Summary: This is an AU. Buffy has an older sister named Stacy. When Spike
moves to town, Stacy sees him as her knight in shining armor. But when he
falls for the younger Buffy, there's going to be hell in the Summers' home.
Stacy hatches a plan to win Spike back and get rid of her sister...for
good.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Stacy and Cordelia were already off campus by the time the last bell rang. Actually they cut out of P.E. early and were already half way across town by the time everyone else was just getting to their lockers.
Cordelia's car turned the corner onto Main Street. "So where exactly are we going?" Cordy asked.
"The Sunnydale Magick Shoppe." Stacy said looking down at the small ad she had clipped from the daily paper. "I got a few things I need to pick up."
"What could you possibly need there? Why not the mall? I hear April Fools is having a big sale." Cordelia said as she pulled into a tight parking place.
"Maybe later." Stacy said as she opened the passenger door and climbed out. "This is important."
The Magick Shoppe wasn't what Stacy had imagined it would be. She was thinking dusty old books and jars full of weird items that couldn't be categorized by a normal person. And she was right, well half right. There were books, endless shelves of books, but they weren't all old and dusty. There were a few of them, but the majority of the books were new. And there were jars of things that Stacy didn't even want to imagine what they were. All in all, it was a pretty modern place with, hardwood floors, and glass cases and a computer on the main counter.
A man in dark pants and a dress shirt was standing behind the counter reading over a paper of some sort. He looked up from the paper, finally noticing the girls standing there.
"Oh hello there." The man said setting the paper down and coming out from behind the counter. "Can I help you girls with something?"
"Yea actually you can." Stacy moved towards the man, leaving Cordelia to explore the shop. "I need a spell to make someone disappear. To make them go away and no one would remember them. Can you help me?"
The shopkeeper looked at the girl stunned. Most teens came into the shop looking for a simple love potion or just some incense. He never expected to hear such a request. "I don't know." He said thoughtfully. "That's some pretty dark magic. If you're not acquainted with the black arts, it could be quite dangerous."
Stacy reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Can you help me?" she said more slowly, waving the cash in front of the man.
The shopkeeper was a greedy man. Sure he cared about the people, but if someone was offering him more money than the supplies were worth, he wasn't going to turn them down. He knew deep down that in the end this would all backfire on him, but he truly didn't care.
"Come with me." He said quietly, waving for Stacy to follow him.
She followed close behind the man as he led her up a pair of stairs and onto a loft. Up there were a few books, these ones dusty and old.
"This is my private collection." The shopkeeper said. "I don't normally allow customers up here, but you have persuaded me." The man made his way over to one of the bookshelves and picked out a rather large book. "Here. I believe this is the book you are looking for."
He led her back down the steps and to the table that sat in the middle of the floor. He began flipping through the yellow, age-stained, pages. "Ah here it is." He said pushing the book towards Stacy. "It's called a Temporal Fold. It creates a doorway into another dimension through which you can enter. But the doorway only lasts a few minutes so you must be quick. Once the door is close only the one who originally opened it can reopen the door."
Stacy looked over the words in front of her. They weren't in English that much was for sure. They didn't resemble any language that Stacy had ever studied before either.
"The spell is pretty simple." He said. "But it requires a great deal of meditation. You must be completely centered to properly perform the spell. You'll be needing quite a few things too."
He made his was to one of the shelves and grabbed a few jars. Then he walked back behind the counter and grabbed a few other items, rang them up with the computer, and stuck them in a bag. He walked back to the table with a questioning look on his face. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you so intent on this spell?"
"Let's just say that I've been wronged and someone has to pay." Stacy said with wickedness to her voice. "What about the rest? A spell to make everyone forget."
"Unfortunately, there is no such spell. Magick is not meant to alter the human mind. But I have all of your supplies ready."
"Yeah, thanks." Stacy said rising from the table and grabbing the book. She walked over to the counter and took the bag. She handed the money to the shopkeeper and walked quickly to the door.
"One last warning." He called after her. "Be careful with the spell, magick doesn't always work the way you want it to."
"Whatever." Stacy replied only loud enough for her to hear. "Cordy let's go." She yelled for her friend.
Cordelia was busy checking out the scented candles when Stacy called to her. She dug her keys out of her purse and made her way to the door.
"You ready?" Cordy asked.
"Yeah, I got what I came for." She held up the bag. "Let's go."
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Stacy and Cordelia were already off campus by the time the last bell rang. Actually they cut out of P.E. early and were already half way across town by the time everyone else was just getting to their lockers.
Cordelia's car turned the corner onto Main Street. "So where exactly are we going?" Cordy asked.
"The Sunnydale Magick Shoppe." Stacy said looking down at the small ad she had clipped from the daily paper. "I got a few things I need to pick up."
"What could you possibly need there? Why not the mall? I hear April Fools is having a big sale." Cordelia said as she pulled into a tight parking place.
"Maybe later." Stacy said as she opened the passenger door and climbed out. "This is important."
The Magick Shoppe wasn't what Stacy had imagined it would be. She was thinking dusty old books and jars full of weird items that couldn't be categorized by a normal person. And she was right, well half right. There were books, endless shelves of books, but they weren't all old and dusty. There were a few of them, but the majority of the books were new. And there were jars of things that Stacy didn't even want to imagine what they were. All in all, it was a pretty modern place with, hardwood floors, and glass cases and a computer on the main counter.
A man in dark pants and a dress shirt was standing behind the counter reading over a paper of some sort. He looked up from the paper, finally noticing the girls standing there.
"Oh hello there." The man said setting the paper down and coming out from behind the counter. "Can I help you girls with something?"
"Yea actually you can." Stacy moved towards the man, leaving Cordelia to explore the shop. "I need a spell to make someone disappear. To make them go away and no one would remember them. Can you help me?"
The shopkeeper looked at the girl stunned. Most teens came into the shop looking for a simple love potion or just some incense. He never expected to hear such a request. "I don't know." He said thoughtfully. "That's some pretty dark magic. If you're not acquainted with the black arts, it could be quite dangerous."
Stacy reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Can you help me?" she said more slowly, waving the cash in front of the man.
The shopkeeper was a greedy man. Sure he cared about the people, but if someone was offering him more money than the supplies were worth, he wasn't going to turn them down. He knew deep down that in the end this would all backfire on him, but he truly didn't care.
"Come with me." He said quietly, waving for Stacy to follow him.
She followed close behind the man as he led her up a pair of stairs and onto a loft. Up there were a few books, these ones dusty and old.
"This is my private collection." The shopkeeper said. "I don't normally allow customers up here, but you have persuaded me." The man made his way over to one of the bookshelves and picked out a rather large book. "Here. I believe this is the book you are looking for."
He led her back down the steps and to the table that sat in the middle of the floor. He began flipping through the yellow, age-stained, pages. "Ah here it is." He said pushing the book towards Stacy. "It's called a Temporal Fold. It creates a doorway into another dimension through which you can enter. But the doorway only lasts a few minutes so you must be quick. Once the door is close only the one who originally opened it can reopen the door."
Stacy looked over the words in front of her. They weren't in English that much was for sure. They didn't resemble any language that Stacy had ever studied before either.
"The spell is pretty simple." He said. "But it requires a great deal of meditation. You must be completely centered to properly perform the spell. You'll be needing quite a few things too."
He made his was to one of the shelves and grabbed a few jars. Then he walked back behind the counter and grabbed a few other items, rang them up with the computer, and stuck them in a bag. He walked back to the table with a questioning look on his face. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you so intent on this spell?"
"Let's just say that I've been wronged and someone has to pay." Stacy said with wickedness to her voice. "What about the rest? A spell to make everyone forget."
"Unfortunately, there is no such spell. Magick is not meant to alter the human mind. But I have all of your supplies ready."
"Yeah, thanks." Stacy said rising from the table and grabbing the book. She walked over to the counter and took the bag. She handed the money to the shopkeeper and walked quickly to the door.
"One last warning." He called after her. "Be careful with the spell, magick doesn't always work the way you want it to."
"Whatever." Stacy replied only loud enough for her to hear. "Cordy let's go." She yelled for her friend.
Cordelia was busy checking out the scented candles when Stacy called to her. She dug her keys out of her purse and made her way to the door.
"You ready?" Cordy asked.
"Yeah, I got what I came for." She held up the bag. "Let's go."