Okay! Yay, I got reviews. ::happy dance::
Thanks to....
Teri, anonymous, and to anonymous, btw, sorry but I might still try to bring Faith in because she is awesome and don't worry it would be a sane, learned her lesson Faith. T/y to Kingohearts and Summer... and wait what does tightening on the dialogue mean? I'm sorry if the dialogue is screwed up but I'm using word, then copy it to Notepad, which sucks, so it messed up, well, everything. Hmm, also, to anyone who feels like having chapters sooner, you could help a whole lot by telling my whether you want the ending to be fluffy or angsty or also by sending a hit man after my history and math teachers. Just a suggestion! .. Albeit a very good, solid suggestion because they are making my head feel shriveled of all ideas. Tell me if this way it's easier to read, or if you liked the other way better. i changed some spacing is all.
Kudos to Summer and Kingohearts for figuring out the quote~! LOL. I had been playing Buffy earlier and it got stuck in my mind and I kept saying it. Sorry!
Chapter 7 Spike's POV
So, Spike was in his room. Thinking about his bit, the girl, no woman, that was now the Slayer. He had been lying down, but got up to pace around the
room to work off some of his agitation. He was also chain smoking as badly as he had done when he had found Dru and Angelus together for the first time. Spike's
thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of his door, and he turned to angrily meet the idiot who obviously wanted to die, because no one was allowed in Spike's
room without permission. Spike turned on his heel, and growled lowly, before realizing it was Angelus. "Bloody Poof. Takes my woman and now tries to take away
my sanctuary." Spike inwardly thought, and grimaced when he saw the slow smirk starting to spread over Angelus' face. "I can guess what's thet's going to be for. A rude or lewd comment about Buffy and how I was wise to let her go because she turned into a nummy treat. Uhm, I mean, a Slayer?" Spike thought, desperately
trying to cover up his little slip before he was brought out of it by Angelus speaking.
"So, Spike, old boy, you really do have a knack for choosing the ones to save. A Slayer, and a gorgeous one at that. Wonder how easy she is?" After this comment
Angelus got a suggestive glint in his eye, which for some reason made Spike see red. The only thing that stopped Spike from hurting Angelus very much was his stupid
poofy voice stating that " that girl is the most desirable blonde in all of California. Wonder how it would seem if I laid her, then killed her. I'm sure the slut would like
it. Or, wait, do you want your "Buffy" for yourself? Not quite the little girl anymore is she, hm? And a Slayer to top it off, well you must be so ashamed. Now if she
weren't the Slayer, you have to admit you would've grabbed her and thrown her on the nearest counter."
"Angelus, get the fuck out of my room. And don't dare try to do anything to Buffy, because I made a claim on her when she was six, and that count's to you too."
Spike said in a deadly calm voice, and just raised an eyebrow as Angelus looked surprised.
"What claim? I don't see your mark." Angelus scoffed, but then Spike said
"Well, not my mark, but remember when I said that she could use my name? It counts Angelus, and you know it." Spike finished smugly. Angelus, not used to being
beat at anything, and not knowing how to react, just stormed out of the room screaming for Drusilla and saying that they were going to go hunting. Spike, elated about
his win over Angelus, suddenly realized something. If Angelus was going out, and Buffy was the Slayer in this town, he would probably meet her. And he didn't know
how good she was, but if Angelus killed her, it wouldn't be by drowning and she couldn't come back, unless he turned her.
"Shit," Spike swore, and grabbed his duster then jumped out his window so he wouldn't run into Poof and Dru before he met Buffy.
Spike hadn't been to Sunnydale before, so all the sites were new to him. It was such a small town,though, that it didn't take him long to find everything including the
cemetary. "Obvious place to look for a Slayer." He thought wryly, then began to search for the blonde girl while weaving between the tombstones. He heard a
scuffle, and turned towards the sound. Spike went between some tombstones and behind some trees to see his little bit fighting an enormous, purple, spiky demon
with wicked looking claws. It slammed her into a tree, and Spike was about to rush in and help, when she flipped back up and pulled a long sword from, well,
somewhere, and chopped off the demon's head.
Spike began clapping, face stoic, no expression at all. Buffy turned her head, startled to hear clapping. When she saw the peroxide wonder, though, she
got in her defensive mode, which Spike recognized from years of combat. She tilted her head to one side, pulling a stake out of her sleeve, and just waited. Realizing
that she probably thought he was going to attack, or was looking for a fight, Spike held up his hands in a way of peace.
"Pet, don't worry, I'm not going to try to fight you. I just wanted to talk, love."
"I'm not you pet or love. And I don't talk with vampires, I let them meet the end of the pointy wooden object here."Buffy spat.
Spike raised an eyebrow, and retorted smugly."Oh, don't talk with vampires? Was it you that said oh neat bumpies I want some to scare my friends. Or was it
another little blonde spitfire?" Buffy blushed slightly and looked away, but looked back with fire dancing in her green eyes.
"Yeah, well, you're a vampire right? So why didn't you kill me. Not exactly normal vamp style. Besides, I was young. I didn't know what the hell a vampire was.
And when I did know, I was naive enough to believe you wouldn't hurt me."
"Me? Hurt you? Never my dear." Spike deadpanned with wide eyes, feigning a look of innocence which made Buffy slightly smile.
"Oh no, you wouldn't dream of killing me, a Slayer. The other two were just accidents huh?" Buffy said, all humor gone from her voice and face now.
"Pet, I don't want to eat you. Yet, at least. I want to talk. Got somewhere to go in this town that won't have dead things popping up?" Spike sighed, wondering why
it was always so difficult to try to get a Slayer to talk. He had tried to talk to one of them, but she had brought up the killing of one of her "sisters", also.
Buffy looked at Spike, shocked, but nodded.
"Fine, fang-face. Tomorrow, 10'o clock. Meet me at the Bronze. We'll talk, but if you even try to hurt me or someone else at the club, you will get very intimate with
Mr.Pointy.
"Mr. Pointy? What kind of name is that?"Spike asked, but stopped when he saw the look on her face.He cleared his throat and continued. "Oh, very classy love.
Right, I'll meet you at the Bronze tomorrow, 10 en punta. See ya there, pet."
Spike walked off towards his house, before remembering something. "Damn," Spike swore, running to catch up with the Slayer. "Wait, love," he yelled when he saw her. "Where in the bleeding fuck is the Bronze, and what?" Spike said, looking confused. Buffy burst out laughing at him and replied flippantly. "Well honey, if you don't know, you never will. If you want to talk bad enough, you'll find a way." With an impish wink, a blown kiss, and a flip of her hair, Buffy was gone, and Spike was left standing there, looking confused, before he loped off to his house, to order his servants to find out where the Bronze was.
Thanks to....
Teri, anonymous, and to anonymous, btw, sorry but I might still try to bring Faith in because she is awesome and don't worry it would be a sane, learned her lesson Faith. T/y to Kingohearts and Summer... and wait what does tightening on the dialogue mean? I'm sorry if the dialogue is screwed up but I'm using word, then copy it to Notepad, which sucks, so it messed up, well, everything. Hmm, also, to anyone who feels like having chapters sooner, you could help a whole lot by telling my whether you want the ending to be fluffy or angsty or also by sending a hit man after my history and math teachers. Just a suggestion! .. Albeit a very good, solid suggestion because they are making my head feel shriveled of all ideas. Tell me if this way it's easier to read, or if you liked the other way better. i changed some spacing is all.
Kudos to Summer and Kingohearts for figuring out the quote~! LOL. I had been playing Buffy earlier and it got stuck in my mind and I kept saying it. Sorry!
Chapter 7 Spike's POV
So, Spike was in his room. Thinking about his bit, the girl, no woman, that was now the Slayer. He had been lying down, but got up to pace around the
room to work off some of his agitation. He was also chain smoking as badly as he had done when he had found Dru and Angelus together for the first time. Spike's
thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of his door, and he turned to angrily meet the idiot who obviously wanted to die, because no one was allowed in Spike's
room without permission. Spike turned on his heel, and growled lowly, before realizing it was Angelus. "Bloody Poof. Takes my woman and now tries to take away
my sanctuary." Spike inwardly thought, and grimaced when he saw the slow smirk starting to spread over Angelus' face. "I can guess what's thet's going to be for. A rude or lewd comment about Buffy and how I was wise to let her go because she turned into a nummy treat. Uhm, I mean, a Slayer?" Spike thought, desperately
trying to cover up his little slip before he was brought out of it by Angelus speaking.
"So, Spike, old boy, you really do have a knack for choosing the ones to save. A Slayer, and a gorgeous one at that. Wonder how easy she is?" After this comment
Angelus got a suggestive glint in his eye, which for some reason made Spike see red. The only thing that stopped Spike from hurting Angelus very much was his stupid
poofy voice stating that " that girl is the most desirable blonde in all of California. Wonder how it would seem if I laid her, then killed her. I'm sure the slut would like
it. Or, wait, do you want your "Buffy" for yourself? Not quite the little girl anymore is she, hm? And a Slayer to top it off, well you must be so ashamed. Now if she
weren't the Slayer, you have to admit you would've grabbed her and thrown her on the nearest counter."
"Angelus, get the fuck out of my room. And don't dare try to do anything to Buffy, because I made a claim on her when she was six, and that count's to you too."
Spike said in a deadly calm voice, and just raised an eyebrow as Angelus looked surprised.
"What claim? I don't see your mark." Angelus scoffed, but then Spike said
"Well, not my mark, but remember when I said that she could use my name? It counts Angelus, and you know it." Spike finished smugly. Angelus, not used to being
beat at anything, and not knowing how to react, just stormed out of the room screaming for Drusilla and saying that they were going to go hunting. Spike, elated about
his win over Angelus, suddenly realized something. If Angelus was going out, and Buffy was the Slayer in this town, he would probably meet her. And he didn't know
how good she was, but if Angelus killed her, it wouldn't be by drowning and she couldn't come back, unless he turned her.
"Shit," Spike swore, and grabbed his duster then jumped out his window so he wouldn't run into Poof and Dru before he met Buffy.
Spike hadn't been to Sunnydale before, so all the sites were new to him. It was such a small town,though, that it didn't take him long to find everything including the
cemetary. "Obvious place to look for a Slayer." He thought wryly, then began to search for the blonde girl while weaving between the tombstones. He heard a
scuffle, and turned towards the sound. Spike went between some tombstones and behind some trees to see his little bit fighting an enormous, purple, spiky demon
with wicked looking claws. It slammed her into a tree, and Spike was about to rush in and help, when she flipped back up and pulled a long sword from, well,
somewhere, and chopped off the demon's head.
Spike began clapping, face stoic, no expression at all. Buffy turned her head, startled to hear clapping. When she saw the peroxide wonder, though, she
got in her defensive mode, which Spike recognized from years of combat. She tilted her head to one side, pulling a stake out of her sleeve, and just waited. Realizing
that she probably thought he was going to attack, or was looking for a fight, Spike held up his hands in a way of peace.
"Pet, don't worry, I'm not going to try to fight you. I just wanted to talk, love."
"I'm not you pet or love. And I don't talk with vampires, I let them meet the end of the pointy wooden object here."Buffy spat.
Spike raised an eyebrow, and retorted smugly."Oh, don't talk with vampires? Was it you that said oh neat bumpies I want some to scare my friends. Or was it
another little blonde spitfire?" Buffy blushed slightly and looked away, but looked back with fire dancing in her green eyes.
"Yeah, well, you're a vampire right? So why didn't you kill me. Not exactly normal vamp style. Besides, I was young. I didn't know what the hell a vampire was.
And when I did know, I was naive enough to believe you wouldn't hurt me."
"Me? Hurt you? Never my dear." Spike deadpanned with wide eyes, feigning a look of innocence which made Buffy slightly smile.
"Oh no, you wouldn't dream of killing me, a Slayer. The other two were just accidents huh?" Buffy said, all humor gone from her voice and face now.
"Pet, I don't want to eat you. Yet, at least. I want to talk. Got somewhere to go in this town that won't have dead things popping up?" Spike sighed, wondering why
it was always so difficult to try to get a Slayer to talk. He had tried to talk to one of them, but she had brought up the killing of one of her "sisters", also.
Buffy looked at Spike, shocked, but nodded.
"Fine, fang-face. Tomorrow, 10'o clock. Meet me at the Bronze. We'll talk, but if you even try to hurt me or someone else at the club, you will get very intimate with
Mr.Pointy.
"Mr. Pointy? What kind of name is that?"Spike asked, but stopped when he saw the look on her face.He cleared his throat and continued. "Oh, very classy love.
Right, I'll meet you at the Bronze tomorrow, 10 en punta. See ya there, pet."
Spike walked off towards his house, before remembering something. "Damn," Spike swore, running to catch up with the Slayer. "Wait, love," he yelled when he saw her. "Where in the bleeding fuck is the Bronze, and what?" Spike said, looking confused. Buffy burst out laughing at him and replied flippantly. "Well honey, if you don't know, you never will. If you want to talk bad enough, you'll find a way." With an impish wink, a blown kiss, and a flip of her hair, Buffy was gone, and Spike was left standing there, looking confused, before he loped off to his house, to order his servants to find out where the Bronze was.