Thank you to those who reviewed:Infinity Serenity, Alyssa, Spikestruelove, wolf116, and Kim. Sorry babes about the delay. Damn the teachers for giving me homework, its all their fault. lol. So ya.. bet you wanna get onto the story now dont you? K.. then read below.. also fyi ** is thoughts, because I got tired of quotation marks. Yes that is the reason, and since I own this fic(of course not the characters lol ) I can do what I want.. Ohhhh the power makes me feel all tingly.. :)
CH 9
Outsider's view, one part is Buffy's view I think and Spike's view, not sure which So you can figure it out.
Buffy gasped as she saw Xander hit the wall, and then ran over to him to see if he was all right. Spike just stood there smirking, not attempting to help or to apologise for his actions. Enraged at his cockyness, Buffy got up and stalked over to him, grabbing his arm and proceeding to yank him outside. Once into the alley outside The Bronze, Buffy shoved Spike up against the brick wall, hand on his windpipe.
*Lucky for me I don't have to breathe* Spike thought wryly, right before he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground by one mightily pissed of Slayer.
"What the hell do you think you were doing? " Buffy hissed at him.
"I, pet, am a Vampire. The whelp was pissing me off. Thus, me smacking him into a wall." Spike said, smirking once again.
"You, you, ugh! You're so annoying I don't even have a word for you!"
"Well pet, it's not my fault. The whelp's very presence sends off these "punch me" vibes."
"Really? Well, that's what you send off to. So I guess that makes this okay," Buffy replied, the punched Spike squarely in the jaw.
"Bloody hell, you bint! That fucking hurt! Oh no you don't missy, no more hit the Spike, I'm not a sodding punching bag" Spike said, catching Buffy's fist as she attempted to hit him again. Spike tsked Buffy, letting her pull her arm away from him. "Now luv, that's normally not the way to a man's heart. Hitting him?." Spike said chastisingly.
"Oh, but I do know a way to get to your heart. A sharp, wooden, pointy way." And with that, Buffy pulled a stake out of, well, where ever the bloody hell she keeps those things. Spike's mind went on a little vacation fantasing about yummy ways to turn this thought naughty before he was brought back to the present by a powerful kick that sent him careening into the wall.
*Right then mate, stop the crazy blonde chit from staking your arse now, wank off to fantasy images of crazy blonde bint later.*
"Hey now pet, watch where you put that thing. Wouldn't want your old friend Spike to end up in an ash tray now would we?" Spike said nervously as Buffy got dangerously close to staking him.
"Actually, friend, that's exactly what I'm trying to do." She replied with false sweetness in her voice.
"Now pet why would you want to do that?" This comment stopped Buffy's fighting, and she got a comical expression on her face.
"Why? Uh, Spike. Hate to break it to you, but, you vampire, me Slayer. We fight, and you end up in a little dusty pile. Heard of that before, oh great Slayer of Slayers?" Buffy said, starting off seriously and ending in a bitter tone.
*Damn, how did she hear about my own er slaying. Now the chit thinks I wanna kill her. Which I do, of course.... ya.. that's right. I want to kill the chit.. *Even in Spike's mind this sounded weak. *Oh well, so you have a soft spot for the girl you used to know. This isn't the little girl. This is a big girl, a big mean girl with a stake who is looking ready to pounce on you. Oh delicious, more naughty thoughts. Damnnit, pay attention to the fight, mate. *
Buffy sent a flying kick straight to Spike's mid region, causing him to hunch over, and her to hit the back of his neck making him fall to the floor. Spike then got back up, and kicked Buffy against a wall. She flew through the air and hit a wall, crumpling to the floor. *Eh, oops? Little too much restrained anger there, mate.* Spike went to check on the Slayer, hoping she was alright. He knelt down and felt her pulse, which was steady and all, but she appeared to be unconcious. *Uh oh, man. Well you can't just leave her here. Either a vampire, demon or some rapist would find her. Guess the only choice is to bring her to back to my hotel room.* Spike finished this thought, ignoring the little butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Buffy in his bed, making everything in his room smell like her. (Note: Spike has his own hotel room away from Dru and Angelus because Come on, he's a big boy. He can take care of himself. Plus he got tired of hearing them hump like rapid bunnies.) Spike carefully picked Buffy up, and carried her to his car. He then drove them both back to his apartment, which was actually very classy. After all people, he's a vampire. Flash some fangs and get some service. It's Spike's personal motto. Spike placed Buffy on the queen sized bed, which had black silk sheets, since Spike had bought the hotel room, and wasn't just renting it. So he had changed it to suit his needs and to match his color scheme. The walls were red, with a black ceiling, and he had black leather coaches and chairs, with black and red pillows placed on his bed. He also had the most expensive of tv's and sound system, vcr, dvd player, and computers. He had to keep up with the times didn't he? His bathroom, surprising, was not in black and red. It was actually in shades of blue. *I wonder what color scheme Buffy has in her room. What are the favorite colors of slayers? Black? Naw, they see too much blac. Red? No, too much like blood. But those are the only colors that would match a Slayer's personality. What should their favorite colors be, purple and orange?*Spike nearly gagged at that thought.
He tried to imagine Buffy sitting in an orange and purple room, but was brought out of this horrendous vision by a slight moaning and shifting. Spike got up out of his chair, and went over to the bed to find Buffy waking up. Spike checked the clock and was amazed to find that his Slayer had been knocked out for nearly 3 hours. *Guess I don't know my own strength* Spike thought sheepishly. Buffy groaned again, and sat up in bed. She blinked a couple of times to get use to the low lighting of a vampire's casa, and then realized that she most definetely was not in her house. Although the color schemes were very nice and ...*Okay Buffy stop thinking about interior decorating and try to figure out where you are and why!* Buffy scolded herself, then turned her head to notice a peroxided vampire sitting anxiously next to her, as though awaiting the scream fest to begin.
CH 9
Outsider's view, one part is Buffy's view I think and Spike's view, not sure which So you can figure it out.
Buffy gasped as she saw Xander hit the wall, and then ran over to him to see if he was all right. Spike just stood there smirking, not attempting to help or to apologise for his actions. Enraged at his cockyness, Buffy got up and stalked over to him, grabbing his arm and proceeding to yank him outside. Once into the alley outside The Bronze, Buffy shoved Spike up against the brick wall, hand on his windpipe.
*Lucky for me I don't have to breathe* Spike thought wryly, right before he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground by one mightily pissed of Slayer.
"What the hell do you think you were doing? " Buffy hissed at him.
"I, pet, am a Vampire. The whelp was pissing me off. Thus, me smacking him into a wall." Spike said, smirking once again.
"You, you, ugh! You're so annoying I don't even have a word for you!"
"Well pet, it's not my fault. The whelp's very presence sends off these "punch me" vibes."
"Really? Well, that's what you send off to. So I guess that makes this okay," Buffy replied, the punched Spike squarely in the jaw.
"Bloody hell, you bint! That fucking hurt! Oh no you don't missy, no more hit the Spike, I'm not a sodding punching bag" Spike said, catching Buffy's fist as she attempted to hit him again. Spike tsked Buffy, letting her pull her arm away from him. "Now luv, that's normally not the way to a man's heart. Hitting him?." Spike said chastisingly.
"Oh, but I do know a way to get to your heart. A sharp, wooden, pointy way." And with that, Buffy pulled a stake out of, well, where ever the bloody hell she keeps those things. Spike's mind went on a little vacation fantasing about yummy ways to turn this thought naughty before he was brought back to the present by a powerful kick that sent him careening into the wall.
*Right then mate, stop the crazy blonde chit from staking your arse now, wank off to fantasy images of crazy blonde bint later.*
"Hey now pet, watch where you put that thing. Wouldn't want your old friend Spike to end up in an ash tray now would we?" Spike said nervously as Buffy got dangerously close to staking him.
"Actually, friend, that's exactly what I'm trying to do." She replied with false sweetness in her voice.
"Now pet why would you want to do that?" This comment stopped Buffy's fighting, and she got a comical expression on her face.
"Why? Uh, Spike. Hate to break it to you, but, you vampire, me Slayer. We fight, and you end up in a little dusty pile. Heard of that before, oh great Slayer of Slayers?" Buffy said, starting off seriously and ending in a bitter tone.
*Damn, how did she hear about my own er slaying. Now the chit thinks I wanna kill her. Which I do, of course.... ya.. that's right. I want to kill the chit.. *Even in Spike's mind this sounded weak. *Oh well, so you have a soft spot for the girl you used to know. This isn't the little girl. This is a big girl, a big mean girl with a stake who is looking ready to pounce on you. Oh delicious, more naughty thoughts. Damnnit, pay attention to the fight, mate. *
Buffy sent a flying kick straight to Spike's mid region, causing him to hunch over, and her to hit the back of his neck making him fall to the floor. Spike then got back up, and kicked Buffy against a wall. She flew through the air and hit a wall, crumpling to the floor. *Eh, oops? Little too much restrained anger there, mate.* Spike went to check on the Slayer, hoping she was alright. He knelt down and felt her pulse, which was steady and all, but she appeared to be unconcious. *Uh oh, man. Well you can't just leave her here. Either a vampire, demon or some rapist would find her. Guess the only choice is to bring her to back to my hotel room.* Spike finished this thought, ignoring the little butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Buffy in his bed, making everything in his room smell like her. (Note: Spike has his own hotel room away from Dru and Angelus because Come on, he's a big boy. He can take care of himself. Plus he got tired of hearing them hump like rapid bunnies.) Spike carefully picked Buffy up, and carried her to his car. He then drove them both back to his apartment, which was actually very classy. After all people, he's a vampire. Flash some fangs and get some service. It's Spike's personal motto. Spike placed Buffy on the queen sized bed, which had black silk sheets, since Spike had bought the hotel room, and wasn't just renting it. So he had changed it to suit his needs and to match his color scheme. The walls were red, with a black ceiling, and he had black leather coaches and chairs, with black and red pillows placed on his bed. He also had the most expensive of tv's and sound system, vcr, dvd player, and computers. He had to keep up with the times didn't he? His bathroom, surprising, was not in black and red. It was actually in shades of blue. *I wonder what color scheme Buffy has in her room. What are the favorite colors of slayers? Black? Naw, they see too much blac. Red? No, too much like blood. But those are the only colors that would match a Slayer's personality. What should their favorite colors be, purple and orange?*Spike nearly gagged at that thought.
He tried to imagine Buffy sitting in an orange and purple room, but was brought out of this horrendous vision by a slight moaning and shifting. Spike got up out of his chair, and went over to the bed to find Buffy waking up. Spike checked the clock and was amazed to find that his Slayer had been knocked out for nearly 3 hours. *Guess I don't know my own strength* Spike thought sheepishly. Buffy groaned again, and sat up in bed. She blinked a couple of times to get use to the low lighting of a vampire's casa, and then realized that she most definetely was not in her house. Although the color schemes were very nice and ...*Okay Buffy stop thinking about interior decorating and try to figure out where you are and why!* Buffy scolded herself, then turned her head to notice a peroxided vampire sitting anxiously next to her, as though awaiting the scream fest to begin.