Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own any of the Buffy characters. The only
thing that's mine is the idea for the story, however, donations of the
Buffy characters are welcome . . . . you get it.
A/N: I forgot to mention, in case any one was wondering, Joyce is still alive in this fic.
Slayer's Revenge
Chapter 2: Messing up Spike's Hair
Buffy walked quietly down the stairs and peered into the living room where Spike was sitting. His back was towards her, and he was staring at the turned-off TV.
"I can hear and smell you, Slayer." Spike said.
'He sounds pissed.' Buffy thought happily. She didn't know why she wanted so badly for Spike to be annoyed. Slayer's weren't supposed to want to get revenge. O well, just as long as she didn't tell Giles. . . . .
"Would you mind explaining WHY I'm tied up in your living room?" Spike asked.
"You didn't explain why I was chained up in you crypt."
"Yes I did. I wanted to tell you I loved you."
"So you chained me up?"
Spike wanted to scream. "I didn't know what to do! You wouldn't let me talk to you any other time!"
"That's no reason to chain me up!"
Spike tilted his head back so it was leaning over the back of the chair. He could now see Buffy.
"That's against the point though, why am I tied up in your living room? I had the impression you wanted to stay away from me."
"It's different when you're the one tied up."
"O I see!" Spike looked at the upside-down Buffy. "You just like having a certain Big Bad vampire in your living room."
"No. This just makes sure you don't - um - hurt anyone . . . . . ."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "I sure hurt a lot of people with this chip in my head."
"Well. . . . . you fed the other night."
"After Dru killed her."
"Her?" Buffy wondered why she felt a little jealous.
"Yeah. Dru ate him."
Ok. Buffy felt better. Some vampire eat-the-opposite-sex thing.
Buffy walked over to Spike's chair. He looked at her curiously and a little worriedly. What could a tied up and chipped vampire do against the slayer?
She spun the chair around so that his back was to the TV and he was facing where she had previously been standing. 'Weird girl this slayer is.' Spike thought.
Buffy sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Which of course Spike could no longer see.
"Hey, Slayer!"
Buffy laughed.
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Dawn walked into the house after school. She didn't even glance in the living room, where there was a napping Spike.
"Buffy I'm home."
"Hey Dawnie! Get a snack or something and then do your home work." Buffy called. "Mom's not coming back until tomorrow."
"All right!" Dawn called back and then went upstairs to do her homework. "All I ever do is homework." she grumbled as she took out her books.
At 7:00 Dawn put on tight jeans and a tight almost see-through shirt. She quietly slipped down the stairs and out the back door.
* * *
8:00 Buffy yelled up to Dawn. "Dawn! I'm gonna patrol now!" Spike jumped.
"Now so loud luv!"
Buffy ignored him. "Dawn?! I'm going to patrol and then go to the Bronze for a few hours."
No answer.
"DAWN?!"
"Luv, she's probably fine." Spike told Buffy. "She's most likely doing her homework with her music on and she can't hear you."
"You're right." Buffy sighed. "Tell her if she comes down, k?"
"Of course."
"That's a good boy." Buffy rubbed her hand over Spike's head, ruffling his hair.
"Buffy!" Spike snapped his head back and tried to bite Buffy's hand.
"AHHHHHH!" His chip went off. "I wasn't actually going to hurt her." He muttered.
"O! Spike doesn't like it when I mess up his hair?" Buffy taunted.
"No, he doesn't!"
Spike's hair was no longer perfectly combed back.
"Bloody hell, Buffy! Don't you have patrolling or something to do?!"
Buffy laughed. "You're right. I guess I'd better start going. . . . Don't expect be until late."
"Don't worry luv." Spike said sarcastically. "I'll wait right here."
Buffy laughed again. "Don't fell like you have to wait up for me . . . . you can use the guest room. If you can get there."
Buffy walked out the front door, locking it behind her.
"Remind me why I love that woman?" Spike asked himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was around midnight. Spike was hungry. 'If they're going to tie me here, they could at least feed me!' he thought. Buffy had turned him so he was still facing the off TV.
He heard the door slowly unlocking. Buffy must be home. Maybe he could scare her? Or just startle her a little. . . . Spike stayed very, very quiet.
Dawn quietly opened the door. She didn't want Buffy to notice she had been out so late. Actually, she didn't want Buffy to notice she had been out at all . . . . She slipped into her dark house and shut the door softly behind her. She started walking towards the stairs.
"SLAYER!" Spike yelled.
Dawn screamed. The high, piercing scream of a 14 year old girl.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = So, what did you think? Please review! I'm going to try to post another chapter before I go away for Christmas break. . . .
A/N: I forgot to mention, in case any one was wondering, Joyce is still alive in this fic.
Slayer's Revenge
Chapter 2: Messing up Spike's Hair
Buffy walked quietly down the stairs and peered into the living room where Spike was sitting. His back was towards her, and he was staring at the turned-off TV.
"I can hear and smell you, Slayer." Spike said.
'He sounds pissed.' Buffy thought happily. She didn't know why she wanted so badly for Spike to be annoyed. Slayer's weren't supposed to want to get revenge. O well, just as long as she didn't tell Giles. . . . .
"Would you mind explaining WHY I'm tied up in your living room?" Spike asked.
"You didn't explain why I was chained up in you crypt."
"Yes I did. I wanted to tell you I loved you."
"So you chained me up?"
Spike wanted to scream. "I didn't know what to do! You wouldn't let me talk to you any other time!"
"That's no reason to chain me up!"
Spike tilted his head back so it was leaning over the back of the chair. He could now see Buffy.
"That's against the point though, why am I tied up in your living room? I had the impression you wanted to stay away from me."
"It's different when you're the one tied up."
"O I see!" Spike looked at the upside-down Buffy. "You just like having a certain Big Bad vampire in your living room."
"No. This just makes sure you don't - um - hurt anyone . . . . . ."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "I sure hurt a lot of people with this chip in my head."
"Well. . . . . you fed the other night."
"After Dru killed her."
"Her?" Buffy wondered why she felt a little jealous.
"Yeah. Dru ate him."
Ok. Buffy felt better. Some vampire eat-the-opposite-sex thing.
Buffy walked over to Spike's chair. He looked at her curiously and a little worriedly. What could a tied up and chipped vampire do against the slayer?
She spun the chair around so that his back was to the TV and he was facing where she had previously been standing. 'Weird girl this slayer is.' Spike thought.
Buffy sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Which of course Spike could no longer see.
"Hey, Slayer!"
Buffy laughed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawn walked into the house after school. She didn't even glance in the living room, where there was a napping Spike.
"Buffy I'm home."
"Hey Dawnie! Get a snack or something and then do your home work." Buffy called. "Mom's not coming back until tomorrow."
"All right!" Dawn called back and then went upstairs to do her homework. "All I ever do is homework." she grumbled as she took out her books.
At 7:00 Dawn put on tight jeans and a tight almost see-through shirt. She quietly slipped down the stairs and out the back door.
* * *
8:00 Buffy yelled up to Dawn. "Dawn! I'm gonna patrol now!" Spike jumped.
"Now so loud luv!"
Buffy ignored him. "Dawn?! I'm going to patrol and then go to the Bronze for a few hours."
No answer.
"DAWN?!"
"Luv, she's probably fine." Spike told Buffy. "She's most likely doing her homework with her music on and she can't hear you."
"You're right." Buffy sighed. "Tell her if she comes down, k?"
"Of course."
"That's a good boy." Buffy rubbed her hand over Spike's head, ruffling his hair.
"Buffy!" Spike snapped his head back and tried to bite Buffy's hand.
"AHHHHHH!" His chip went off. "I wasn't actually going to hurt her." He muttered.
"O! Spike doesn't like it when I mess up his hair?" Buffy taunted.
"No, he doesn't!"
Spike's hair was no longer perfectly combed back.
"Bloody hell, Buffy! Don't you have patrolling or something to do?!"
Buffy laughed. "You're right. I guess I'd better start going. . . . Don't expect be until late."
"Don't worry luv." Spike said sarcastically. "I'll wait right here."
Buffy laughed again. "Don't fell like you have to wait up for me . . . . you can use the guest room. If you can get there."
Buffy walked out the front door, locking it behind her.
"Remind me why I love that woman?" Spike asked himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was around midnight. Spike was hungry. 'If they're going to tie me here, they could at least feed me!' he thought. Buffy had turned him so he was still facing the off TV.
He heard the door slowly unlocking. Buffy must be home. Maybe he could scare her? Or just startle her a little. . . . Spike stayed very, very quiet.
Dawn quietly opened the door. She didn't want Buffy to notice she had been out so late. Actually, she didn't want Buffy to notice she had been out at all . . . . She slipped into her dark house and shut the door softly behind her. She started walking towards the stairs.
"SLAYER!" Spike yelled.
Dawn screamed. The high, piercing scream of a 14 year old girl.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = So, what did you think? Please review! I'm going to try to post another chapter before I go away for Christmas break. . . .