Lost
Portalkeeper87
A/N: A few more episodes of Buffy and a few fanfics later…[set in early season 2]
Chapter 2—Sunnydale
"So how long have you been friends with Buffy?" Ms. Summers asked, handing me a cup of hot chocolate. Buffy had gone upstairs to shower, introducing me as a classmate who was going to spend the night.
"I'm new." This was extremely unsettling. I thought Joyce Summers was dead. That's what about all the fanfics I read had said.
"Well—"
"Hey Mom, Alexis. I'm finished." Buffy was in a pair of pajamas covered with red cherries. "C'mon up."
I smiled at her mom and put down the drink. "Thanks again, Ms. Summers."
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"Okay, bathroom's over there, guest room's down there."
"Guest room?" I asked, puzzled. "I thought you had three bedrooms. One for your mom, one for you, and one for Dawn."
"Dawn?" She frowned. "Who's Dawn?" Seeing the expression on my face, Buffy pulled me into her room.
"Okay, who are all the characters in this show you watch?"
"I don't know if I'll remember every person as I just started watching, but of the semi-permanent cast there's you, Dawn, Willow, Tara, Xander, Anya, Giles, Angel, and Spike."
"The last won't be so permanent after I sink a stake through his chest," she muttered under her breath. Turning to me she asked, "Who are Dawn, Tara, and Anya?"
My eyes widened. "Anya is Xander's fiancee, Tara is Willow's girlfriend, and Dawn…Dawn is your sister."
Buffy's mouth dropped open. "But Xander is still in high school. He can't get married. Besides, he's dating Cordelia. Willow is going out with Oz, and she's definitely not gay. And I do not have a sister."
"Nope," I agreed, shaking my head. "You do not have a sister. Not until maybe next year…I think."
She just stared and shook her head. And we tried to pass the time as darkness fell by staring at anything but each other. This was strange. As in major creeped-out, rubber room strange.
And then, lost in our private musings, the girl who said she was the Slayer failed to notice one of the undead craw up to her window.
"Buffy," I said slowly. She looked at me. "I'm not exactly sure whether you like him at this point, are in denial, or have a habit of calling him over every night for action…but a guy with serious makeup issues is outside your window."
She turned and immediately reached for a stake. "Spike," she hissed in hatred, moving stealthily over to the poor excuse for a vampire, all sharp ridges and fangs.
"Uh, excuse me for a second here, but you aren't going to try and stake him, are you?"
"Be quiet," Buffy snapped, moving closer to the blond vampire. "And yes, I'm turning him to dust. Be perfect for his duster."
I grabbed her hand and she threw me off like a kid flicking off an ant. "Buffy! He's harmless, and you said you wouldn't kill in cold blood no matter what. Besides, the guy just likes you a little too much for his own good. He can't help it if he's so attracted that he wants to come over…"
I trailed off, feeling a little uncomfortable as both Buffy and the vampire in question stared at me like I belonged in a straitjacket.
"Well…am I right?"
Buffy responded by throwing her stake at the open window. Who I assumed was Spike disappeared the instant the stake left her hand.
She heaved a sigh and slammed down her window. She turned back with a little snarl. Even if I had just started my sojourn into this little Buffyverse, I knew that the expression on her face right now was something to be reckoned with.
"You just cost me a chance at killing my worst enemy. Because you thought he was coming over for a chat?!"
"Actually, more of the rough-and-tumble variety…" why couldn't I shut my big mouth?
With another growl, Buffy shooed me out of her room, off to an uneventful sleep.