Disclaimer: Oh God I'm so poor! *Bawls* But the poem is just something I thought of while I was typing this, that's mine!! *Takes poem* Snatchy-snatchy!

A/N: This ain't your momma's OC fic! There is absolutely no romance whatsoever between Spike and my OC. There's no romance in this story period. Spike just finds a kindred spirit. Well, she find him, and then he finds her, ack! Well, you'll figure it out. It's a kinda 'Finding Forester' type of thing, get it?

Anyway, this is my first Buffy fiction, so don't be harsh if I mess something up. Or I'll sick my crossbow on ya and I wager you'll be in quite a bit o'pain!!

~…~ This bees my poem

I walk the line between life and death

Which one should I choose?

Should I choose to be with the devil,

Or choose to be with you?

I walk the line between darkness and light

Which one is right?

Am I child of the halo,

Or a child of the night?

" Wait a minute, wouldn't you get lost with all those lines?"

" And what if you fall off the line and break your neck and die on the first line? Does that mean you chose death?"

" It's poetry! It's not supposed to be taken literally! You're supposed to take it metaphorically."

Velocity Voorhees sighed at her classmate's ignorance. She loved poetry. She loved all things literature and art. Her friends, what few she had, thought she was boring and didn't understand her poetry. She had explained her half-finished poem about 10 times and they still didn't get it.

She had stopped writing as soon as the lunch bell rang. So she was stuck in the cafeteria with people who didn't understand her, what she did or her writings. If they didn't have to sit with their class, she would so be with the rest of the smart kids instead of her overly popular classmates.

One of the popular boys leaned over to make sure Velocity heard him. Not that he cared if she was listening, he liked hearing himself talk. " If you're goin' to keep writin' like that, you should change your name."

She gripped the table edge hard." To what Toby?"

" Something more, international. Like, Velocity the Bloody!"

" Bloody? How many times must I tell you people, I am not related to Jason Voorhees?! I haven't killed anyone!" She stood up from her seat and held her arms out on either side of her to give the impression she was innocent.

" It means everything you write is bloody awful!! And we still don't know what happened to the last janitor and he was last seen fixing your locker Velocity the Bloody!"

A popular girl decided to join in the fun." No, her name should be Sky, because her writing sounds like she wrote it when she was high, like her mother!"

" Yeah, and, like, what name kind of name is, like, Velocity?"

That did it. She had had enough. They had made fun of her writing, her name and her family for the last time. Velocity scowled at the blond girl sitting next to her and slammed her fist down on the edge of her tray. The spaghetti and tomato sauce hit the girl in the face.

" Ahh!!"

She grabbed her books and got up without a thought." Now you're matching, Cindy. Spaghetti strap, spaghetti hair."

With that, she turned on the heel of her black combat boots and stalked out of the cafeteria. She did not have to take insults from people who had half her I.Q.

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The end of the day was near. Velocity gathered her things and tried to get out of school as fast as she could. She needed to get up to her room and get to her muses. The sooner she was done with this poem, the sooner she could start on the other.

She shut her locker and prepared to get home." Hey Velocity the Bloody?"

She gasped. Right behind her locker door were Cindy and Toby. They had some of their friends with them and they were all carrying trays full of spaghetti and tomato sauce." You didn't think you'd get away with what you did to me, did you?"

" Yeah, bint, we can't let people so low on the food chain embarrass a popular girl like Cindy without making them pay. So we noticed that you hadn't eaten lunch, so we brought you food. Have some!!"

Velocity got pelted with 3 handfuls of sauce before she got good distance between the populars and herself. She had to get to the graveyard. Then she would be almost home free.

" Don't let her get away!"

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So there she was; running like the dickens and trying to dodge showers of spaghetti and tomato sauce in the middle of a cemetery. Velocity had to go through it to get home. She knew it well enough that she hoped she could lose the populars amongst the gravestones and crypts around there.

She wasn't one for fighting. She could throw a punch and maybe an awkward kick if she were fighting for her life, but that was it. The only things she was good at doing were running and writing.

" Come back here Vel! We just wanna play!"

This wasn't working. There were at least seven of them and one of her. Most of them were either cheerleaders or jocks, so there was no way she could keep this up enough to get home. They would catch her and probably do worse than a spaghetti storm.

She stopped and leaned against a mausoleum. Her sides ached and she was panting like a dog. " I have…to find…someplace…to hide…"

She looked around frantically, before she realized she was standing next to a mausoleum. " Duh, don't be a Cindy Vel. Ugh, there's a dead body though."

" Velocity! I'm gonna mess you up real bad for what you did to my hair!!"

" But if I don't hide, I'll be the dead body." Velocity assessed her situation quickly and pulled the door; which was surprisingly open. But, now was not the time to worry about that. She quickly ducked in and shut the door behind her.

" I think she went over this way!"

" I'm gonna beat her until she calls me the Queen of her world!"

Velocity listened intently as they ran by. Once she was sure they were gone, she sighed and leaned against the door; finally letting her body rest.

" 'Ey!!"

Her eyes snapped open at the voice. Someone was in here? And talking to her? That would mean they were alive, or undead. " Huh?"

A man stalked over to her with an ugly and terrifying face. His hair was bleached and he wore mostly black. She would have screamed if she had the sense too.

" What the bloody'ell are you doin' in my crypt?! Get out! I'm not runnin' a daycare!!"

" Aaaahhh!!!" Completely forgetting about the populars, she screamed her head off and ran out of the crypt not caring who heard her. Her backpack was left in the crypt and she was running like hell to get to her house. Velocity didn't have to worry about being tired now; she couldn't stop running if she tried.

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Spike rolled his eyes and shook his head to change his face back. He had fallen asleep in his chair and was enjoying a nice dream of killing the Scoobies one by one when someone threw open his crypt door and came in. He barely got out of the way in time. Only to discover it was some kid.

And barely a teenager at that. Hardly Dawn's age if not younger. She interrupted his nice dream and almost got him sizzling. At first, he thought it was Buffy or someone else. But it was someone else so he could just scare him or her and they would leave on their own.

And it worked too.

" Bloody brats and their games. I'm never 'aving kids…Oh wait, I can't. Well, glad I got that out o'the way." He sauntered over to his chair and back to 'Passions'. But he stopped halfway when he caught sight of something neon yellow lying on the ground.

" Hello? What's this?"

It was that kid's backpack. He knew it wouldn't be right to open it, but, he was evil, so, what do you expect?

" Let's see, book, book, bloody 'eavy book, notebook that says 'Do Not Enter'…" He took a quick look around to make sure no unseen forces or people were watching and grabbed the forbidden book from its place between Algebra and American History.

" Let's see what we got 'ere…"

And so Spike read:

I walk the line between life and death

Which one should I choose?

Should I choose to be with the devil,

Or choose to be with you?

I walk the line between darkness and light

Which one is right?

Am I child of the halo,

Or a child of the night?

 

I walk the line between blood and oil

Am I a machine?

Do I live to accommodate your life,

And die without a dream?

I walk the line between right and wrong

Which on am I to pick?

Should I follow the line with the others,

Or draw a new one with a stick

And there it stopped. There was no ending or name sighed at the bottom, but he knew it was the girl's. It just stopped. Spike read over it a few more times. He hadn't had a chance to get into poetry very much nowadays. But he did remember he loved to right poetry about a certain woman named…

Well, he'd rather not go into that. He was better now and she missed out. William the Bloody was gone and only Spike remained. Though, it wasn't all that bad a poem. He would say more if it were finished.

Though, as he was about to put them back in the backpack and throw the thing out so he could get back to passions, he got this funny feeling. It wasn't hunger, and it wasn't the need to kill or go sleep with someone, or to smoke or drink. It was something he hadn't felt in a long, LONG time.

Inspiration.

Inspiration to write, to create and to let his pen inscribe the words out faster than his mind could come up with them. To simply let go and let his ideas and feelings out. And it felt good.

" Hm. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Huh, I like it." He walked over to the backpack and looked through the side pockets for a pencil or pen. He also found the name of the owner of the backpack.

" Velocity Voorhees? Wonder if she's Jason's sister…? Hmp, maybe. Well, Velocity Voorhees," He said walking over towards the stone coffin and turning it into a makeshift desk," I'm gonna do you a big favor and finish your poem. We'll see who's poetry is bloody awful…"

I walk the line of between peace and war

Killing as I have done before

I'm not happy, I do my trade

You'll not find me in a shallow grave

I walk the line between night and day

I'd like to do both and have things my way

Killing and feeding,

Biting and bleeding,

Torturing souls as I may

I walk the line between the beginning and the end

I wish I knew which one was which,

I might end up married,

I might end up stitched,

I walk the line between morning and twilight

Sleep one away and fight the rest of the other,

I'll never be beaten,

Cause I'm a bad mother

I walk the line without fear

I walk the line without pain

I walk the line over and over again

It's always the same.