Lost

Portalkeeper87

A/N: Thanks for the input…honestly, without it, I couldn't post this section. Heck, I couldn't even write it. Again, thanks to everyone who gave me a suggestion *cough-ManyManlyYams-cough*. Thanks a lot for being the only person who actually responded…and you don't even watch the show!!

Of course, not that I'm feeling bitter here…

Chapter 5—Battle

Let me point something out. When one watches Buffy on TV, there is barely a moment that goes by without some sort of action or some supposedly innocent gesture that doesn't lead to or hint at some devious plan to end the world. But life in Sunnydale…

Well, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. I mean, I had been here for about 24 hours, and aside from falling asleep from boredom and occasionally seeing a few vampires, there really wasn't much going on. At least from my viewpoint.

The downside to living a TV show was you couldn't suddenly switch perspectives and watch some insidious plan on the other side of town. No, you had to sit through all the boring parts that were usually skipped on the show.

So I was really appreciating a little change in scenery. With much cajoling on the part of her Watcher, Buffy had reluctantly agreed to let me go along on patrol. Given that both Xander and Willow also came.

The girl didn't exactly trust me, especially not after the way I 'inadvertently' dissed her boyfriend.

"Hey, don't…never mind. Why do you have to stake them right when they crawl out? Why can't you let them at least get used to their surroundings?" I whined.

Sitting on a tombstone with Willow clapping excitedly every time Buffy killed a hungry child was making me get a little whiny. First of all, why would anyone—any sensible vampire—want to hang out in a graveyard? I mean, not only is it chilly and boring, but there's no one to talk to. And smelling the rotting corpses had to be an appetite suppresser. I mean, it would be like hanging around a Dumpster outside of a fast-food restaurant. Smelling rotting leftovers sure wouldn't make me hungry.

I was about to voice my ruminations when about two dozen vampires in fake looking ridges appeared out of nowhere, surrounding our little group.

"Uh-oh," Willow whimpered softly. "Buffy, I forgot to bring extra stakes tonight." What was she talking about? The girl had three in her jacket pocket. One for Xander, one for her, and one for the Slayer…but Buffy brought her own stake.

"Here ya go," she said cheerfully, giving me the last one. "You know, just in case."

"Huh?" Willow expected me to help them stake the sweet little vampires? But before I could start complaining like usual, the leader of the pack began to address Buffy.

"We meet again, Slayer," he said with a slight sneer. I would like to point out that sneers don't sound quite sneery when it's dealt in a British accent.

But I still shouldn't have let loose a giggle.

The guy spun around and glared at me. "Shut your trap, you bloody bint. I was talking to the Slayer."

"Huh? Sorry, can you repeat that? In a more understandable way." Try as I might, I just couldn't understand what the heck he was saying. Why couldn't demonic entities communicate in Americanized English?

He turned back, completely exasperated. This guy needed to work on his patience.

"Hey, you're that guy hanging outside Buffy's window!" I blurted out before he could open his mouth.

"Alexis, that's Spike. The new evil guy in town, if you haven't noticed," Xander said with a sigh.

"The one that participates in tea parties?" I asked innocently. "The one that gets to baby-sit Miss Edith when Dru is otherwise occupied?"

Buffy raised an eyebrow. Xander began to laugh.

Spike began to wrap his really cold fingers around my neck. "One more word out of you…" he hissed in my face. I would probably have gotten frightened then. Only I realized that the whole 'vampires don't blush' thing wasn't exactly true. The guy's face was a tomato. A tomato with piercing blue eyes and toxic blond moss sprouting from the top. A tomato that was ready to burst in embarrassment and rage.

Maybe I should be feeling scared. But it just didn't work. My fear factor was on vacation.

"Get off!" Buffy yelled, all business-like again. She kicked him hard, sending her boyfriend-to-be crashing into a headstone.

Thus the battle began.

In the fray, the scoobies punched, kicked, and staked many of the attackers. But I seriously wasn't going to join in. No staking for the new girl.

But then I felt another cold arm around my waist. This one lifted me up while the matching hand covered my mouth. "Be quiet and you won't get hurt," this vampire hissed. I recognized this one! He was the minion that wore those dorky glasses, the one that the Judge later burned up when Angel turned all evil and cool.

I had watched enough movies to know what was expected. By now I should be trying to get away, or at least biting the hand on my mouth.

So I bit him. I bit his wrist actually, which caused a spurt of thick, cool liquid to fill my mouth almost immediately. I almost gagged before realizing that this really wasn't so bad. It tasted like sherry, actually. Sherry and dark chocolate syrup, only not so chocolately.

While I sucked on the poor guy, he screamed and flailed, trying to shake me off. Feeling a little disoriented, I loosened the death grip on his bruised and bleeding wrist. Upon dislodging the human, my vampire took off through the woods as fast as he could.

"What, never met a psycho?" I grumbled, licking away the last drops. Very good, much better than chocolate.

The others were still fighting, having not noticed my disappearance. I was in the back corner of the graveyard, by the tree line. So naturally I made my way back over. Before I could wave or call out a greeting, something hit my head hard and the world swirled into blackness.