First Conversations
Buffy sat cross-legged on her bed, typing her diary on her laptop. She had stomped off to her room after she had shown Spike to his room; he could find the rest of the house himself.
She was just writing about how unfair it was that she wasn't allowed to go to the Bronze tonight when there was a tap on her door. Before she could ask who it was, Spike came in.
Buffy instantly snapped her laptop shut, she didn't want him reading her diary.
"What?" She asked rudely.
"You're Mum told me to tell you that you can go to this club tonight," Spike said before turning to leave the room.
"Wait," Buffy called. "What's the catch? How come we aren't going to the stupid restaurant?"
"How the bloody hell am I suppose to know," he shrugged. "She also said that you have to take me with you." Buffy looked horrified.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Buffy shook her head. "You can not come with me, my friends, they would dis-own me."
"Look, Pet," Spike growled. "I don't really want me to be here either, but it's a hell of a lot better than staying in the Home I escaped from. So I'm here for a whole year when you bloody like it or not."
"Well, I don't like it," she said. "Tell my Mom I'll be in the pool if anyone calls." Buffy stormed out the room.
"You have a pool?!" Spike exclaimed as she ran down the stairs.
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Spike had decided to have a search around the house. Buffy wasn't gonna show him and Joyce and Hank had both gone back out to work and Dawn was in her room, whichever one that was.
So far, he had found; a kitchen, dinning room, two sitting rooms, a library, a pool (complete with Buffy sleeping on a sun bed), a games room, another two spare room, four bathrooms, Joyce and Hank's room and Buffy's room. There was still the whole third floor left to search.
He opened the first door on the left. There was a shriek as he stepped in. He'd found Dawn's room.
"Sorry." He apologised.
"It's ok. You can stay if you want." She said, he came in at sat down next to her on the bed. "It's just, no-one but me has seen my room for about two years now. Plus I watched Scream yesterday.
"Cool movie," Spike said noticing the Slipknot and death posters covering the walls. "Your rooms very different to most eleven year olds'"
"I'm not like most eleven year olds'," Dawn replied.
"Never would have guessed." Spike joked. Dawn smiled and looked round at her posters.
"Mom and Dad hate them and they hate me dressing like this," she said, looking down at her black Doc Martins, yellow tights, black studded mini- skirt and Linkin Park hoody. "And they hate the stuff I do. I've been arrested three times."
"Three!" Spike sounded impressed. "I'd only been in once at your age. But know I'm at the grand total of five."
"Five!" Dawn exclaimed. "What for?"
"Drugs, punching someone in the nose, shoplifting twice and nicking a car." Spike counted off on his fingers. "You?"
"Shoplifting, setting fire to a building and when they had a raid at the bar I hang out at."
"Impressive," Spike nodded. "How long did it take you to do your hair?" He pointed at her long black hair that was in hundreds of tiny plait's, each plait ended with a blob of blood red wax.
" 'Bout five hours," she answered. "But it was worth it."
"Looks cool," Spike nodded. They sat in silence for a few seconds.
"You wanna come to this club tonight?" Dawn asked hopefully.
"It's not the same one as big-sis is going to is it?" Spike checked. Sunnydale seemed quite a small place; there could only be a few clubs in the area.
"No way. I would never go to a place that Princess hangs out at." Dawn wrinkled up her nose in disgusted. "This place is way cooler. Faith's picking us up at 10,"
"OK, see you then." Spike walked out of her room, ready to look around the remaining rooms. He doubled back and peered into Dawn's room. "Don't your parent's mind you going out that late?"
She gave him a strange look. "They won't even know." Spike nodded, thinking that it was a little strange that they didn't mind an eleven year-old going to a club until the early hours of the morning.
Buffy sat cross-legged on her bed, typing her diary on her laptop. She had stomped off to her room after she had shown Spike to his room; he could find the rest of the house himself.
She was just writing about how unfair it was that she wasn't allowed to go to the Bronze tonight when there was a tap on her door. Before she could ask who it was, Spike came in.
Buffy instantly snapped her laptop shut, she didn't want him reading her diary.
"What?" She asked rudely.
"You're Mum told me to tell you that you can go to this club tonight," Spike said before turning to leave the room.
"Wait," Buffy called. "What's the catch? How come we aren't going to the stupid restaurant?"
"How the bloody hell am I suppose to know," he shrugged. "She also said that you have to take me with you." Buffy looked horrified.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Buffy shook her head. "You can not come with me, my friends, they would dis-own me."
"Look, Pet," Spike growled. "I don't really want me to be here either, but it's a hell of a lot better than staying in the Home I escaped from. So I'm here for a whole year when you bloody like it or not."
"Well, I don't like it," she said. "Tell my Mom I'll be in the pool if anyone calls." Buffy stormed out the room.
"You have a pool?!" Spike exclaimed as she ran down the stairs.
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Spike had decided to have a search around the house. Buffy wasn't gonna show him and Joyce and Hank had both gone back out to work and Dawn was in her room, whichever one that was.
So far, he had found; a kitchen, dinning room, two sitting rooms, a library, a pool (complete with Buffy sleeping on a sun bed), a games room, another two spare room, four bathrooms, Joyce and Hank's room and Buffy's room. There was still the whole third floor left to search.
He opened the first door on the left. There was a shriek as he stepped in. He'd found Dawn's room.
"Sorry." He apologised.
"It's ok. You can stay if you want." She said, he came in at sat down next to her on the bed. "It's just, no-one but me has seen my room for about two years now. Plus I watched Scream yesterday.
"Cool movie," Spike said noticing the Slipknot and death posters covering the walls. "Your rooms very different to most eleven year olds'"
"I'm not like most eleven year olds'," Dawn replied.
"Never would have guessed." Spike joked. Dawn smiled and looked round at her posters.
"Mom and Dad hate them and they hate me dressing like this," she said, looking down at her black Doc Martins, yellow tights, black studded mini- skirt and Linkin Park hoody. "And they hate the stuff I do. I've been arrested three times."
"Three!" Spike sounded impressed. "I'd only been in once at your age. But know I'm at the grand total of five."
"Five!" Dawn exclaimed. "What for?"
"Drugs, punching someone in the nose, shoplifting twice and nicking a car." Spike counted off on his fingers. "You?"
"Shoplifting, setting fire to a building and when they had a raid at the bar I hang out at."
"Impressive," Spike nodded. "How long did it take you to do your hair?" He pointed at her long black hair that was in hundreds of tiny plait's, each plait ended with a blob of blood red wax.
" 'Bout five hours," she answered. "But it was worth it."
"Looks cool," Spike nodded. They sat in silence for a few seconds.
"You wanna come to this club tonight?" Dawn asked hopefully.
"It's not the same one as big-sis is going to is it?" Spike checked. Sunnydale seemed quite a small place; there could only be a few clubs in the area.
"No way. I would never go to a place that Princess hangs out at." Dawn wrinkled up her nose in disgusted. "This place is way cooler. Faith's picking us up at 10,"
"OK, see you then." Spike walked out of her room, ready to look around the remaining rooms. He doubled back and peered into Dawn's room. "Don't your parent's mind you going out that late?"
She gave him a strange look. "They won't even know." Spike nodded, thinking that it was a little strange that they didn't mind an eleven year-old going to a club until the early hours of the morning.