Spike went upstairs, to the room him and Drusilla normally shared, hoping that wanker Angelus was gone and had left Dru. As he walked into the room, he nearly gagged from the heady smell of sex in the room that normally smelled of the Jasmine perfume Drusilla wore and Spike's own cologne. He didn't know why, but he liked the scent of Ralph Lauren for Men. ( I know why, because I love that scent and right now he's my puppet. Dance my love dance~! But I don't own him. Damn Joss Whedon anyways. Uh, sorry, read on.)However, it just fueled his ever present hate for the poof. Spike began walking from room to room, seeing if Drusilla was in any of them. As he reached the end of the rooms, he let out a howl of frustration.
"Angelus probably took her out to get something to eat, but for himself since he cares nothing for Dru."Spike thought.
"Ohwell, I guess I get to eat Buffy.Or should I save her for Dru? Dru probably will have eaten though, so I can eat her."
As Spike was thinking this, his feet had unknowingly taken him down the stairs and to Buffy.Or to where Buffy should have been. The little blonde girl wasn't where Spike had said for her to be.
"Fuck"Spike said out loud. He wasn't up to "fast-food" at the moment and if she had run away then he would have to catch her. Spike started looking through the house to see if maybe she had just wandered off, as kids were curious, or so he was told. He froze, though, when he heard voices that were defiantly not a six year old's. Spike sped up his walking and peered into the library to see the bit and Angelus and Dru all sitting in front of the fire. "Shit," Spike swore softly, he had hoped that Angelus wouldn't find the girl, he didn't fancy cleaning more blood out of the carpet and Angelus tended to be a bit messy with his victims. The thought of Angelus tearing up this little girl made Spike's black, unbeating heart twist in a way he would rather not analyze at the moment. However, his voice had alerted Angelus, because even though it was so soft vampires have very good hearing, and sight.
"Spike my boy," Angelus started while smirking smugly," We were just talking to this delightful little creature, and it seems you were taking her for icecream?" He finished with mocking in his voice.
"Oh, my precious Azul has tricked the little girl, and has led the little lamb from her flock. Like a bad dog, he is." This was said by Drusilla, a pale vampiress with raven black hair and mesmorizing eyes, and followed by a childish giggle.
"Mr. Spike didn't lie to me, he is taking me to get icecream, we had to stop by to get me a sweater because he didn't want me to get sick" Buffy said with superiority to Dru's comment." And I am not a sheep or whatever you said , mam."
After this was said, she sat back down with a "hmph" and it was all Spike could do not to burst out laughing. This little bitty "Buffy" really had earned her name, for she had just said that to three master vampires, and although she didn't know that, their presence seemed to radiate evil and yet she had spoken like that without worrying about getting, well, eaten.
"Oh really? Spike, you really shouldn't have lied to her. It's not nice. You don't want to be damned do you?"Angelus said with a leer.
At this comment, Buffy looked at Spike with conflicting emotions swirling in her eyes. One of the major ones was betrayal, battling with trust for him still. "Bloody hell,"Spike thought." She still trusts me kind of even after all this. The little bint is going to get crushed later on in life."He finished this thought with out realizing that he basically said, erm, thought that he wasn't going to kill her.
"Spike, did you lie?" Buffy said with a tremor in her voice, as though she might start crying anytime soon.
"Huh? oh, well, uhm... yeah" "Smooth Spike, real smooth," he thought after this statement.
At this Buffy looked up, startled that he really had lied, and that he admitted it. The look in her eyes was so heartbreaking that it made Spike want to take it back. Angelus and Drusilla had left the room sometime during this exchange, and Spike was furious at them for putting him in this spot.
" Pet, well, you see, I'm not someone nice."Spike began, but was interrupted by the bit.
"Yes you are, Mr. Spike, I think it was tha mean man and pretty lady's influence because my mommy says that I shouldn't give in to peer pressure and when I asked what that was she said it was doing or saying what others wanted me to and so I think you shouldn't either." This was said all in one breath, which made Spike think that possibly the girl already had vampire lungs.
"Pet, I'm not giving in to peer pressure, I was telling the truth. Now, I have to, uhm, oh sod it. Get lost, Bit." Spike said, because he just couldn't even think of killing this elfling at the moment, because she had her big green eyes focused on him. She jerked her head back a bit at the " get lost" part, and was about to speak but Spike wouldn't let her say anything more.
"Pet, get lost or I'll kill you okay?"He said while flashing his demon face. Instead of running, or screaming, or fainting, however, as he thought Buffy would do, she merely walked closer to him. Wondering what on earth she was doing, he was shocked to feel her tug on his hand. To appease her, he kneeled down so he was face to well vampire face with her. It shocked Spike, the master vampire, the meanest of vampires, the most bloody in killing, to feel the little nymphs hands on his face. As though examining the ridges.
"How do you do that? Can I do it, too?" She asked, not the bit scared, just sounding a bit amazed.
"No, uhm, pet, you can't. Now you have to go, okay?"Spike said, startled by her reaction and by her question.
"Why not? It's neat, and I would love to scare some of my friends by going all "gr" on them." Buffy said, still running her hands over the ridges and looking at them while speaking to Spike. Wait, did she say scare her friends? Spike laughed, "This little girl was going to be a spit-fire when she got older. Has a bit too much heart, and might end up getting killed, but if she did it would most likely be because she had tried to save someone." He thought.
" Pet, you know the way we walked here? Do you remember?" Buffy nodded, and so Spike continued. "Buffy, you need to walk back through there okay? Just go on, walk through there, and if any people with faces like mine stop you, just say to ask Spike, okay pet? Can you do that?" He knew he shouldn't be giving her merit to use his name for protection, but the thought of any vampire killing this little wonder was just too much for him to bear.
" Okay Mr.Spike. I'll do that." Buffy said, then kissed his forehead, bumps and all, then proceeded to skip down the hall and out the door.
When Buffy got home, there were red and blue flashing lights all around, because her parents had called the police when they found her missing. "Elizabeth!" Her mother called, and ran to her while her father told the police it was all right. "Oh baby, you have no idea how scared we were! Don't ever do that again, Elizabeth." Joyce Summers, Buffy's mother, said while hugging her baby girl. Hank Summers, Buffy's father came up and began saying the same thing when he was interrupted by his wayward daughter.
"No mommy, no daddy. My name isn't Elizabeth, it's Buffy now!" She said, giggling. Her parents shared a look, and then just nodded there consent. The family walked inside, the parents forgetting to ask their daughter where she had been in the joy of having her back. And standing in the shadows, only being able to be detected by the stub of a lighted cigarette, was the vampire that had followed Buffy home to make sure she was okay. As he was about to leave, he saw the front door open and Buffy come out.
"Not again"Spike thought. But Buffy just looked to right where he was, and waved slightly. Then turned around and ran inside. He was amazed by this young girl again, she had detected him when noone else would've been able to. Shaking his head, Spike slowly began walking back home, sticking to the shadows he belonged in.


Okay, well, review if you want me to write more. ::evil grin:: no that wasn't the end of the story, you just have to tell me if you want me to write more. or if you hated it even.
Also, for the disclaimer, I don't own, You can't sue.