Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
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Chapter Title: Angel
Summary: It's Dawn and Connor's date. It gets disturbed by an old friend. Plus, Spuffy action!
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"WHAT!?!" exclaimed Buffy and Spike at the same time.
"W-Well, he and Deanna are the main reasons that Dawnie's doing so well a- and, um he sounds noble," offered the redhead
"Noble," scoffed Spike about to light up a cigarette. Which Buffy immediately took and threw into the disposal.
"We haven't even met him. How do we know he's not some sort of druggie or something. Dawn! Come here!" Down came the teenager wearing a maroon halter with jeans and had a denim jacket over her shoulder.
"You are not wearing that!" said the ex-vampire firmly.
"Oh, please. Buffy wore a lot worse stuff at my age. May I remind you of the skirts to here," retorted Dawn indicating with her hand.
Buffy blushed and asked, "Well, how old is he?"
"Freshman in college this fall."
"Way to old," replied Buffy immediately.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. "Okay, may I please also remind you of your boyfriend at this age. Two hundred and some change years old."
Buffy blushed and pulled Spike down to her ear. She whispered something, and he responded back, with her nodding and rolling her eyes, but grinning just the same. "You can go out with him." Dawn jumped up and down in joy. "But, stay in public areas, with this Thanatos guy, be lucky I'm even letting you out of the house."
Willow and Tara announced that they were also going out to talk about more personal issues, and gaining a hug from Buffy.
After a little bit, Dawn ran back upstairs quickly, muttering that she had forgot something. That was when the doorbell rang. Spike looked around the room. He was the only one there. With a sigh, he stood up and answered it.
"You must be Spike." He moved aside for Connor to come in. "Where is everybody?"
"What do you bloody well mean?"
"Dawn said it's usually noisy."
"Well, the birds are out and so are Faith and the principle."
"What about your girlfriend?"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Buffy?"
"Yeah."
"We're not going out," he then lit a cigarette. They stood there for a few moments, until Buffy came downstairs. She flicked the cigarette out of his mouth. "Bloody 'ell, woman!"
"Have you seen Dawn's wallet?" He shook his head and watched her walk away.
"Maybe I would if you'd stop puttin' my fag's out!"
She turned around. "Yeah, well those could kill you now!"
"Well, I'm still bloody well immortal!"
They turned to Connor and at the same time said, "Figuratively speaking."
Dawn came down then. "Could you guys stop for ten minutes?" She turned to face her date. "Ready?"
"Now if you hurt her I will be certain to," said Spike leaning in to whisper something in his ear.
Connor's eyes widened. He saluted and said, "Yes, sir!" Dawn grabbed his hand and went out the door, yelling back a good-bye.
***
The two teens walked out of the movie theater. "That sucked," said Dawn.
"I like vampire movies," retorted Connor dignified.
She looked at him appalled. "It was so fake. No way would that thrall thing work with any vampire, only Dracula. And then they so didn't hit the heart when they staked them."
"Yeah, but I always assumed vampire, weren't real."
"Oh, right." Dawn nervously laughed.
Connor went to the other side of the car to unlock it when a dark figure pinned him to the wall. He saw the man had a bumpy forehead and pointy teeth. As the man went in for his neck, he kneed him in the stomach. Connor then slugged him in the face, sending him back several feet.
Connor stood there in shock, wondering how that happened. Then the man got up.
"Angel?" asked Dawn.
He stood there, his clothes torn and muddy and his lips were red. He snarled at them and threw himself at the couple again. Dawn shrieked a little bit and drug Connor down an alleyway. Angel passed by them, growling.
They were quiet for a moment, then Dawn whispered, "Okay, vampires are real. Face it now. Cuz I need you to do something for me." He was trying to get up and check if Angel was still there, but Dawn pulled him down. "Listen. You have to go to my place and tell Buffy and Spike to get here. If Faith's there, get her here too. Tell them that Angelus is back. I'll be around this area. They'll find me."
He gazed her like she was insane. "I'm not leaving you."
"Trust me. He was in Sunnydale for awhile and I know how to handle him. I'll give you the full story later, just please go now!" She was thrown back into a pile of trash and cut her hand on some glass. Angelus had Connor against the wall, about ready to bite.
"Hey, Angelus!" The vampire looked back at her. She took a deep breath. "You want some real blood? Mystical thousands of year old power in just one little drop." She took her fingers and dipped it into the cut. The bloodied fingers came up to her throat where she smeared it. "Just think. That after you're done chasing me. It'll be all hot and pumping."
That was enough to send him over the edge and begin chasing her with a feral growl. "GO!" she yelled to Connor before taking off.
Dawn didn't know how much or long she had run, but she was wearing out. And the vampire behind her wasn't getting tired. She finally saw the movie theater and went behind it. Seeing a piece of wood, she picked it, readying herself. Angelus moved down the alley. "Did you know, that when I'm staked, my son gets all his memories back?"
"Liar."
He half-giggled and half-laughed. "Why would I lie like that? It's not like there's anything to hide. Oh, and it's not Angelus. I'm still Angel." Gesturing in circles around his head, added, "Just a little more insane." His eyes glazed over. "Now, about that neck."
Angel moved so fast, Dawn had no chance to even raise the make-shift stake. He pinned her against the wall and bit her. As her vision blurred, she felt something tearing at her neck and fell to the ground. Peering up, she spotted Spike fighting against Angel. "Don't kill him!" she tried to yell.
"Why the bloody hell not?" demanded the platinum harried fighter as he went in for another punch.
"Just, don't!" Dawn wasn't seeing much else, but she did feel herself being lifted off the ground and put into a car.
***
"Now why are you here, Peaches?" asked Spike flinging Angel into a wall.
"To kill my son." The vampire growled and threw a punch and kick.
He easily blocked the two attacks and landed a solid punch to him. Looking over his shoulder, he yelled, "Hey, Junior!" Signaling to Connor, "Why don't you get Dawn and get out of here!" As he was doing that, Angel slammed a trash can into the back of Spike's head.
Once he was sure the kid was out of the alley, Spike asked, "Son's Connor right?" Angel just looked at him. "Thought so." He proceeded to kick and punch him until he was sure Angel was out.
***
Dawn woke up feeling slightly dizzy. She found her hand bandaged up and felt one on her neck. She got off the couch and headed down to the basement where she heard voices. "I'm telling you. He s-still has his soul," said Tara. "I see it, just as clear as I see everyone else's."
Everyone was sitting or standing in the basement - including Connor - studying the chained and unconscious Angel. Willow glanced at Spike. "Did ya need to hurt him that much? I-I mean, ow." The vampire's face was covered in blood and he had bruises forming all around his face to where his eyes were nearly closed."
"You weren't fightin' him, Red,"
She nodded her head. "True, but still. Ow."
Faith looked at Tara. "Why would he act like this?"
"It's not Angelus," said Dawn going down the stairs.
Buffy came over. "Dawn, you should be resting."
"I'm fine." She looked directly at Tara.
The Wiccan shook her head. "I-I need to contact the Powers. They might give me something, but because I've been here for so long, I highly doubt it."
Connor raised an arm. "May I have some answers now?"
"Okay," said Dawn. "Very short version. As I said in behind the trash, vampires are real. My sister and Faith are Vampire Slayers. Hense the title."
"Then why don't you slay him now?"
Faith patted his shoulder. "That's what you should come back tomorrow for, kid." She shoved him to the door.
"I'll walk you out," said the Key, trailing behind answering the easy questions he had. She opened the door. "If you want to know more, you can come by at about ten. I'll understand if you don-" He cut her off by kissing her gently.
"See you at ten. I'd better get home and make sure Deanna's home."
Dawn looked shocked. "She's a party girl?"
"I don't think so. But sometimes I find her out of her room after curfew." He waved a 'bye' and got into his car.
She turned around to see Buffy and Willow. "Um. . ."
The Slayer grinned. "How was it?" Her sister smiled and launched into the details of the date, though they weren't very big.
She turned to Willow. "You and Tara?"
The redhead blushed to her hair color. "Well. We've been talking. A lot. And we decided to take it very, very, very slow. A few smootchies, but no where near the level we were at." She smiled very happily. "Okay, I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"With Tara?" asked Dawn grinning.
"W-Well, yes if you must know. But nothing's gonna happen except for a possible goodnight kiss." Willow smiled again. The three went upstairs to get ready for bed.
Buffy was about to crawl into bed when Willow ran into the doorway. "You should go talk to Spike. Now."
"Will, what's going on?"
"Nothing. I-I mean. Just go in quietly and talk." She had a mischievous and excited gleam in her eye.
She got out of bed slowly. "Did you set something up?"
"Oh, goddess, no! But you're gonna love it!" Willow pushed her to Spike's door. The witch gave a thumbs up before going into her own room.
"Is she there?" asked Tara in bed.
The redhead smiled. "Yep! And I don't think she's going to leave the room. But I also firmly believe nothing sexual's gonna happen."
Tara grinned. "Good. They're not ready for that."
Willow slid in beside her. "Do you think we're ready for goodnight kisses?"
She smiled again. "Willow Rosenberg. I do believe we're ready for that."
She kissed her girlfriend gently.
***
Buffy carefully opened the door. Spike was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from her and strumming a guitar. She smiled, assuming he was going to play the Sex Pistols or Metallica. Buffy remembered back to when Sweet came to town how good his singing voice was, so she remained silent.
But instead of singing a hard rock song, something softer came out of his voice.
*She comes home to me after a hard night's work
Falls in my arms and sleeps like a bird
Startle, wakes up, like she don't know me
Cocks back her fist like she's going to slug me
Like, who are you anyway
And what are you doing to me?*
*She's an angel
But she can't see it
She's got wings,
But she can't feel 'em
She's an angel
But she can't see it
But she's flying above me every day
Every day of my life*
Buffy choked back the tears from this and remained listening.
*Bright diamond eyes with daggers beneath them
She carries the chains of a million decisions
That weren't even hers to begin with anyway
But she carries them all
All the people around her
Never even notice that she's very very tired*
*She's an angel
But she can't see it
She's got wings
But she can't feel 'em
She's an angel
But she can't see it
But she's rising above me every day
Every day of my life*
"That was beautiful." Spike spun around and found Buffy smiling.
"Well, I - um-"
"Don't tell me you kept a guitar in your duster." He chuckled and Buffy sat down Indian style on the bed.
"Actually the principal had it. He let me use it, cuz he doesn't know how to play."
"Do you write often?"
"Off and on. First time I've written something in about thirty years."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Could you do something else?"
"I'll bet you'll know this one, luv."
*I died. . so many years ago.*
She smiled at the ending. "How long did it take you to figure out the chords?"
"Only a little bit. Kind of came naturally. Sure it would for you."
"Nah. All my songs sucked. Plus I am really bad at singing."
"At least you admit it."
"Hey!" she exclaimed hitting him with a pillow.
He put the guitar back into the case and laid back on the bed. "Why'd you come in here, pet?"
"Uh, Willow said that I should come in here for some reason. I guess she knew you were about to musically incline yourself."
"Sometimes she and Glinda thump against the wall to get me to play quieter."
She laid down beside him. "Let me guess. You picked it up sometime in the seventies."
"Late sixties actually. Woodstock inspired me. I ate a flower person. Spent the next six hours watchin' my hand move."
Buffy looked a little disgusted. "Ew.
"It was actually interesting," they were silent. "Anything I don't know about you. Besides music. I'll say you were a fan of New Kids on the bloody Block."
"They're not called. . ." Spike laughed a little bit and Buffy sighed. "I used to adore making up stories. Usually it was a rip off of a Disney movie of some sort. Or my first one was about an Oreo that escaped the cookie jar, managed to get up the stairs to the attic. Then it fell in love with a pair of scissors. I was fully expecting to be a hit when it was published."
"Do you want to stay here tonight?" She gazed at him. "Like before."
"I'd love to."
***
Deanna was finishing up her walk in the park. She didn't know why, but since the end of May, she had this strange feeling that she needed to get out of the house at night and walk around.
She glanced at her watch. Two in the morning. Connor was going to kill her. Suddenly, a man with bumps on his forehead jumped in front of her, growling. Instead of screaming, like her first instincts told her, Deanna broke off a tree branch and slammed it into the heart of the vampire. He exploded into dust.
Deanna just stared at the wood and where the vamp had just been.
"Wow."
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TBC. . . .
Yay! Spuffy action! The next chapter will be up. . .sometime. The next week's kinda booked for the both of us and then the week after I have Volleyball camp. So. . .just keep an eye out.
The song "Angel" is by Ghost of the Robot. And "Rest in Peace" is self- explanatory.
And as always. REVIEW! Don't be afraid. You'll forever be our friend if you do so!
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Giveie. Giveie! GIVEIE!
Chapter Title: Angel
Summary: It's Dawn and Connor's date. It gets disturbed by an old friend. Plus, Spuffy action!
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"WHAT!?!" exclaimed Buffy and Spike at the same time.
"W-Well, he and Deanna are the main reasons that Dawnie's doing so well a- and, um he sounds noble," offered the redhead
"Noble," scoffed Spike about to light up a cigarette. Which Buffy immediately took and threw into the disposal.
"We haven't even met him. How do we know he's not some sort of druggie or something. Dawn! Come here!" Down came the teenager wearing a maroon halter with jeans and had a denim jacket over her shoulder.
"You are not wearing that!" said the ex-vampire firmly.
"Oh, please. Buffy wore a lot worse stuff at my age. May I remind you of the skirts to here," retorted Dawn indicating with her hand.
Buffy blushed and asked, "Well, how old is he?"
"Freshman in college this fall."
"Way to old," replied Buffy immediately.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. "Okay, may I please also remind you of your boyfriend at this age. Two hundred and some change years old."
Buffy blushed and pulled Spike down to her ear. She whispered something, and he responded back, with her nodding and rolling her eyes, but grinning just the same. "You can go out with him." Dawn jumped up and down in joy. "But, stay in public areas, with this Thanatos guy, be lucky I'm even letting you out of the house."
Willow and Tara announced that they were also going out to talk about more personal issues, and gaining a hug from Buffy.
After a little bit, Dawn ran back upstairs quickly, muttering that she had forgot something. That was when the doorbell rang. Spike looked around the room. He was the only one there. With a sigh, he stood up and answered it.
"You must be Spike." He moved aside for Connor to come in. "Where is everybody?"
"What do you bloody well mean?"
"Dawn said it's usually noisy."
"Well, the birds are out and so are Faith and the principle."
"What about your girlfriend?"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Buffy?"
"Yeah."
"We're not going out," he then lit a cigarette. They stood there for a few moments, until Buffy came downstairs. She flicked the cigarette out of his mouth. "Bloody 'ell, woman!"
"Have you seen Dawn's wallet?" He shook his head and watched her walk away.
"Maybe I would if you'd stop puttin' my fag's out!"
She turned around. "Yeah, well those could kill you now!"
"Well, I'm still bloody well immortal!"
They turned to Connor and at the same time said, "Figuratively speaking."
Dawn came down then. "Could you guys stop for ten minutes?" She turned to face her date. "Ready?"
"Now if you hurt her I will be certain to," said Spike leaning in to whisper something in his ear.
Connor's eyes widened. He saluted and said, "Yes, sir!" Dawn grabbed his hand and went out the door, yelling back a good-bye.
***
The two teens walked out of the movie theater. "That sucked," said Dawn.
"I like vampire movies," retorted Connor dignified.
She looked at him appalled. "It was so fake. No way would that thrall thing work with any vampire, only Dracula. And then they so didn't hit the heart when they staked them."
"Yeah, but I always assumed vampire, weren't real."
"Oh, right." Dawn nervously laughed.
Connor went to the other side of the car to unlock it when a dark figure pinned him to the wall. He saw the man had a bumpy forehead and pointy teeth. As the man went in for his neck, he kneed him in the stomach. Connor then slugged him in the face, sending him back several feet.
Connor stood there in shock, wondering how that happened. Then the man got up.
"Angel?" asked Dawn.
He stood there, his clothes torn and muddy and his lips were red. He snarled at them and threw himself at the couple again. Dawn shrieked a little bit and drug Connor down an alleyway. Angel passed by them, growling.
They were quiet for a moment, then Dawn whispered, "Okay, vampires are real. Face it now. Cuz I need you to do something for me." He was trying to get up and check if Angel was still there, but Dawn pulled him down. "Listen. You have to go to my place and tell Buffy and Spike to get here. If Faith's there, get her here too. Tell them that Angelus is back. I'll be around this area. They'll find me."
He gazed her like she was insane. "I'm not leaving you."
"Trust me. He was in Sunnydale for awhile and I know how to handle him. I'll give you the full story later, just please go now!" She was thrown back into a pile of trash and cut her hand on some glass. Angelus had Connor against the wall, about ready to bite.
"Hey, Angelus!" The vampire looked back at her. She took a deep breath. "You want some real blood? Mystical thousands of year old power in just one little drop." She took her fingers and dipped it into the cut. The bloodied fingers came up to her throat where she smeared it. "Just think. That after you're done chasing me. It'll be all hot and pumping."
That was enough to send him over the edge and begin chasing her with a feral growl. "GO!" she yelled to Connor before taking off.
Dawn didn't know how much or long she had run, but she was wearing out. And the vampire behind her wasn't getting tired. She finally saw the movie theater and went behind it. Seeing a piece of wood, she picked it, readying herself. Angelus moved down the alley. "Did you know, that when I'm staked, my son gets all his memories back?"
"Liar."
He half-giggled and half-laughed. "Why would I lie like that? It's not like there's anything to hide. Oh, and it's not Angelus. I'm still Angel." Gesturing in circles around his head, added, "Just a little more insane." His eyes glazed over. "Now, about that neck."
Angel moved so fast, Dawn had no chance to even raise the make-shift stake. He pinned her against the wall and bit her. As her vision blurred, she felt something tearing at her neck and fell to the ground. Peering up, she spotted Spike fighting against Angel. "Don't kill him!" she tried to yell.
"Why the bloody hell not?" demanded the platinum harried fighter as he went in for another punch.
"Just, don't!" Dawn wasn't seeing much else, but she did feel herself being lifted off the ground and put into a car.
***
"Now why are you here, Peaches?" asked Spike flinging Angel into a wall.
"To kill my son." The vampire growled and threw a punch and kick.
He easily blocked the two attacks and landed a solid punch to him. Looking over his shoulder, he yelled, "Hey, Junior!" Signaling to Connor, "Why don't you get Dawn and get out of here!" As he was doing that, Angel slammed a trash can into the back of Spike's head.
Once he was sure the kid was out of the alley, Spike asked, "Son's Connor right?" Angel just looked at him. "Thought so." He proceeded to kick and punch him until he was sure Angel was out.
***
Dawn woke up feeling slightly dizzy. She found her hand bandaged up and felt one on her neck. She got off the couch and headed down to the basement where she heard voices. "I'm telling you. He s-still has his soul," said Tara. "I see it, just as clear as I see everyone else's."
Everyone was sitting or standing in the basement - including Connor - studying the chained and unconscious Angel. Willow glanced at Spike. "Did ya need to hurt him that much? I-I mean, ow." The vampire's face was covered in blood and he had bruises forming all around his face to where his eyes were nearly closed."
"You weren't fightin' him, Red,"
She nodded her head. "True, but still. Ow."
Faith looked at Tara. "Why would he act like this?"
"It's not Angelus," said Dawn going down the stairs.
Buffy came over. "Dawn, you should be resting."
"I'm fine." She looked directly at Tara.
The Wiccan shook her head. "I-I need to contact the Powers. They might give me something, but because I've been here for so long, I highly doubt it."
Connor raised an arm. "May I have some answers now?"
"Okay," said Dawn. "Very short version. As I said in behind the trash, vampires are real. My sister and Faith are Vampire Slayers. Hense the title."
"Then why don't you slay him now?"
Faith patted his shoulder. "That's what you should come back tomorrow for, kid." She shoved him to the door.
"I'll walk you out," said the Key, trailing behind answering the easy questions he had. She opened the door. "If you want to know more, you can come by at about ten. I'll understand if you don-" He cut her off by kissing her gently.
"See you at ten. I'd better get home and make sure Deanna's home."
Dawn looked shocked. "She's a party girl?"
"I don't think so. But sometimes I find her out of her room after curfew." He waved a 'bye' and got into his car.
She turned around to see Buffy and Willow. "Um. . ."
The Slayer grinned. "How was it?" Her sister smiled and launched into the details of the date, though they weren't very big.
She turned to Willow. "You and Tara?"
The redhead blushed to her hair color. "Well. We've been talking. A lot. And we decided to take it very, very, very slow. A few smootchies, but no where near the level we were at." She smiled very happily. "Okay, I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"With Tara?" asked Dawn grinning.
"W-Well, yes if you must know. But nothing's gonna happen except for a possible goodnight kiss." Willow smiled again. The three went upstairs to get ready for bed.
Buffy was about to crawl into bed when Willow ran into the doorway. "You should go talk to Spike. Now."
"Will, what's going on?"
"Nothing. I-I mean. Just go in quietly and talk." She had a mischievous and excited gleam in her eye.
She got out of bed slowly. "Did you set something up?"
"Oh, goddess, no! But you're gonna love it!" Willow pushed her to Spike's door. The witch gave a thumbs up before going into her own room.
"Is she there?" asked Tara in bed.
The redhead smiled. "Yep! And I don't think she's going to leave the room. But I also firmly believe nothing sexual's gonna happen."
Tara grinned. "Good. They're not ready for that."
Willow slid in beside her. "Do you think we're ready for goodnight kisses?"
She smiled again. "Willow Rosenberg. I do believe we're ready for that."
She kissed her girlfriend gently.
***
Buffy carefully opened the door. Spike was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from her and strumming a guitar. She smiled, assuming he was going to play the Sex Pistols or Metallica. Buffy remembered back to when Sweet came to town how good his singing voice was, so she remained silent.
But instead of singing a hard rock song, something softer came out of his voice.
*She comes home to me after a hard night's work
Falls in my arms and sleeps like a bird
Startle, wakes up, like she don't know me
Cocks back her fist like she's going to slug me
Like, who are you anyway
And what are you doing to me?*
*She's an angel
But she can't see it
She's got wings,
But she can't feel 'em
She's an angel
But she can't see it
But she's flying above me every day
Every day of my life*
Buffy choked back the tears from this and remained listening.
*Bright diamond eyes with daggers beneath them
She carries the chains of a million decisions
That weren't even hers to begin with anyway
But she carries them all
All the people around her
Never even notice that she's very very tired*
*She's an angel
But she can't see it
She's got wings
But she can't feel 'em
She's an angel
But she can't see it
But she's rising above me every day
Every day of my life*
"That was beautiful." Spike spun around and found Buffy smiling.
"Well, I - um-"
"Don't tell me you kept a guitar in your duster." He chuckled and Buffy sat down Indian style on the bed.
"Actually the principal had it. He let me use it, cuz he doesn't know how to play."
"Do you write often?"
"Off and on. First time I've written something in about thirty years."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Could you do something else?"
"I'll bet you'll know this one, luv."
*I died. . so many years ago.*
She smiled at the ending. "How long did it take you to figure out the chords?"
"Only a little bit. Kind of came naturally. Sure it would for you."
"Nah. All my songs sucked. Plus I am really bad at singing."
"At least you admit it."
"Hey!" she exclaimed hitting him with a pillow.
He put the guitar back into the case and laid back on the bed. "Why'd you come in here, pet?"
"Uh, Willow said that I should come in here for some reason. I guess she knew you were about to musically incline yourself."
"Sometimes she and Glinda thump against the wall to get me to play quieter."
She laid down beside him. "Let me guess. You picked it up sometime in the seventies."
"Late sixties actually. Woodstock inspired me. I ate a flower person. Spent the next six hours watchin' my hand move."
Buffy looked a little disgusted. "Ew.
"It was actually interesting," they were silent. "Anything I don't know about you. Besides music. I'll say you were a fan of New Kids on the bloody Block."
"They're not called. . ." Spike laughed a little bit and Buffy sighed. "I used to adore making up stories. Usually it was a rip off of a Disney movie of some sort. Or my first one was about an Oreo that escaped the cookie jar, managed to get up the stairs to the attic. Then it fell in love with a pair of scissors. I was fully expecting to be a hit when it was published."
"Do you want to stay here tonight?" She gazed at him. "Like before."
"I'd love to."
***
Deanna was finishing up her walk in the park. She didn't know why, but since the end of May, she had this strange feeling that she needed to get out of the house at night and walk around.
She glanced at her watch. Two in the morning. Connor was going to kill her. Suddenly, a man with bumps on his forehead jumped in front of her, growling. Instead of screaming, like her first instincts told her, Deanna broke off a tree branch and slammed it into the heart of the vampire. He exploded into dust.
Deanna just stared at the wood and where the vamp had just been.
"Wow."
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TBC. . . .
Yay! Spuffy action! The next chapter will be up. . .sometime. The next week's kinda booked for the both of us and then the week after I have Volleyball camp. So. . .just keep an eye out.
The song "Angel" is by Ghost of the Robot. And "Rest in Peace" is self- explanatory.
And as always. REVIEW! Don't be afraid. You'll forever be our friend if you do so!