Sorry the update took so long.
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Chapter 7
Max
This was so stupid! Spike brought me out to the cemetery in the middle of the night to hunt vampires. I guess he was used to doing this or something because just they way he prowled made you wonder...but vampires? Yeah right. Both the British people were clearly nuts.
"I'm bored." I voiced.
"You wanted proof." He replied as he looked into one of the big crypts, "Homey." He commented at the empty building.
"This is not proof. This is a cemetery."
"You obviously don't go into cemeteries a lot."
"And you do?" I pointed out.
"Luv, I practically lived in one."
"That explains it." I rolled my eyes.
"What?" he looked at me sideways.
"You're so...broody. And what's with the platinum blonde hair...that look died out before I was born?"
"I am **not** broody." He growled, "and the hair is way better than yours."
"What's wrong with my hair?" I snapped.
"It's so stringy...needs curls or something."
I was about to reply but at the unfortunate timing, my cell phone rings. I answer it, glaring at Spike, "Yeah?"
"Max, where have you been?" Logan's voice carried through the phone.
I sighed, "I'm sorry, Logan...the past few days have been hell."
"No, I didn't mean to sound like a mother worrying about her child. What I meant was if you're not going to show up, can you call?"
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes...the guy worries too much.
"Max! Behind you!" Spike called sending my reflexes reacting. I spun around and ducked as a guy with a serious need of a plastic surgeon attempt to grab me around the neck.
I ducked down further to the ground and whipped my leg out sending the guy to the ground as his legs went out from under him.
"Max, you still there?" Logan asked.
"Yeah. Just kind of busy at the moment." I answered as the guy jumped up and ran at me.
I calmly sidestepped him and he went straight into Spike. But Spike was prepared and stabbed the guy with a wooden stick through his heart. The guy didn't fall back gasping like a normal person would but instead he incinerated into dust.
"Max?" Logan asked.
"Logan, I have to go." I hung up and turned my phone off. For the first time I didn't come up with a witty or sarcastic response. I didn't even come up with anything to say. I just starred there at the space the guy should have been in.
"That," Spike paused, "Was a vampire. You saw him turn to dust...I can tell by the way you jaw is hangin' open. Now do you believe me?"
Vampires, were real. Okay, Max, let's try and think of something that will prove that you're not going insane because you just saw a vampire turn to dust. I mean a...a shadow that was never really there. But then a voice in my head sounded, "Yeah and I'm not a transgenic."
"Max, luv, are you okay?" Spike waved a hand in front of my face. I snapped out of it with a made up decision.
"Yeah. So, are there any demon's in Seattle too?"
Spike smirked, "There's a bar only people aware of the supernatural can see. If a normal person-or transgenic for that matter were to be led there they wouldn't see much until they got inside."
I digested this. Now I understand how normal people felt when they finally found out that transgenics were out there. They felt awed and at the same time slightly afraid. I admit it, I was afraid but I didn't show it. It was the same thing I was feeling when I thought that there were demons out there somewhere sneaking around.
"Can you show me one?" I asked.
Spike thought about it for a second, "The guys in there don't really like me there. I have a rep for killin' their kinds."
"Kinds?"
"Oh, there are several species of demons out there that can do different things. There's vengeance demons, F'yarl demons, vampires, and so many more."
"Are they all evil?" I asked. If there were as many as he was saying the world was more screwed over than we originally thought.
"Uh, some of them aren't. Some work for the Powers That Be, some just hide out and stay out of trouble, but others, many others are evil." He looked down at his boots almost like he was ashamed or depressed.
I hesitated before asking, "You're not a human are you?"
"I tried to be for a while, but things didn't work out...that's something I'm not going to tell you about."
I held my hands up in defense, "No problem. Its not like you're going to murder me in my sleep. Right?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied looking over at me.
We walked in an awkward silence for a while until we stopped in front of an old junkyard.
"What are we doing here?"
Spike just smirked and walked through the chain linked fence, disappearing into nothing. A second later his head popped out of thin air, "You coming or not?"
I took a deep breath and went forward.
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Michelle Ann/Myst Lady: LOL. I'm glad you like this. This is a very hard fic to write. I agree that there are not enough BtVS/DA fics out there. I'm a Spiffy shipper too, though Spike and Max was part of the challenge so I'm just going by the rules.
Kekki: Cherish the second season while you have it 'cause after that there won't be anything else. I think the key idea is a good one and I might toy around with it. I guess it depends on what the fic wants to do.
Margaret:: I'm glad you're still on board. Sorry it took me so long to update (and even then it's so short) but thank you for reminding me if I didn't get that e-mail from FanFic.net I would have forgotten all about this fic. Thanks.
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Chapter 7
Max
This was so stupid! Spike brought me out to the cemetery in the middle of the night to hunt vampires. I guess he was used to doing this or something because just they way he prowled made you wonder...but vampires? Yeah right. Both the British people were clearly nuts.
"I'm bored." I voiced.
"You wanted proof." He replied as he looked into one of the big crypts, "Homey." He commented at the empty building.
"This is not proof. This is a cemetery."
"You obviously don't go into cemeteries a lot."
"And you do?" I pointed out.
"Luv, I practically lived in one."
"That explains it." I rolled my eyes.
"What?" he looked at me sideways.
"You're so...broody. And what's with the platinum blonde hair...that look died out before I was born?"
"I am **not** broody." He growled, "and the hair is way better than yours."
"What's wrong with my hair?" I snapped.
"It's so stringy...needs curls or something."
I was about to reply but at the unfortunate timing, my cell phone rings. I answer it, glaring at Spike, "Yeah?"
"Max, where have you been?" Logan's voice carried through the phone.
I sighed, "I'm sorry, Logan...the past few days have been hell."
"No, I didn't mean to sound like a mother worrying about her child. What I meant was if you're not going to show up, can you call?"
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes...the guy worries too much.
"Max! Behind you!" Spike called sending my reflexes reacting. I spun around and ducked as a guy with a serious need of a plastic surgeon attempt to grab me around the neck.
I ducked down further to the ground and whipped my leg out sending the guy to the ground as his legs went out from under him.
"Max, you still there?" Logan asked.
"Yeah. Just kind of busy at the moment." I answered as the guy jumped up and ran at me.
I calmly sidestepped him and he went straight into Spike. But Spike was prepared and stabbed the guy with a wooden stick through his heart. The guy didn't fall back gasping like a normal person would but instead he incinerated into dust.
"Max?" Logan asked.
"Logan, I have to go." I hung up and turned my phone off. For the first time I didn't come up with a witty or sarcastic response. I didn't even come up with anything to say. I just starred there at the space the guy should have been in.
"That," Spike paused, "Was a vampire. You saw him turn to dust...I can tell by the way you jaw is hangin' open. Now do you believe me?"
Vampires, were real. Okay, Max, let's try and think of something that will prove that you're not going insane because you just saw a vampire turn to dust. I mean a...a shadow that was never really there. But then a voice in my head sounded, "Yeah and I'm not a transgenic."
"Max, luv, are you okay?" Spike waved a hand in front of my face. I snapped out of it with a made up decision.
"Yeah. So, are there any demon's in Seattle too?"
Spike smirked, "There's a bar only people aware of the supernatural can see. If a normal person-or transgenic for that matter were to be led there they wouldn't see much until they got inside."
I digested this. Now I understand how normal people felt when they finally found out that transgenics were out there. They felt awed and at the same time slightly afraid. I admit it, I was afraid but I didn't show it. It was the same thing I was feeling when I thought that there were demons out there somewhere sneaking around.
"Can you show me one?" I asked.
Spike thought about it for a second, "The guys in there don't really like me there. I have a rep for killin' their kinds."
"Kinds?"
"Oh, there are several species of demons out there that can do different things. There's vengeance demons, F'yarl demons, vampires, and so many more."
"Are they all evil?" I asked. If there were as many as he was saying the world was more screwed over than we originally thought.
"Uh, some of them aren't. Some work for the Powers That Be, some just hide out and stay out of trouble, but others, many others are evil." He looked down at his boots almost like he was ashamed or depressed.
I hesitated before asking, "You're not a human are you?"
"I tried to be for a while, but things didn't work out...that's something I'm not going to tell you about."
I held my hands up in defense, "No problem. Its not like you're going to murder me in my sleep. Right?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied looking over at me.
We walked in an awkward silence for a while until we stopped in front of an old junkyard.
"What are we doing here?"
Spike just smirked and walked through the chain linked fence, disappearing into nothing. A second later his head popped out of thin air, "You coming or not?"
I took a deep breath and went forward.
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Michelle Ann/Myst Lady: LOL. I'm glad you like this. This is a very hard fic to write. I agree that there are not enough BtVS/DA fics out there. I'm a Spiffy shipper too, though Spike and Max was part of the challenge so I'm just going by the rules.
Kekki: Cherish the second season while you have it 'cause after that there won't be anything else. I think the key idea is a good one and I might toy around with it. I guess it depends on what the fic wants to do.
Margaret:: I'm glad you're still on board. Sorry it took me so long to update (and even then it's so short) but thank you for reminding me if I didn't get that e-mail from FanFic.net I would have forgotten all about this fic. Thanks.