Lost

A/N: Don't know where I'm going with this chapter yet. It's actually a very interesting process (If you value your sanity, RUN FAR AWAY!). I choose a chapter title, and usually this happens when I have absolutely NO idea what I'm going to write. And then, the words just. . . Flow. . . It's quite inspiring, actually. Thankee for the reviews!!! Lots of love,

Andi

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Buffy sat about 6 inches away from Spike, unconsciously mirroring his pose. They were both sitting with their knees drawn up slightly and their arms resting on said knees. It would have been quite funny, if they weren't so, you know. . . Depressed. Blurting out life stories can be that way, whether they're sad or not.

"I'm sorry."

Buffy looked over to Spike, still staring vacantly out in front of him, and sighed.

"S'not your fault. And why are you sorry? If anything you should be all mad and stuff, and be protecting your fragile male ego with many insults. 'Cuz seriously? I kicked your ass."

Spike snorted, and Buffy shot him a defiant look. "'S true!"

"Sure, little 'bit."

Buffy's mouth widened in shock. "Who you calling 'little', you bas-"

Spike cut in with another snort.

"FINE! Snort all you want, Mr. 'Totally-Whipped'."

Spike raised his eyebrow. "And what exactly does THAT have to do with anything?"

Buffy pouted. "Well, you know, we're talking about insecurities and all, and, and, um. . ."

Spike's pants instantly hardened at the sight of the girls' protruding lip.

"Stick that lip back where it belongs, unless you want to be completely ravished."

Buffy's eyes widened again as she sputtered, "What, NO! I mean--You're supposed to be the, the 'Old Yeller' type! All--All faithful, and, and, shutting up now."

Spike rolled his eyes.

"I'm faithful, not blind. And you can cut the whole 'fluttering-virgin' show. That somewhat lost it's support about 1000 words ago. I'd bet you'd just love to have me lifting those skirts of yours. . ."

Buffy cut him off with a slap with as much strength as she could manage, and quickly ran out of the room.

Once she came back into the main room, she found that it was completely empty. She used this to her advantage and threw her shoes at the wall before running out the door.

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"Ye LOST 'er!?! What do ye mean, ye'lost 'er'!?!"

Spike cowered under his sire's angry glare for a second, but quickly straightened back up.

"I'll find her, ya ponce. Give me time."

Angelus seethed and hit Spike on the back of the head as he headed out the door.

"Ow. . ."

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Buffy ran through the darkened streets. She didn't know exactly WHY, because she really DIDN'T hate the smirks and innuendoes that Spike had given her, but she still ran. Maybe she just wanted to get out, or wanted to try and get back home, she really hadn't the faintest idea.

Of course, what would a story be without a damsel in distress? Cue the scary music and the blind panic.

She ran straight into a dark, handsome man who flashed her a disarming smile.

"Now, what would a lovely young girl like you be doing in a frightful place like this?"

Buffy pouted as tears formed in her eyes.

"Oh! I just wanted to get AWAY! They all EXPECT something from me! I'm just a helpless little girl, won't you save me? Oh. Right."

*Kick*

"Ahhh! You little whore!"

Buffy smiled. "And now, my night is complete! Thank you, God, for giving men such a WONDERFUL weakness."

She quickly ran in the opposite direction.

*Bump*

"God! What am I, a mailbox?"

The man she had ran into looked down at her strangely.

"I hate this era. So many good witticisms, ruined by the lack of heavy machinery such as, I don't know, CARS?!"

The man scrunched his forehead in confusion.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

The man nodded. He then surprised her and pulled her into a dark ally.

"And they say that England's safer than America. . . Ahhhh!"

A now-fully-vamped man stood before her and snickered.

"Tell Angelus that I said 'Hello', little slayer."

He sank his teeth into her throat and sucked out her life force.

A few seconds before her heart stopped, he sliced open her wrist and shoved it towards her mouth. Despite her protestations, she was too weak, and the blood seeped down her throat.

"I'm sure he'll be VERY surprised. Muahahahaha!"

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A/N: I know it sounds corny. But I FEEL corny right now. And strangely funny. Again, I reinforce, coffee is an EVIL SUBSTANCE!!! Muahahahaha!!!! Tell me what you think, and I swear, I'll get back to the angst soon enough. It's just, there's WAY TOO MUCH angst out there right now, what with the show ending and all (I SWEAR, the first two times I watched the eppie, I CRIED!!!). Much love,

Andi