and headed back to her room. She threw on a
dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans. As she buttoned the fly, she noticed she'd forgotten to put
on underwear. 'Who cares?' she thought, turning on the stereo.
She switched from station to station cursing the crap that passes for music. She finally
heard something that suited her. With a flick of her wrist, it was loud enough to rattle the
windows.
The song was familiar but she couldn't place from where. She bobbed her head in time
with the driving beat. She made a mental note to find out who the band was and get the
album.
By the end of the song, she was singing along as she brushed hair. "I…..wanna
be..uh..anarchy," she howled at the top of her lungs. She was horribly out of tune but
didn't care. She was relieved when another great song followed. Soon she was singing
along with that one too. "Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go…I wanna be sedated.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go-o. I wanna be sedated." Another album she knew she just
had to have, even if she didn't have the money. With a giggle she wondered how good
the security at the mall really was.
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Willow and Tara walked in the front door and shot each other a confused look. Neither
could imagine who was playing such loud music. Willow shrugged and walked upstairs.
She could tell the noise was coming from behind Buffy's door. She started to knock, but
realized there was no way she'd be heard. She slowly opened the door and her jaw
dropped.
Buffy was sprawled on the bed reading. Willow walked over and turned down the stereo.
"Hey!" Buffy said, irritated.
"Buffy….wow, you're reading?" Willow asked, pleased that her friend had finally taken
up something nearing academics. She couldn't see exactly what Buffy was reading, but it
looked like one of the books from the collection of classics that Joyce kept around.
Buffy rolled her eyes and said, "Well, yeah. I can read, you know."
Willow was a bit shocked by the sarcastic remark. She started speed-chatting, hoping to
cover her surprise. "Uh…I ran into Giles. He's been looking for you all day. Well, not
so much looking but calling and stuff. He said he needs to, um, you know talk to
you…like now."
"Guess I didn't hear the phone. I'll run over there in a bit…just wanna finish this page."
"He said it was a dire situation," Willow replied making quotation marks with her
fingers.
"Figures. Fine, I'll go now," Buffy muttered with a sigh, tossing her book on the floor.
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Spike sprinted from the last rays of the sun through the doors of the Magic Box with a
blanket over his head. He hurriedly patted himself down, checking for flames.
"Spike, I do wish you'd use the tunnels. Especially during business hours," Giles said.
"Sorry, Giles. I wasn't thinking," Spike replied. He folded up his blanket as he walked
over to the table. He sat down and said, "So, what's up?"
"Er…I was hoping you could tell me. Last night, Xander and Anya ran into a pack of
Ycormak demons. They are typically found in South and Central America. Do you have
any idea what has prompted their gathering here?"
"Uh…a demon convention in beautiful downtown Sunnydale?" Spike chuckled. "No, I
don't know."
"Spike, are you feeling well?" Giles asked eyeing the vampire suspiciously.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You seem to be acting…well…rather odd. You're…"
Giles was interrupted by Buffy entering, trailed by Willow and Tara.
"So, what's the problem, watcher?" Buffy asked.
"Well…"
"No big, Giles. I'll explain it to the slayer. She and I will patrol and you guys start
making with the research." Spike stood and glanced out the window. "It's dark. Let's
go," he said to Buffy.
"Yes, I suppose that's a good plan," Giles said, obviously distracted.
Spike walked towards the door and Buffy followed. "Who's staying with Dawn?" he
asked over his shoulder.
"Anya and the whelp."
"He does have a name, you know," Spike said once they were outside.
"Yeah, yeah…I know." Buffy replied while fumbling in her pocket. She pulled out a
cigarette from a crumpled pack. "Got a light?"
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To Be Continued…
Chapter: 3/?
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: Mezzibelle, Wisconsin Square and Snow White. A
nod to all those who gave this story a quick 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 can tell you how to receive updates.
******************************************************************
Buffy woke with a start as her alarm clock went off. Still half asleep she muttered,
"bloody hell," and slapped the off button. She sat up and yelled, "Dawn? Dawn, you
up?"
"Yeah, I'm up and ready," the teen screeched back from downstairs.
Buffy got up and stumbled across the bedroom, mumbling a string of obscenities. She
yanked the window shade down so hard it threatened to fall off the wall. As she made
her way back to bed, she glanced in the mirror. With a shrug, she noticed she'd neglected
to put on her pajamas. She was naked, but comfortable.
She slid back into bed with a growl and promptly fell back to sleep.
*******************************************************************
Spike awoke early. He lay in bed, but he couldn't sleep. 'Stands to reason,' he thought
with a sigh, 'did sleep all night.' He pulled the sheets tightly around his nude form.
Without letting them drop, he slid his legs into his pants. Pulling them up, he let the
covers fall back onto his bed. He opened a drawer and pulled out a white shirt.
Once he was fully dressed, he climbed up the ladder to his main floor. He crossed the
room, running his fingers through his messy locks, trying to coax them into lying flat. As
he passed, he turned on the television. He continued over to the corner he kept his food
stashed in. He opened the door of his mini-fridge and was disappointed. Blood and a
bottle of water were his only two options. He had a craving for strawberry non-fat
yogurt; he'd hoped maybe Dawn had left some on one of her visits. With a frown he
pulled out a bottle of blood. He dumped some blood into a mug and heated it up.
As he waited for the microwave to finish, he looked through his other food. He spotted a
bag of cereal left by the younger Summers. He took out his mug and dumped some
cereal in. He grabbed a spoon and settled into the chair in front of the TV.
He flipped through the channels unsure what to watch. Spooning blood and cheerios into
his mouth, he quickly lost himself in The View. During a commercial, his mind started
to wander. 'Really should drop off some money at the cable company. I am, after all,
using their service. Wonder how much would be appropriate?'
******************************************************************
A knock on Buffy's door stirred her from a dreamless sleep. "What?" she asked,
thoroughly annoyed at the disturbance.
"Um…Buffy? I just wanted to know if I can go to Janice's? We are gonna study and
stuff. I'll be home by 8."
"Yeah, but you better go there and stay there this time or I'll rip your lungs out," Buffy
answered.
"Yeah, ok. Um…I'll see ya later then. Bye," Dawn said with a nervous giggle before
retreating back down the steps.
Buffy rolled over and cracked open one eye to check the clock. "I slept all day. Huh,"
she said, getting out of bed. She opened the door, grabbing her bathrobe as an
afterthought.
After a quick shower, she brushed her teeth and headed back to her room. She threw on a
dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans. As she buttoned the fly, she noticed she'd forgotten to put
on underwear. 'Who cares?' she thought, turning on the stereo.
She switched from station to station cursing the crap that passes for music. She finally
heard something that suited her. With a flick of her wrist, it was loud enough to rattle the
windows.
The song was familiar but she couldn't place from where. She bobbed her head in time
with the driving beat. She made a mental note to find out who the band was and get the
album.
By the end of the song, she was singing along as she brushed hair. "I…..wanna
be..uh..anarchy," she howled at the top of her lungs. She was horribly out of tune but
didn't care. She was relieved when another great song followed. Soon she was singing
along with that one too. "Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go…I wanna be sedated.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go-o. I wanna be sedated." Another album she knew she just
had to have, even if she didn't have the money. With a giggle she wondered how good
the security at the mall really was.
******************************************************************
Willow and Tara walked in the front door and shot each other a confused look. Neither
could imagine who was playing such loud music. Willow shrugged and walked upstairs.
She could tell the noise was coming from behind Buffy's door. She started to knock, but
realized there was no way she'd be heard. She slowly opened the door and her jaw
dropped.
Buffy was sprawled on the bed reading. Willow walked over and turned down the stereo.
"Hey!" Buffy said, irritated.
"Buffy….wow, you're reading?" Willow asked, pleased that her friend had finally taken
up something nearing academics. She couldn't see exactly what Buffy was reading, but it
looked like one of the books from the collection of classics that Joyce kept around.
Buffy rolled her eyes and said, "Well, yeah. I can read, you know."
Willow was a bit shocked by the sarcastic remark. She started speed-chatting, hoping to
cover her surprise. "Uh…I ran into Giles. He's been looking for you all day. Well, not
so much looking but calling and stuff. He said he needs to, um, you know talk to
you…like now."
"Guess I didn't hear the phone. I'll run over there in a bit…just wanna finish this page."
"He said it was a dire situation," Willow replied making quotation marks with her
fingers.
"Figures. Fine, I'll go now," Buffy muttered with a sigh, tossing her book on the floor.
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Spike sprinted from the last rays of the sun through the doors of the Magic Box with a
blanket over his head. He hurriedly patted himself down, checking for flames.
"Spike, I do wish you'd use the tunnels. Especially during business hours," Giles said.
"Sorry, Giles. I wasn't thinking," Spike replied. He folded up his blanket as he walked
over to the table. He sat down and said, "So, what's up?"
"Er…I was hoping you could tell me. Last night, Xander and Anya ran into a pack of
Ycormak demons. They are typically found in South and Central America. Do you have
any idea what has prompted their gathering here?"
"Uh…a demon convention in beautiful downtown Sunnydale?" Spike chuckled. "No, I
don't know."
"Spike, are you feeling well?" Giles asked eyeing the vampire suspiciously.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You seem to be acting…well…rather odd. You're…"
Giles was interrupted by Buffy entering, trailed by Willow and Tara.
"So, what's the problem, watcher?" Buffy asked.
"Well…"
"No big, Giles. I'll explain it to the slayer. She and I will patrol and you guys start
making with the research." Spike stood and glanced out the window. "It's dark. Let's
go," he said to Buffy.
"Yes, I suppose that's a good plan," Giles said, obviously distracted.
Spike walked towards the door and Buffy followed. "Who's staying with Dawn?" he
asked over his shoulder.
"Anya and the whelp."
"He does have a name, you know," Spike said once they were outside.
"Yeah, yeah…I know." Buffy replied while fumbling in her pocket. She pulled out a
cigarette from a crumpled pack. "Got a light?"
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To Be Continued…