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Chapter with lots of screaming in it. Sorry for the wait. Thanks for the
reviews. A beta reader would be good and if you want the job email me. It's
on my profile page so you can't miss it.
Sorry for the wait, I've probably rewritten parts of this at least 5 times. Also School's back so I haven't had a chance to work on it much, would have finished it last night however we got snow. Which is a big thing for where I live, last decent snowfall was about 7 years ago, so I spent my time in the snow rather than working on this.
As always reviews are welcome. Disclaimer is the same as it has been for the past two chapters; I don't own any of the characters in this story, though I may tweak them here and there.
Again thank you to those who took the time to review. Reading them cheered me up very much. And after I saw them I actually got the start of this chapter going so. They encourage me. Not hinting at all...
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Spikes eyes opened, his mind feeling pain but it was good pain in a way as he body created himself as it went down. His body was coming back just as it had gone. Bit by bit, piece of dust by piece of dust.
"Whoa," Spike exclaimed when his body had finished its transformation; it wasn't everyday that someone came back from the dead. Well it depended if you were part of the Scooby's or not. For them, coming back from the dead wasn't something to gawp at; after all, Buffy herself had done it. Twice. "That was some ride." He said, looking around the dusty room, it was more of a comment to himself. But then again it didn't seem as if anyone else was around so it didn't make much difference.
Spike noted that the room was an attic of some sort, or so he guessed. For all he knew it was a storeroom for all he could see. Steps leading up into the room, several windows that were about chest height that were covered in cobwebs. The place was a mess, even though it looked like someone had tried to tidy it, badly. Spike turned around on the spot, looking to see if there was anyone around.
Looking on the floor he noticed a box, bending down he looked at it, shrugged and dropped it back on the floor.
Next he checked himself to make sure everything was there, didn't want to be missing a limb or something. Black boots, check, black trousers, check, black t-shirt, check, amulet, check. Amulet? "What the heck. This thing again!" He half shouted, lifting it from his chest and looking at the small 'trinket' as he'd once called it, that had lead to his demise. He lifted the chain up and off over his head taking it off. He then paused, perhaps he should keep it? He wasn't sure why but something said that perhaps keeping it would be good, so he put it into the inside pocket of his duster. Duster, check, hair, check. He smiled he was all here. However, as to where here was, that he needed to find out.
Spike looked closer at the shadows, in the darkness that was most of the room, there. He could see some movement, he couldn't smell anything, which he found odd but there was something there, his eyes were still working just fine.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" He asked the person. Taking half a step forwards he realised that it wasn't a person, it was a boy. Slightly squinting it was now clear to him that the kid had blonde hair and a face that he didn't recognise.
"Am I anywhere near Sunnydale kid?" He asked, loudly just in case the kid was thick.
Spike got no reaction at all. Except perhaps for the kid trying to move backwards again, only to rediscover that there was a box behind him.
Spike shook his head. What was he supposed to do? He was somewhere he didn't recognise with a kid who was gawping at him. A thought struck Spike; did he have his game face on? His hands went up to his face and checked his forehead. Nope he didn't have his game face on. So what was scaring the kid? He looked down at the floor; a circle on the floor around him was dustless. 'Ah. Kid must have seen something. However I got here, I'm thinking he saw it.' He thought, half smiling he looked back at him.
"Who're you then kid? Got half a brain cell to spare so you can speak?"
Whimpering, Spike looked confused, the kid was whimpering.
"Oh bloody hell! Okay fine so you can't deal with the supernatural. I'm off" And with that Spike turned around and walked over to the door. Hand on the knob and he turned it, pulled his hand back and stepped forwards.
Looking around he absently pull his hand towards him shutting the door. Or that was the intention, looking around Spike noticed that the door was shut, but his hand was halfway through it. His eyes widened with shock as he waved his hand from side to side. "Well that's interesting." He admitted, pulling his hand close to him he checked it, it looked perfectly normal. "So what does this make me? A ghost? A vampire ghost?" He stood there for a few moments just thinking about it, and finally came to the thought that if he was still a vampire, or at least partly, he should be able to get his game face on. Feeling the familiar shift in his facial features he figured that he was indeed still a vampire in at least the aspect that he looked like one. "Okay a vampire ghost then. Should be a laugh." He chuckled, changed his face back to human and then looked around the corridor, nodding his head slightly. If expensive items could smell, this place would be stinking of it. To Spike, everything from the carpets and rugs to the frames of the moving paintings. Moving?
Spike looked directly at a painting, the woman was fanning herself, giggled looking at Spike looking at her and then waved. "Bloody Hell!" He shouted, taking some steps backwards, walking right through the door.
"AHHHH!!!" Spike jumped, turning around to see the kid finishing his scream and turning around, running away from him and to the other end of the room. Spike watched the kid running with shocked eyes, where in the world was he? This was nothing like anything he'd seen before in his life. After all, pictures did not move. Unless they were at the cinema but paintings didn't move. And dead vampires didn't come back as ghost like vampires.
"What in all of buggery is going on?" He called out, trying to find an answer.
"DRACO! What is going on up there?" Came a screeching voice. Spike turned around again to look at the door, it opened and a woman walked inside. "Dra. Ahh!!!!" She yelled going backwards herself at the sight of Spike. She then drew a piece of wood from her pocket. Spike backed up a couple of paces, he didn't fancy being staked. He stopped, could he be staked?
He didn't get another thought as a blast of red light shot right through him and hit the box behind. One of Spikes hands went to his chest where the red light had gone through him. After checking that he was okay, he looked at the box, a singed hole in it. Looking at the woman he saw that her face was white.
"You could hurt someone with that" Spike commented. Truthfully, if that had his flesh and bone who knew what kind of damage it could do?
"Get out of my house! Whatever you might be, get out! Leave now!" The woman screamed. Spike looked at her yelling at him.
"I ain't going anywhere till you tell me where on earth I am. And how I got to be 'ere." He told her in a calm tone. He folded his arms looking at the woman who was getting more and more flustered by the second.
"I don't know who you are or how you got here. Leave!" She demanded, some colour had returned to her face. "This is my house. And I'm telling you to leave." She ordered. Spike chucked and shook his head. "Not a chance, or at least not until you tell me where I am." Spike wasn't going to be moved on. He wasn't going anywhere until he got the information he wanted.
"And I as the mistress of the house order you to leave or I'll curse you until you go! I don't care how long it takes to find a spell that will work on you. Perhaps an exorcism spell would get rid of you. Send you back to wherever you came from!" She yelled.
Spike frowned, was there such a thing? And did he really want to go back to that waiting place that he'd been at? After all it was kind of odd there, not knowing what was going on. She raised her wand again, and Spike glared at her, he really didn't want to find out.
"Well I can see that you're a bunch of useful people. I'll get my information elsewhere." He announced and walked right past her heading down the corridor just hoping that the stairs weren't far off. In his mind he was mapping the place out he fancied a return visit. Just as he spotted the stairs he heard the woman's screeching voice.
"Draco! Draco where are you?"
Spike shook his head and walked down the stairs and straight through the front door. Seeing that it was still daylight he brought his duster up to cover him, but paused after seeing the suns rays on his body and it not burning. Spike didn't say anything. He was trying to think over the whole fact that he could stand in the sun again. He didn't look at his surroundings otherwise he would have noticed that he was in London.
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AN: Cookies for whoever can spot the PotC reference.
Sorry for the wait, I've probably rewritten parts of this at least 5 times. Also School's back so I haven't had a chance to work on it much, would have finished it last night however we got snow. Which is a big thing for where I live, last decent snowfall was about 7 years ago, so I spent my time in the snow rather than working on this.
As always reviews are welcome. Disclaimer is the same as it has been for the past two chapters; I don't own any of the characters in this story, though I may tweak them here and there.
Again thank you to those who took the time to review. Reading them cheered me up very much. And after I saw them I actually got the start of this chapter going so. They encourage me. Not hinting at all...
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Spikes eyes opened, his mind feeling pain but it was good pain in a way as he body created himself as it went down. His body was coming back just as it had gone. Bit by bit, piece of dust by piece of dust.
"Whoa," Spike exclaimed when his body had finished its transformation; it wasn't everyday that someone came back from the dead. Well it depended if you were part of the Scooby's or not. For them, coming back from the dead wasn't something to gawp at; after all, Buffy herself had done it. Twice. "That was some ride." He said, looking around the dusty room, it was more of a comment to himself. But then again it didn't seem as if anyone else was around so it didn't make much difference.
Spike noted that the room was an attic of some sort, or so he guessed. For all he knew it was a storeroom for all he could see. Steps leading up into the room, several windows that were about chest height that were covered in cobwebs. The place was a mess, even though it looked like someone had tried to tidy it, badly. Spike turned around on the spot, looking to see if there was anyone around.
Looking on the floor he noticed a box, bending down he looked at it, shrugged and dropped it back on the floor.
Next he checked himself to make sure everything was there, didn't want to be missing a limb or something. Black boots, check, black trousers, check, black t-shirt, check, amulet, check. Amulet? "What the heck. This thing again!" He half shouted, lifting it from his chest and looking at the small 'trinket' as he'd once called it, that had lead to his demise. He lifted the chain up and off over his head taking it off. He then paused, perhaps he should keep it? He wasn't sure why but something said that perhaps keeping it would be good, so he put it into the inside pocket of his duster. Duster, check, hair, check. He smiled he was all here. However, as to where here was, that he needed to find out.
Spike looked closer at the shadows, in the darkness that was most of the room, there. He could see some movement, he couldn't smell anything, which he found odd but there was something there, his eyes were still working just fine.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" He asked the person. Taking half a step forwards he realised that it wasn't a person, it was a boy. Slightly squinting it was now clear to him that the kid had blonde hair and a face that he didn't recognise.
"Am I anywhere near Sunnydale kid?" He asked, loudly just in case the kid was thick.
Spike got no reaction at all. Except perhaps for the kid trying to move backwards again, only to rediscover that there was a box behind him.
Spike shook his head. What was he supposed to do? He was somewhere he didn't recognise with a kid who was gawping at him. A thought struck Spike; did he have his game face on? His hands went up to his face and checked his forehead. Nope he didn't have his game face on. So what was scaring the kid? He looked down at the floor; a circle on the floor around him was dustless. 'Ah. Kid must have seen something. However I got here, I'm thinking he saw it.' He thought, half smiling he looked back at him.
"Who're you then kid? Got half a brain cell to spare so you can speak?"
Whimpering, Spike looked confused, the kid was whimpering.
"Oh bloody hell! Okay fine so you can't deal with the supernatural. I'm off" And with that Spike turned around and walked over to the door. Hand on the knob and he turned it, pulled his hand back and stepped forwards.
Looking around he absently pull his hand towards him shutting the door. Or that was the intention, looking around Spike noticed that the door was shut, but his hand was halfway through it. His eyes widened with shock as he waved his hand from side to side. "Well that's interesting." He admitted, pulling his hand close to him he checked it, it looked perfectly normal. "So what does this make me? A ghost? A vampire ghost?" He stood there for a few moments just thinking about it, and finally came to the thought that if he was still a vampire, or at least partly, he should be able to get his game face on. Feeling the familiar shift in his facial features he figured that he was indeed still a vampire in at least the aspect that he looked like one. "Okay a vampire ghost then. Should be a laugh." He chuckled, changed his face back to human and then looked around the corridor, nodding his head slightly. If expensive items could smell, this place would be stinking of it. To Spike, everything from the carpets and rugs to the frames of the moving paintings. Moving?
Spike looked directly at a painting, the woman was fanning herself, giggled looking at Spike looking at her and then waved. "Bloody Hell!" He shouted, taking some steps backwards, walking right through the door.
"AHHHH!!!" Spike jumped, turning around to see the kid finishing his scream and turning around, running away from him and to the other end of the room. Spike watched the kid running with shocked eyes, where in the world was he? This was nothing like anything he'd seen before in his life. After all, pictures did not move. Unless they were at the cinema but paintings didn't move. And dead vampires didn't come back as ghost like vampires.
"What in all of buggery is going on?" He called out, trying to find an answer.
"DRACO! What is going on up there?" Came a screeching voice. Spike turned around again to look at the door, it opened and a woman walked inside. "Dra. Ahh!!!!" She yelled going backwards herself at the sight of Spike. She then drew a piece of wood from her pocket. Spike backed up a couple of paces, he didn't fancy being staked. He stopped, could he be staked?
He didn't get another thought as a blast of red light shot right through him and hit the box behind. One of Spikes hands went to his chest where the red light had gone through him. After checking that he was okay, he looked at the box, a singed hole in it. Looking at the woman he saw that her face was white.
"You could hurt someone with that" Spike commented. Truthfully, if that had his flesh and bone who knew what kind of damage it could do?
"Get out of my house! Whatever you might be, get out! Leave now!" The woman screamed. Spike looked at her yelling at him.
"I ain't going anywhere till you tell me where on earth I am. And how I got to be 'ere." He told her in a calm tone. He folded his arms looking at the woman who was getting more and more flustered by the second.
"I don't know who you are or how you got here. Leave!" She demanded, some colour had returned to her face. "This is my house. And I'm telling you to leave." She ordered. Spike chucked and shook his head. "Not a chance, or at least not until you tell me where I am." Spike wasn't going to be moved on. He wasn't going anywhere until he got the information he wanted.
"And I as the mistress of the house order you to leave or I'll curse you until you go! I don't care how long it takes to find a spell that will work on you. Perhaps an exorcism spell would get rid of you. Send you back to wherever you came from!" She yelled.
Spike frowned, was there such a thing? And did he really want to go back to that waiting place that he'd been at? After all it was kind of odd there, not knowing what was going on. She raised her wand again, and Spike glared at her, he really didn't want to find out.
"Well I can see that you're a bunch of useful people. I'll get my information elsewhere." He announced and walked right past her heading down the corridor just hoping that the stairs weren't far off. In his mind he was mapping the place out he fancied a return visit. Just as he spotted the stairs he heard the woman's screeching voice.
"Draco! Draco where are you?"
Spike shook his head and walked down the stairs and straight through the front door. Seeing that it was still daylight he brought his duster up to cover him, but paused after seeing the suns rays on his body and it not burning. Spike didn't say anything. He was trying to think over the whole fact that he could stand in the sun again. He didn't look at his surroundings otherwise he would have noticed that he was in London.
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AN: Cookies for whoever can spot the PotC reference.