Title: Helping Out

Author: LittleWills

Rated: PG-15

Disclaimer: I own nothing but what came out of my head. Please don't sue…

Dedication: Ask and thy shall receive (email at starlightsblood@netscape.net)

Summery: Jeff learns a lesson…

Feedback: Has anyone ever said they *don't* want feedback? I doubt that many have. I crave it!

Notes: ( ) indicates thoughts



Chapter One

Jeff's Point of View

Jeff Caster strutted down the almost empty street. ( Need to get home, need to get home… ) Most citizens of Sunnydale had no idea of the real dangers that surrounded them. Or the supernatural presence that encircled the town. But after knowing some things that happened [and continue to happen]- the articles in newspapers and television, the sudden explosions and unknown occurrences- they were smart enough to know not to stay out late. By nightfall it is a must to be safely in their homes with their families.

As Jeff continued his quick pace down the street he couldn't help but wonder what really goes on in this town. Sighing, he looked behind him and down the street he was crossing over. ( It would be nice to know exactly what I'm running form. It can't be *that* bad. I bet I could take it myself. ) With that thought he slowed his frantic pace, feeling strong and confident. ( Yea, so here I am- barley half-way home- and I'm just fine. No crazy lunatics or guys with chainsaws. )

"Pfft, can't touch this!" He said as his face broke out into a grin. "Nope, sorry but this big boy is a whole lot stronger than you think--," he began to almost shout but was cut off as he was thrown into the wall of a near-by building. The impact was so great that he had the air knocked out of him and was almost sure he heard a few things pop.

"So that's what you think, ay? Well, we'll just have to see if you're right." Said a voice Jeff didn't recognize as he fell to the floor in a heap. He was blanketed by a human shaped shadow as he looked up at his attacker. Still having no clue of who the person- that is if he WAS a person- smirked and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Pulling him up by his shirt, almost strangling him, his face changed into a mass of fridges with two glowing yellow eyes and pointy teeth.

Jeff tried to scream but was again cut off as the *thing* let go of his shirt to crush his neck instead. He could hear the stranger laughing as he began to fall unconscious. The last thing he felt before being enveloped by darkness was a stinging pain his neck. But he couldn't even feel the pain as one last thought went through his head. ( I know what he's doing, killing me… but I like it ) Then darkness…

Spikes Point of View

( That was just too easy. ) Looking down at great bulge in the mans pants he snorted. "I don't get it. One little bite and he's hornier than a cheap slut!. Ah, well, I guess I can't blame 'em. Same thing happens to me." With that he continued walking down the deserted street, leaving Jeff's body on the pavement for whoever has the kindness to pick him up. Chuckling he thought ( Please, who would want to help some scum on the side of the street? I'll tell you who- no one. ).

At least, that's what Spike thought. For little did he know, Jeff Caster wasn't the only one out late…

*** A/N: BIG THANKS TO MALLY! Well? How'd you like it? Or *not* like it. If you have any ideas as to what you'd like to see, email me. We don't want to spoil it for anyone else, now do we? Lol, maybe I'm just desperate for feedback. Anyhow, I'd still appreciate some suggestions…