Chapter 7!

A/N—Neshep khem sedeb, roughly translated, means "The swallower who does not have breath", in Egyptian. This is the chapter in which both Spike and Lex have more than 4 lines. Also, I haven't really done disclaimers. Durn. Uh, so, clears throat I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, although I'd like an action figure to torture, and I don't own Smallville, although I'd like to own Michael Rosenbaum and Tom Welling. Hey, I can dream, right?

Chapter 7: When Worlds Collide

Spike groaned, and realized that he was not in hell. In fact, he was lying face down in a Dumpster with half a rotten banana on his leather jacket, along with a few other things he did not care to identify. He groaned again, and rolled over to the side. Unfortunately, this meant falling off the Dumpster in a rather comical way, if anyone was watching.

"Bloody hell," Spike mumbled, picking himself up. "Blow m'self up and land into a garbage can . . ." He jerked his head to the right, like a predator onto prey. He didn't remember what happened, only that the trinket had began to work, light had come, and he had said good bye to Buffy. Then . . . lying in a dumpster.

"Not the best situation," He muttered to himself, turning the corner. There was a girl in pink emptying a garbage can to put it in the dumpster. Spike's stomach growled, and he wondered if he had a soul still.

Spike searched himself to see if he could feel remorse or guilt . . .

He smiled. 'Pinky's fair game!' He thought.

Lana tied up the plastic bag, and turned to the left to the dumpster. A man with peroxide hair was standing in front of her. She gasped.

"'Ello, love," he leered, leaning to the side a bit.

"Excuse me," Lana said coldly, attempting to put her fear aside and go to the Dumpster. The man blocked her.

"It's not very safe for a young lady of your nature to wander about this late at night," he snarked in his English accent. "You might get . . . hurt."

Lana's breathing accelerated and she began to panic. "Don't . . . don't touch me."

"Wasn't planning on it, love," he said, then paused, and responded to himself, "No, I was just looking for . . . a snack." The man tilted to the side and leered a little. Lana turned in relief and pointed to the little store that was open for 24 hours. "There's some food in there—"

"Not that food, love." The man's voice was different, more clipped. She turned around.

The man's eyes were yellow, teeth pointed and the rest of face deformed.

"I was talking about you."

Lana screamed as the man launched himself at her, fangs beared.
"Listen, Dawn, are you sure you didn't see or hear anything—" Lex began again, pacing nervously.

"Yes," Dawn said irritably, "You asked me ten hundred thousand times and I still gave you the same answer."

"What?" Lex said a bit nastily, twirling on his heel.

Clark rolled his eyes as Dawn sighed and continued. "I heard sounds like growling and a woman talking and some scuffles. That's it."

Lex opened his mouth as if to ask the same question again, when Clark interrupted.

"She told you, Lex, and the police are out looking," he said reassuringly. "They'll find her."

"She wouldn't abandon you're wedding, would she?" Dawn said a bit too helpfully.

Both Lex and Clark stared at her, and before Clark could say anything he was interrupted by a scream from outside.

"Lana!" Clark ran outside.

Lex turned to Dawn and said, "It's uncanny how he knows."

Then the two of them rushed outside to join Clark.
"Leave her alone!" Clark yelled, inching slowly towards Spike.

"Oh," Spike said airily, a small dribble of blood dripping down his chin, "She was very tasty, mate. Want a bite?" He leaned Lana's unconscious form towards Clark.

"NO! I want you to let her go!" Clark yelled again, moving forwards.

At that moment Lex and Dawn rounded the corner, both breathing heavily. At the sight of Spike, Lex looked confused. Dawn, on the other hand, shrieked loudly.

Everyone looked at her.

"Why are YOU yelling, nibblit?" Spike said irritably, thinking to himself, 'Must be Sunny Hell.'

Lex looked at Dawn and frowned slightly.

"Let her go!" Clark yelled, subconsciously forgetting Dawn.

Spike dropped the body and held up his hands. "Okay, mate," He drawled. "You win . . . this time." Spike turned and swaggered off. Clark ran to where he had dumped Lana's body.

"Lana?" Clark said frantically, holding her head. "Lana, oh god, Lana." He turned to Lex. "We need to get her to a hospital. Now."

Lex nodded. "My car's right out there," he pointed, but seemed a little shaken at what the three of them had just witnessed.

Dawn was shaking. "You're not going after him, are you?" She whispered in a terrified little voice.

Clark looked at her. "We have to get Lana to the hospital,"

"Clark," Lex began. He took out his car keys. "You drive. Dawn and I will wait here." Clark caught the car keys easily. "Are you sure?"

"Clark, I'd trust you with my life, I think I can trust you with a car."

Without thanking him Clark picked up Lana and ran over to the Porsche.

Lex turned to Dawn. "You knew him." It wasn't a question.

Dawn glanced at him, and she seemed to be struggling with something inside herself.

"Yes," She said finally, her face pale and agitated.

"Why don't we got to my house. You don't have anywhere to go, do you?"

Dawn shook her head.

"He's . . . a vampire." Dawn started, staring down at the floor.

"A vampire." Lex tried to hide the skepticism in his voice.

"It's true!" Dawn said uncertainly, head in hands. "It's true . . ."
Lex gestured to the guestroom he had put Dawn in. "Will this do?"

Dawn stared. "Will this do? This is like more than I'll ever make in a lifetime! Of course it will do!" She looked at Lex. "Why are you doing this?"

Lex shrugged, as an unbearable surge of pity sifted through him.

"Good night, Dawn."
Lex is not hitting on Dawn, btw. He's like, a hundred years older than she is. Icky.

Bluie Twilight Star—Hee! I love that you love. Chloe/Clark roxs my soxs. Also . . . twiddles thumbs If you like Helen/Lex . . . you do realize that Helen's a vampire, right?

BashfulC—(TooDamnColdToSignInHellHasFrozenOver.com? Nice email. Hee.) Anyway, Helen's a bad guy now, so she's gonna die eventually. Damn, did I just give away the ending?! No, no I didn't. heh . . . looks odd

Supergurl15—I know, that's really why I wrote this.

(Sorry about so late in updating, my class went on a trip to a ropes course, which was HELLA fun, and of course there was the 'bonding-lets-love- a-pug' crap. Don't forget the tomatoes, air hockey, Orlando Bloom as a breakdancing Norwegian sheep, and the yo' momma jokes, so sorry if this chapter is absolutely crap! Next one is better, I promise!)