A/N: Booyah! Second chapter! Yahoo! Ahem, anyways, I have to pose the question to you again (as I did in the epilogue of Second Chance, but NO ONE REPLIED TO! **Joking glares at reviewers**): Who should now be Gracia's Watcher now that Cecelia's...ahem. A new character or...someone else? Please review and tell me. Now on with the show!
Disclaimer: **Glances nervously around** Uhh...it all belongs to the fantabulous Joss Whedon, who might wanna get that gun away from my head now. I do own some things, go figure what they are!
Dedication: All the reviewers of the first chapter!
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Damn T.V. It was playing up again, the picture jumping and the sound buzzing. Spike thumped a fist down on top of it, muttering darkly about certain T.V. salesmen finding half their families dead as payback. He'd just about had it with the set and was severely disappointed that it was a threat he couldn't carry out.
Some day, he promised himself, I'll get my hands on that idiot who put the chip in my brain and rip their throat out.
He knew it would never happen.
So at first, he thought that the banging was just an echo of the noise he was making. You never knew with this crypt. Then he realised that someone was at the entrance.
Now that surprised him. And made him wary. Nobody came to his crypt, although those that did didn't bother wasting time by knocking when they could just burst in to try to beat the living snot out of him. He made his way over, wondering if it was the Slayer, and opened the door.
Standing there, alone in the night, was a girl of about nineteen. A very pretty girl, dressed in black trousers and a tight, revealing blue top. A girl whose impossibly pale skin showed a ghostly contrast to her dark blue eyes and long, silky black hair.
He knew instantly that she was a vampire. But not only that. He knew her from somewhere else. Even though he couldn't remember where from...
"Isn't it a bit late for a schoolgirl like you to be wandering the streets?" he sneered, almost making to close the door.
The girl cocked her head and peered at him in confusion through her long eyelashes.
"Not really. I'm no schoolgirl, Spike, if your memory is still working." she said. She straightened up. And then he knew.
"Laurel," he hissed. "Been a while. You've changed a lot."
She grinned at this and bobbed something like a curtsey, although her eyes and tone stayed hostile. "Seventy years or so and you expected me to be the same? Get real Spike. And you're not the same either. I heard what you've been up to."
With a sudden burst of strength she grabbed his wrist and swung him around so that he was facing her and her back was to the crypt door.
He heard a small thud of landing behind him and, before he could react, a strong arm twisted his own up behind his back. Another caught him in a painful headlock, forcing him to look up at the face of a male vampire identical in a lot of ways to Laurel. His vamp face was on, and so, he realised, was Laurel's, when he caught sight of her.
"Hello to you as well, Thomas," Spike bit off. "So nice of you both to drop by for a social visit. Or is there some other reason you've suddenly shown up?"
"Go with the latter." Thomas growled. "We came because we heard something about you changing sides."
"Why was that, Spike?" Laurel chided sweetly. "Scared of Slayers now, are we?"
Spike sneered at her, although he knew that he was really in no position to do so. "What's it to you?"
OK, he thought, now that was really lame...
Thomas put his face closer to Spike's. "Really, Spike, we're ashamed to call you our Sire. Now answer Laurel's question." His grip tightened on Spike's neck as if to add 'or else'.
"Call it survival skills." Spike answered. He struggled slightly against the vampire's grip, but to no avail. "So, why the hell are you here?"
Laurel loomed over him with her normal face back on, her pretty but sinister smile playing on her lips.
"Just to say hi," she cooed. "And tell you this is our town now."
"First on our list is the Slayer," Thomas whispered harshly. "Next is you."
He released Spike and pushed him to the ground roughly. His face too morphed, into that of a handsome dark-haired boy. He turned away. "C'mon Laurie. Let's go." He started to walk.
Laurel went to follow, but paused to sneer down at her Sire. "See ya 'round Spike. Next time with weapons." Chuckling, she ran to catch up with her twin.
Spike watched them go, seething as he got up and dusted himself off. Next time, he would catch them by surprise and have the upper hand. He had to- he was obviously slipping.
He went in, slammed the door behind him, and lit himself a cigarette. Ignoring the broken television, he sat down and took a deep drag, lost in thought.
Things are gonna get interesting for that damn Slayer.
Very interesting.
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Well, what d'ya think? I had to add a Spike chapter soon! I mean, he is one of the (if not the) best Buffy characters around. So...intrigued to read on? ;-D Lol. Review please and tell me!
Disclaimer: **Glances nervously around** Uhh...it all belongs to the fantabulous Joss Whedon, who might wanna get that gun away from my head now. I do own some things, go figure what they are!
Dedication: All the reviewers of the first chapter!
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Damn T.V. It was playing up again, the picture jumping and the sound buzzing. Spike thumped a fist down on top of it, muttering darkly about certain T.V. salesmen finding half their families dead as payback. He'd just about had it with the set and was severely disappointed that it was a threat he couldn't carry out.
Some day, he promised himself, I'll get my hands on that idiot who put the chip in my brain and rip their throat out.
He knew it would never happen.
So at first, he thought that the banging was just an echo of the noise he was making. You never knew with this crypt. Then he realised that someone was at the entrance.
Now that surprised him. And made him wary. Nobody came to his crypt, although those that did didn't bother wasting time by knocking when they could just burst in to try to beat the living snot out of him. He made his way over, wondering if it was the Slayer, and opened the door.
Standing there, alone in the night, was a girl of about nineteen. A very pretty girl, dressed in black trousers and a tight, revealing blue top. A girl whose impossibly pale skin showed a ghostly contrast to her dark blue eyes and long, silky black hair.
He knew instantly that she was a vampire. But not only that. He knew her from somewhere else. Even though he couldn't remember where from...
"Isn't it a bit late for a schoolgirl like you to be wandering the streets?" he sneered, almost making to close the door.
The girl cocked her head and peered at him in confusion through her long eyelashes.
"Not really. I'm no schoolgirl, Spike, if your memory is still working." she said. She straightened up. And then he knew.
"Laurel," he hissed. "Been a while. You've changed a lot."
She grinned at this and bobbed something like a curtsey, although her eyes and tone stayed hostile. "Seventy years or so and you expected me to be the same? Get real Spike. And you're not the same either. I heard what you've been up to."
With a sudden burst of strength she grabbed his wrist and swung him around so that he was facing her and her back was to the crypt door.
He heard a small thud of landing behind him and, before he could react, a strong arm twisted his own up behind his back. Another caught him in a painful headlock, forcing him to look up at the face of a male vampire identical in a lot of ways to Laurel. His vamp face was on, and so, he realised, was Laurel's, when he caught sight of her.
"Hello to you as well, Thomas," Spike bit off. "So nice of you both to drop by for a social visit. Or is there some other reason you've suddenly shown up?"
"Go with the latter." Thomas growled. "We came because we heard something about you changing sides."
"Why was that, Spike?" Laurel chided sweetly. "Scared of Slayers now, are we?"
Spike sneered at her, although he knew that he was really in no position to do so. "What's it to you?"
OK, he thought, now that was really lame...
Thomas put his face closer to Spike's. "Really, Spike, we're ashamed to call you our Sire. Now answer Laurel's question." His grip tightened on Spike's neck as if to add 'or else'.
"Call it survival skills." Spike answered. He struggled slightly against the vampire's grip, but to no avail. "So, why the hell are you here?"
Laurel loomed over him with her normal face back on, her pretty but sinister smile playing on her lips.
"Just to say hi," she cooed. "And tell you this is our town now."
"First on our list is the Slayer," Thomas whispered harshly. "Next is you."
He released Spike and pushed him to the ground roughly. His face too morphed, into that of a handsome dark-haired boy. He turned away. "C'mon Laurie. Let's go." He started to walk.
Laurel went to follow, but paused to sneer down at her Sire. "See ya 'round Spike. Next time with weapons." Chuckling, she ran to catch up with her twin.
Spike watched them go, seething as he got up and dusted himself off. Next time, he would catch them by surprise and have the upper hand. He had to- he was obviously slipping.
He went in, slammed the door behind him, and lit himself a cigarette. Ignoring the broken television, he sat down and took a deep drag, lost in thought.
Things are gonna get interesting for that damn Slayer.
Very interesting.
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Well, what d'ya think? I had to add a Spike chapter soon! I mean, he is one of the (if not the) best Buffy characters around. So...intrigued to read on? ;-D Lol. Review please and tell me!