Title: Twisted Perspectives
Chapter: 4/?
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 Barbara Steele. 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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Spike eyed Buffy suspiciously. "You don't smoke."
"Well, no. Bit hard to when you won't give me a light," Buffy snarked.
"Fine. What do I care if you get cancer?" Spike said, flipping the silver Zippo over his
shoulder. Buffy caught it and paused to light the smoke dangling from between her lips.
After inhaling deeply, she nearly hacked up a lung. The second drag was a bit easier.
Noticing Spike hadn't stopped and was now nearly a half of block ahead of her, she
started walking. As she walked, she turned the lighter over in her fingers. With a shrug
she stuffed it in her pocket and jogged a bit to catch up.
"So what nasty are we looking for?" she asked.
"Um…Giles said it was a Ycormak demon. Basically, big, dumb and icky. I guess they
are usually found in South America or something."
"Oh. What do they look like?"
"Not sure. I'm sure we'll know when we see one."
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Tara and Willow sat at the round table in the Magic Box paging through books. Giles
stood staring at the bookshelf. Despite the fact that all were confused by Spike and
Buffy's actions no one had said anything.
Willow looked up from her book. "Giles, did you ask Spike if he knew why they are
here?"
"He said he hadn't heard."
"Oh…I thought, maybe you know…demon underground and all that. Oh well. Books it
is I guess."
"Did you guys think they were acting kinda um…weird?" Tara asked quietly.
"Yes, I rather thought so," Giles said turning to look at her.
"Do you think we should be worried?" Tara asked.
"Nah. They're probably just hanging around each other too much," Willow explained,
hoping that to be the case.
"Yes. Perhaps we'll have to talk to Buffy later," the watcher said. "I doubt it's anything
too serious."
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After walking through the cemeteries and stopping at Willy's, Spike and Buffy were out
of ideas. They walked down the sidewalk away from the demon bar. Spike sat down on
a bench with a heavy sigh. Buffy lit another cigarette and paced back and forth in front
of him. "Maybe the docks?" Spike offered.
"If they were there, someone at Willy's would have known. Let's just head back to the
shop," Buffy replied, taking a deep pull on her cigarette. "Hey, did you know you can
take a drag and then talk and then exhale the smoke?" To prove her point, she blew a
cloud of smoke with a proud grin.
"Yes, of course I knew that. Been smoking for a very long time," Spike answered with
an eye roll. He stood up and said, "Let's go, I don't fancy spending anymore time doing
this than I have to."
"Fine," Buffy said, hurt flashing in her green eyes.
The two walked mostly in silence back to the Magic Box.
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"Well, I can't find any reason that these demons would be here," a very exhausted
Willow said, closing a book.
"Nothing in here either," Tara said with a yawn.
"No, I do hope Buffy and Spike were more successful with their patrol." Giles rubbed his
eyes.
The bell over the door jangled announcing the pair's return. "Any luck?" Willow asked.
"No. It was really quiet out there tonight. Nothing," Spike explained. Buffy nodded in
agreement.
"We read about these Ycormak demons. They are really strong but not so bright but we
didn't find any reason they would have come here," the red head said.
"You look exhausted. Why don't we call it a night. Buffy and I can patrol again
tomorrow," Spike said looking to the slayer for confirmation. She nodded once in
agreement. "Well, then I'm off."
"Giles, can you take them home? I'm not tired so I'm gonna go make another sweep,"
Buffy asked as she was walking out the door.
"Of course," he answered, but she was already gone.
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'Doesn't want to waste his time with me? He's fuckin' immortal! Not like he's going
anywhere,' Buffy fumed as she walked into The Bronze. She was determined to drive
the thoughts of Spike from her head. She sauntered up to the bar and ordered two shots
of tequila.
Picking up the first shot, she took a deep breath and downed it. Barely avoiding gagging
on the tequila, she lit a cigarette and wondered if she'd even be able to do her second
shot. She glanced over at a group of girls that were obviously fawning over some guy.
Buffy rolled her eyes and muttered, "stupid bints." She shifted to see what they guy
looked like. "Spike." She quickly downed the second shot without even thinking. She
stood up and walked around the girls so they could see her. She walked closer sending
them a murderous glare. All but one took the hint and walked away.
Buffy watched as the short brunette hung all over her vampire. She watched the girl
giggle at what Spike was telling her. When she couldn't take it anymore, Buffy walked
over and put a hand on his leather-clad shoulder. "Spike, I need to talk to you…NOW,"
she said in a quiet but forceful tone.
"Wha'? Can't you see I'm busy?" he asked. Buffy continued to glare at him until he
finally rolled his eyes and muttered an exasperated, "fine." He excused himself and
walked a few steps over to where Buffy stood waiting for him. "Slayer, this better be
important," he growled.
"I just wanted to know where we're meeting tomorrow? Should I come by your crypt
and what time?" Buffy said, trying to cover her jealousy.
"This is what was so important? Sunset and yeah…fine. Now, if you'll excuse me…" he
said turning to leave. "Oh that's just great. She left. Are you happy now?"
Buffy repressed a smile. "Sorry. Uh…come on. I'll buy you a drink." Buffy grabbed
his hand and dragged him to the bar. She ordered a couple of more tequilas. "Anyways,
I thought you were through with the ditzy type."
"She wasn't ditzy. And what would you know about my type?" he asked. "Not like you
have such a stellar history in that department."
"What, I was with Angel for a couple of years. I tried everything to make it work; it's
not my fault he's a poof. You know, I even gave him my own soddin' blood. Would
have given him anything. Let's face it, all he cares about is overly dramatic sacrifices
and how his hair looks." She picked up her shot and tipped it back. "And, if you ask
me…he has stupid hair…it sticks up. But, at least he's not insane like your ex."
"I am so not having this discussion with you."
"Why? Because you're afraid? Spike, I already know all about you. Not that I wouldn't
like to know more," she said, running her eyes down his body and her tongue along her
teeth.
"You're a pig," Spike said sipping at his shot. "Besides, you're the slayer and I'm a
vampire. That would be…just…wrong."
"Don't knock it 'til you try it," Buffy dropped her cigarette into one of the empty shot
glasses and walked away.
Spike shuddered and finished his shot.
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To Be Continued…
Chapter: 4/?
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 Barbara Steele. 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.
******************************************************************
Spike eyed Buffy suspiciously. "You don't smoke."
"Well, no. Bit hard to when you won't give me a light," Buffy snarked.
"Fine. What do I care if you get cancer?" Spike said, flipping the silver Zippo over his
shoulder. Buffy caught it and paused to light the smoke dangling from between her lips.
After inhaling deeply, she nearly hacked up a lung. The second drag was a bit easier.
Noticing Spike hadn't stopped and was now nearly a half of block ahead of her, she
started walking. As she walked, she turned the lighter over in her fingers. With a shrug
she stuffed it in her pocket and jogged a bit to catch up.
"So what nasty are we looking for?" she asked.
"Um…Giles said it was a Ycormak demon. Basically, big, dumb and icky. I guess they
are usually found in South America or something."
"Oh. What do they look like?"
"Not sure. I'm sure we'll know when we see one."
******************************************************************
Tara and Willow sat at the round table in the Magic Box paging through books. Giles
stood staring at the bookshelf. Despite the fact that all were confused by Spike and
Buffy's actions no one had said anything.
Willow looked up from her book. "Giles, did you ask Spike if he knew why they are
here?"
"He said he hadn't heard."
"Oh…I thought, maybe you know…demon underground and all that. Oh well. Books it
is I guess."
"Did you guys think they were acting kinda um…weird?" Tara asked quietly.
"Yes, I rather thought so," Giles said turning to look at her.
"Do you think we should be worried?" Tara asked.
"Nah. They're probably just hanging around each other too much," Willow explained,
hoping that to be the case.
"Yes. Perhaps we'll have to talk to Buffy later," the watcher said. "I doubt it's anything
too serious."
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After walking through the cemeteries and stopping at Willy's, Spike and Buffy were out
of ideas. They walked down the sidewalk away from the demon bar. Spike sat down on
a bench with a heavy sigh. Buffy lit another cigarette and paced back and forth in front
of him. "Maybe the docks?" Spike offered.
"If they were there, someone at Willy's would have known. Let's just head back to the
shop," Buffy replied, taking a deep pull on her cigarette. "Hey, did you know you can
take a drag and then talk and then exhale the smoke?" To prove her point, she blew a
cloud of smoke with a proud grin.
"Yes, of course I knew that. Been smoking for a very long time," Spike answered with
an eye roll. He stood up and said, "Let's go, I don't fancy spending anymore time doing
this than I have to."
"Fine," Buffy said, hurt flashing in her green eyes.
The two walked mostly in silence back to the Magic Box.
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"Well, I can't find any reason that these demons would be here," a very exhausted
Willow said, closing a book.
"Nothing in here either," Tara said with a yawn.
"No, I do hope Buffy and Spike were more successful with their patrol." Giles rubbed his
eyes.
The bell over the door jangled announcing the pair's return. "Any luck?" Willow asked.
"No. It was really quiet out there tonight. Nothing," Spike explained. Buffy nodded in
agreement.
"We read about these Ycormak demons. They are really strong but not so bright but we
didn't find any reason they would have come here," the red head said.
"You look exhausted. Why don't we call it a night. Buffy and I can patrol again
tomorrow," Spike said looking to the slayer for confirmation. She nodded once in
agreement. "Well, then I'm off."
"Giles, can you take them home? I'm not tired so I'm gonna go make another sweep,"
Buffy asked as she was walking out the door.
"Of course," he answered, but she was already gone.
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'Doesn't want to waste his time with me? He's fuckin' immortal! Not like he's going
anywhere,' Buffy fumed as she walked into The Bronze. She was determined to drive
the thoughts of Spike from her head. She sauntered up to the bar and ordered two shots
of tequila.
Picking up the first shot, she took a deep breath and downed it. Barely avoiding gagging
on the tequila, she lit a cigarette and wondered if she'd even be able to do her second
shot. She glanced over at a group of girls that were obviously fawning over some guy.
Buffy rolled her eyes and muttered, "stupid bints." She shifted to see what they guy
looked like. "Spike." She quickly downed the second shot without even thinking. She
stood up and walked around the girls so they could see her. She walked closer sending
them a murderous glare. All but one took the hint and walked away.
Buffy watched as the short brunette hung all over her vampire. She watched the girl
giggle at what Spike was telling her. When she couldn't take it anymore, Buffy walked
over and put a hand on his leather-clad shoulder. "Spike, I need to talk to you…NOW,"
she said in a quiet but forceful tone.
"Wha'? Can't you see I'm busy?" he asked. Buffy continued to glare at him until he
finally rolled his eyes and muttered an exasperated, "fine." He excused himself and
walked a few steps over to where Buffy stood waiting for him. "Slayer, this better be
important," he growled.
"I just wanted to know where we're meeting tomorrow? Should I come by your crypt
and what time?" Buffy said, trying to cover her jealousy.
"This is what was so important? Sunset and yeah…fine. Now, if you'll excuse me…" he
said turning to leave. "Oh that's just great. She left. Are you happy now?"
Buffy repressed a smile. "Sorry. Uh…come on. I'll buy you a drink." Buffy grabbed
his hand and dragged him to the bar. She ordered a couple of more tequilas. "Anyways,
I thought you were through with the ditzy type."
"She wasn't ditzy. And what would you know about my type?" he asked. "Not like you
have such a stellar history in that department."
"What, I was with Angel for a couple of years. I tried everything to make it work; it's
not my fault he's a poof. You know, I even gave him my own soddin' blood. Would
have given him anything. Let's face it, all he cares about is overly dramatic sacrifices
and how his hair looks." She picked up her shot and tipped it back. "And, if you ask
me…he has stupid hair…it sticks up. But, at least he's not insane like your ex."
"I am so not having this discussion with you."
"Why? Because you're afraid? Spike, I already know all about you. Not that I wouldn't
like to know more," she said, running her eyes down his body and her tongue along her
teeth.
"You're a pig," Spike said sipping at his shot. "Besides, you're the slayer and I'm a
vampire. That would be…just…wrong."
"Don't knock it 'til you try it," Buffy dropped her cigarette into one of the empty shot
glasses and walked away.
Spike shuddered and finished his shot.
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To Be Continued…