chapter 10
AHHHH!!! FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME!!! ::begs on knees:: I'm so sorry. To be dreadfully honest I forgot I had a story on here. In defense of myself, I have 3 books 2 read this summer for high school and I'm behind on those 2. Thank you all that reviewed! mwuah! I love my fans.::strikes a pose::
disclaimer: No.. I don't Own Buffy. I wouldn't want to. Although I wish I could own Spike...... Damn Joss Whedon :(:(
* all thoughts are gunna be from spike's mind cuz his is just so much fun to delve into and make colorful innuendos from *
~ indicates spike's evil part.aka demon soul. * is good part. the sexy lovable good sexer nice sweet etc etc :)
"Er pet, you see you'd be in my hotel room because I thought it only right manners to bring you somewhere safe after I er, well, knocked you out accidentally." Spike said this then looked at Buffy again, and began wondering if he should have some plan in case she goes balistic. Luckily Spike was saved from this happening, however she did start hyperventilating?!
*What the bloody f-ing hell!? Why's the chit breathing so hard!*
"Buffy, love calm down! I'm not going to bite you or kill you or anything if that's what your worried about.." Spike spoke all this looking very anxious at the thought of her passing out again from fear of him. Then he realized something. Her sporadic breathing was caused by laughter!
"Er.. Love? Is there a reason your laughing so ... exuberantly?" Spike said cautiously as though not to alarm her.
"Well Spike m'boy. I'm laughing so ..."exuberantly" as you say because this picture is so fucked up. I'm sitting in the bed of a vampire, who has killed numerous slayers, and I also happen to be a slayer. I think the situation warrants exuberant laughter don't you? I mean, my life couldn't become more messed up could it? And now the savior from my past comes back as the fanged fury I have to fight and kill and .." Buffy broke off then, because she started crying so hard that she couldnt continue. Spike was at a complete loss as of what to do. So he sat on the bed and pat Buffy's back, and just murmured words of encouragement to her until she fell asleep. This didn't take too long though, because it was already late for one and for another thing she was completely warn out.
*Poor chit. This is not the sunshiney girl I met all those years ago. Slaying plus life's lessons must have taken a toll on her, yet I have a feeling that the little girl with the amazing eyes is still there. Just probably not the happiest around evil undead blood sucking vampires? Yeah.. that must be it. I'll just have to show her that I'm not like the rest of them. *
~ But Spike. You are like the rest of them. You're worse, you've killed more slayers than the rest of them. You know you can't wait until you get the bitch off guard and then suck her dry. Well.. there are other things you probably wish you could do first eh mate?~
After this statement from Who Knows Where, Spike sat there and contemplated that statement from..well.. Who Knows Where.
* I swear.. I wonder if subconcious voices can leer. Because that was a leering voice.*
Spike's minds ramblings were interrupted at that moment though, because Buffy began to move around in her sleep. Spike frowned and got up from where he was sitting to go stand by her and was about to shake her awake when he felt his Sire's call also.
"Damn Slayer sense, it must be waking her up." Spike muttered under his breath, however he was amazed her slayer sense was so well adapted to be able to sense his sire before he did.
* Oh shit.. got to hide slayer if sire is planning on coming in here.* And so Spike grabbed Buffy, albeit gently, and moved her into a secret room that his sire didn't know about and shut the door against smells of her, then proceeded to quickly air out the room and spray scents to confuse the senses. Just as Spike turned the pillow over and got under the covers to feign sleep his Sire, the great poofwad Angelus, entered the room.
"Spike! Get your lazy arse up this moment boy we need to make plans about killing the slayer." Angelus yelled while pulling the sheets off Spike.
"Oy! I was sleeping poofwad!" Spike said in an agitated voice and then pulled the covers back. Angelus just let out a hearty laugh then sat on the bed also.
"You know Spike, you seem to have the most influence over our dear Buffy. Do tell how you plan to kill your next slayer?" Angelus said, somewhat bitterly as he himself had yet to kill a slayer. Spike was just about to respond to his sire when he noticed the look on Angelus's face change from one of humor to one of anger. Spike looked at what Angelus was staring at, and felt his heart jump alive again for a minute. Angelus was staring at Buffy's jacket, which had at some point come off her, and was laying by the bed. Spike, even over all the cover up scents, could smell the vanilla scent that was unmistakingly Buffy. * Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit...* was the mantra going over and over again in Spike's mind. Angelus bent down, picked up the jacket, and then grinned a wolfish grin at Spike.
"So Spike.. going to begin playing with your food first?!" Angelus began this sentence with a joking tone, and ended in a sinister one that made Spike's hairs curl on end. He was contemplating running when his Sire was suddenly on him, hitting his face and anywhere else until Spike rolled away and began to run for the door. However, as fate would have it, Buffy chose that moment to walk out into the main room.
"Spike I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me I was rude before and.." Buffy's voice broke off as she saw Angelus in the room and Spike almost out the door. Her green eyes got big and round for a second, giving her the illusion of innocence, before they narrowed and became cold as chips of ice. She let 2 stakes slide out of her shirt arms, and got into a fighting stance before lunging at Angelus.
..review if u want more.. dont and you'll wait another 2 months! Lol
AHHHH!!! FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME!!! ::begs on knees:: I'm so sorry. To be dreadfully honest I forgot I had a story on here. In defense of myself, I have 3 books 2 read this summer for high school and I'm behind on those 2. Thank you all that reviewed! mwuah! I love my fans.::strikes a pose::
disclaimer: No.. I don't Own Buffy. I wouldn't want to. Although I wish I could own Spike...... Damn Joss Whedon :(:(
* all thoughts are gunna be from spike's mind cuz his is just so much fun to delve into and make colorful innuendos from *
~ indicates spike's evil part.aka demon soul. * is good part. the sexy lovable good sexer nice sweet etc etc :)
"Er pet, you see you'd be in my hotel room because I thought it only right manners to bring you somewhere safe after I er, well, knocked you out accidentally." Spike said this then looked at Buffy again, and began wondering if he should have some plan in case she goes balistic. Luckily Spike was saved from this happening, however she did start hyperventilating?!
*What the bloody f-ing hell!? Why's the chit breathing so hard!*
"Buffy, love calm down! I'm not going to bite you or kill you or anything if that's what your worried about.." Spike spoke all this looking very anxious at the thought of her passing out again from fear of him. Then he realized something. Her sporadic breathing was caused by laughter!
"Er.. Love? Is there a reason your laughing so ... exuberantly?" Spike said cautiously as though not to alarm her.
"Well Spike m'boy. I'm laughing so ..."exuberantly" as you say because this picture is so fucked up. I'm sitting in the bed of a vampire, who has killed numerous slayers, and I also happen to be a slayer. I think the situation warrants exuberant laughter don't you? I mean, my life couldn't become more messed up could it? And now the savior from my past comes back as the fanged fury I have to fight and kill and .." Buffy broke off then, because she started crying so hard that she couldnt continue. Spike was at a complete loss as of what to do. So he sat on the bed and pat Buffy's back, and just murmured words of encouragement to her until she fell asleep. This didn't take too long though, because it was already late for one and for another thing she was completely warn out.
*Poor chit. This is not the sunshiney girl I met all those years ago. Slaying plus life's lessons must have taken a toll on her, yet I have a feeling that the little girl with the amazing eyes is still there. Just probably not the happiest around evil undead blood sucking vampires? Yeah.. that must be it. I'll just have to show her that I'm not like the rest of them. *
~ But Spike. You are like the rest of them. You're worse, you've killed more slayers than the rest of them. You know you can't wait until you get the bitch off guard and then suck her dry. Well.. there are other things you probably wish you could do first eh mate?~
After this statement from Who Knows Where, Spike sat there and contemplated that statement from..well.. Who Knows Where.
* I swear.. I wonder if subconcious voices can leer. Because that was a leering voice.*
Spike's minds ramblings were interrupted at that moment though, because Buffy began to move around in her sleep. Spike frowned and got up from where he was sitting to go stand by her and was about to shake her awake when he felt his Sire's call also.
"Damn Slayer sense, it must be waking her up." Spike muttered under his breath, however he was amazed her slayer sense was so well adapted to be able to sense his sire before he did.
* Oh shit.. got to hide slayer if sire is planning on coming in here.* And so Spike grabbed Buffy, albeit gently, and moved her into a secret room that his sire didn't know about and shut the door against smells of her, then proceeded to quickly air out the room and spray scents to confuse the senses. Just as Spike turned the pillow over and got under the covers to feign sleep his Sire, the great poofwad Angelus, entered the room.
"Spike! Get your lazy arse up this moment boy we need to make plans about killing the slayer." Angelus yelled while pulling the sheets off Spike.
"Oy! I was sleeping poofwad!" Spike said in an agitated voice and then pulled the covers back. Angelus just let out a hearty laugh then sat on the bed also.
"You know Spike, you seem to have the most influence over our dear Buffy. Do tell how you plan to kill your next slayer?" Angelus said, somewhat bitterly as he himself had yet to kill a slayer. Spike was just about to respond to his sire when he noticed the look on Angelus's face change from one of humor to one of anger. Spike looked at what Angelus was staring at, and felt his heart jump alive again for a minute. Angelus was staring at Buffy's jacket, which had at some point come off her, and was laying by the bed. Spike, even over all the cover up scents, could smell the vanilla scent that was unmistakingly Buffy. * Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit...* was the mantra going over and over again in Spike's mind. Angelus bent down, picked up the jacket, and then grinned a wolfish grin at Spike.
"So Spike.. going to begin playing with your food first?!" Angelus began this sentence with a joking tone, and ended in a sinister one that made Spike's hairs curl on end. He was contemplating running when his Sire was suddenly on him, hitting his face and anywhere else until Spike rolled away and began to run for the door. However, as fate would have it, Buffy chose that moment to walk out into the main room.
"Spike I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me I was rude before and.." Buffy's voice broke off as she saw Angelus in the room and Spike almost out the door. Her green eyes got big and round for a second, giving her the illusion of innocence, before they narrowed and became cold as chips of ice. She let 2 stakes slide out of her shirt arms, and got into a fighting stance before lunging at Angelus.
..review if u want more.. dont and you'll wait another 2 months! Lol