Title: Insanity
By: Punked Out B*tch
Summery: At the age of five, Buffy Summers witnessed the murder of her family. It left a permanent mark on her mind and she was never the same. She grew up in a psychiatric hospital. On her sixteenth birthday, the Warden's son decides to pay a visit to his father but keeps coming back for some reason...
AN: Kinda a sad story but I promise lots of Spuffiness and a happy ending.
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Chapter 2: The Lighter
Buffy walked slowly down the hall. Her baggy cotton white pants dragged on the tile floor. The long sleeves of her button up white shirt hid her delicate hands. She didn't bother to push away the locks of hair that fell across her face.
Her eyes still on the newly shined floor, she lifted her hand and drags it lightly against the wall. Her other had played with a silver chain similar to the chains that lay around her neck. She wore a pair of silver hoop earrings that weren't usually permitted but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore.
Buffy chewed on her bottom lip as she closed her eyes. The next thing she knew she was laying on her back. She opened her eyes fully prepared to glare at the damned person that ran into her.
She blinked a couple of times and hardly registered the apology that was sent her way. Her eyes were focused on the bright bleached hair the speaker had. She felt her kleptomania kick in.
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Spike hit the ground with a thud. He murmured a few curses as he struggled to stand. His struggle was fruitless since when he saw the person he'd run into he fell right back onto the floor. She was a beautiful girl with golden blonde hair. He hardly noticed the dark rings around her eyes and the thinness of her lips.
"Sorry, luv. Sorta got lost and..." He trailed when he realized that she wasn't paying attention to him. His brows as he realized she was staring at his hair. He raked his hand through it self consciously.
"William! There you are. You get lost?" Giles asked as he turned the corner. He frowned when he realized that he was sitting on the floor with Buffy who was staring at him as if she was about to pounce. Knowing Buffy, he knew she would. For a second he wondered what had caught her attention. He laughed as he saw Spike suddenly fuss over his hair. He should have known it would be his son's radio-active hair.
Spike glared at his dad and said, "Da, I told you. It's Spike now!"
Giles shook his head as Spike stood up. Buffy stood up too but her eyes remained locked on Spike's hair. Spike shifted uncomfortably.
"Buffy. Shouldn't you be in the in the cafeteria eating breakfast? I told Tara to make you something special for you since it's your turning sixteen." Giles said with a smile.
Buffy tore her eyes away from Spike hair to look at Giles. She replied simply, "I'm not hungry."
"Ah well you should eat. You need you energy. Oh yes this is my son William." Giles said gesturing to Spike who was now standing by a wall.
Buffy forced her eyes away from his hair and looked at the rest of him. He was wearing all black. Black shirt, black jeans, black boots and a black leather duster. Now that caught her attention. She took a step toward him and placed a hand on his sleeve. The leather was soft and worm.
Spike breath caught in his throat as she place a small hand on his arm. There was a look of curiosity in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side.
Giles smiled slightly. It's been a great while since Spike had been this flustered by a girl. It was usually the other way around.
Buffy pulled her hand away and tugged on a strand of her hair. She went back to chewing on her bottom lip and stared at the floor.
Spike sighed and leaned against the wall. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He reached in to his other pocket and pulled out a lighter.
Buffy glanced up at him and stared at his hand as he flicked the silver lighter on. A reddish orange fire was produced but it only distracted her for a second and her eyes went back to silver square between his fingers. She watched intently as he returned it to his pocket.
She looked at Giles, who was glaring at the cigarette Spike had acquired. "I think I am a little hungry."
Giles looked at her and smiled. He saw her looking at the lighter. "Good. Enjoy you breakfast."
Buffy walked over to Giles and gave him a hug. Spike, who was still a little dazed from when she had touched his arm, was pleasantly surprised when she gave him a hug, too.
"Well, William let's head to my office." Giles said as he and Spike headed down the hall.
Buffy smiled a little as she fingered the small lighter she had in her fingers. This was going to be one of her favorite objects in her collection.
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hey thank you to all my reviewers. I'm actually trying harder on this fic than the others. I'm studying to be a writer sooo..
-Punked Out B*tch
By: Punked Out B*tch
Summery: At the age of five, Buffy Summers witnessed the murder of her family. It left a permanent mark on her mind and she was never the same. She grew up in a psychiatric hospital. On her sixteenth birthday, the Warden's son decides to pay a visit to his father but keeps coming back for some reason...
AN: Kinda a sad story but I promise lots of Spuffiness and a happy ending.
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Chapter 2: The Lighter
Buffy walked slowly down the hall. Her baggy cotton white pants dragged on the tile floor. The long sleeves of her button up white shirt hid her delicate hands. She didn't bother to push away the locks of hair that fell across her face.
Her eyes still on the newly shined floor, she lifted her hand and drags it lightly against the wall. Her other had played with a silver chain similar to the chains that lay around her neck. She wore a pair of silver hoop earrings that weren't usually permitted but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore.
Buffy chewed on her bottom lip as she closed her eyes. The next thing she knew she was laying on her back. She opened her eyes fully prepared to glare at the damned person that ran into her.
She blinked a couple of times and hardly registered the apology that was sent her way. Her eyes were focused on the bright bleached hair the speaker had. She felt her kleptomania kick in.
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Spike hit the ground with a thud. He murmured a few curses as he struggled to stand. His struggle was fruitless since when he saw the person he'd run into he fell right back onto the floor. She was a beautiful girl with golden blonde hair. He hardly noticed the dark rings around her eyes and the thinness of her lips.
"Sorry, luv. Sorta got lost and..." He trailed when he realized that she wasn't paying attention to him. His brows as he realized she was staring at his hair. He raked his hand through it self consciously.
"William! There you are. You get lost?" Giles asked as he turned the corner. He frowned when he realized that he was sitting on the floor with Buffy who was staring at him as if she was about to pounce. Knowing Buffy, he knew she would. For a second he wondered what had caught her attention. He laughed as he saw Spike suddenly fuss over his hair. He should have known it would be his son's radio-active hair.
Spike glared at his dad and said, "Da, I told you. It's Spike now!"
Giles shook his head as Spike stood up. Buffy stood up too but her eyes remained locked on Spike's hair. Spike shifted uncomfortably.
"Buffy. Shouldn't you be in the in the cafeteria eating breakfast? I told Tara to make you something special for you since it's your turning sixteen." Giles said with a smile.
Buffy tore her eyes away from Spike hair to look at Giles. She replied simply, "I'm not hungry."
"Ah well you should eat. You need you energy. Oh yes this is my son William." Giles said gesturing to Spike who was now standing by a wall.
Buffy forced her eyes away from his hair and looked at the rest of him. He was wearing all black. Black shirt, black jeans, black boots and a black leather duster. Now that caught her attention. She took a step toward him and placed a hand on his sleeve. The leather was soft and worm.
Spike breath caught in his throat as she place a small hand on his arm. There was a look of curiosity in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side.
Giles smiled slightly. It's been a great while since Spike had been this flustered by a girl. It was usually the other way around.
Buffy pulled her hand away and tugged on a strand of her hair. She went back to chewing on her bottom lip and stared at the floor.
Spike sighed and leaned against the wall. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He reached in to his other pocket and pulled out a lighter.
Buffy glanced up at him and stared at his hand as he flicked the silver lighter on. A reddish orange fire was produced but it only distracted her for a second and her eyes went back to silver square between his fingers. She watched intently as he returned it to his pocket.
She looked at Giles, who was glaring at the cigarette Spike had acquired. "I think I am a little hungry."
Giles looked at her and smiled. He saw her looking at the lighter. "Good. Enjoy you breakfast."
Buffy walked over to Giles and gave him a hug. Spike, who was still a little dazed from when she had touched his arm, was pleasantly surprised when she gave him a hug, too.
"Well, William let's head to my office." Giles said as he and Spike headed down the hall.
Buffy smiled a little as she fingered the small lighter she had in her fingers. This was going to be one of her favorite objects in her collection.
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hey thank you to all my reviewers. I'm actually trying harder on this fic than the others. I'm studying to be a writer sooo..
-Punked Out B*tch