Title - Sweet Bit
By - PheonixFireBlack
Summary - What happens when a small seven year old child has suddenly
appeared on the doorstep of a certain platinum blonde haired vampire's
crypt? Read...and you might find out
Category - Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Genre - Humor/General
Feedback - Yes! Please! I don't do this all for nothing, you know! lol!
Critisism - Again: Yes! Please! Look, people! I'm actually ASKING you to
critisice me! Whatever you give to me, I shall not accept as a flame, for I
believe I am actually ASKING for them.
Disclaimer - Yes. Of course I own Buffy. I was very sad when I decided to
end it. *rolls eyes* yeah...right. I don't own, I said so, you can't sue.
There! Problem solved! Case closed and class is dismissed.
Notes - Yes...crap summary, believe me, I know (I was there when I wrote
it). Anyway, I don't think there's much to say on this one other than the
fact that it is my first posted BTVS fic and only the second that I've ever
written. I guess this would kind of have to be AU seeing as how Spike's
been dead for awhile and vampires can't exactally have childern. *nods*
Yep...In this strange little fic, Spike...well...you'll see. I hope what
I've decided to do to make him have a daughter makes sense. *grin* Hope you
can enjoy this with me and my catch-the-episodes-that-I-can knowledge that
I have of BTVS. I hope I don't miss big important things if I try and
mention them. lol. This will not be set during, near, or around the time of
any episode, simply because I don't think I could tell you were to imagine
it to be. So...that one's up to you. *waves* See you later! Oh! And don't
fooorgeeet: Review! *claps* lol!
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Ch 1 - Enter Small Child on Doorstep
12:03am - Just turned Friday morning
It was dark out tonight. Not that it wasn't normally dark out at midnight, but it was darker than usual. There were no stars out tonight, and the moon was a mere sliver in the sky. It didn't matter to Spike, he tended to lean towards liking the darkness a bit more anyway. Even without the fact that he was a vampire, Spike figured that he would like night better anyway, but he everyone that knew him knew that his liking of darkness came mostly because he was a vampire. Spike reached into the brown paper bag he was carrying, getting out a pack of cigarettes. He barely managed to get the pack open without dropping the entire bag, which was chock full of cigarettes. It wasn't like he needed anything else, he was dead and plus, he had blood packets back at the crypt. He finally managed to get the cigarette out and lit, bag still in his hand and in tact. He nodded, satisfied with his accomplishment as he took a drag on the cigarette. Spike finally put the paper bag in one hand and took the cigarette between his finger in his right hand. He released the smoke as he looked up. When he let his head level back out, he could see the crypt. Not only that, but he could see someone else was there. Or, at least, something was there. There was a figure sitting there on the doorstep, if it could be called that, of the crypt. He squinted into the darkness, as if he thought it would actually do him justice as dark as it was. He shrugged, guessing that it was an animal and whatever it was would run off when he got too close. Spike soon learned that, whatever it was, wasn't moving. He was about five feet from it now, however, it was too dark to actually see what was there. Maybe it was a dead animal. He sighed and set the paper bag down, leaning down the pick up the dead thing. He soon found, however, that it, whatever it was, was far from being dead. As soon as he had his hands on it, it squirmed. He also quickly found out that it was no animal. It made a groaning noise and slowly sat up. "Mmm...Who're you?" The voice was fememnine.
"Who am I? Who the bloody hell are you?" Spike countered.
"My name's Lydia. L-Y-I-D-I-A." She spelled her name out.
"Alright...My name's Spike. Need me to spell it for you?"
"No. S-P-I-K-E. Spike." When she said his name, Spike noted that she kind of sounded like the slayer, or maybe it was just his imagination.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm supposed to be with my daddy."
"Well, sorry to say, but he's not going to be here."
"Oh." She said simply, however, she quickly brightened up again. "Can I stay here tonight, mister?"
"Call me Spike and...why?"
"Why? Beeecaaauuuse!" She held the word out, how kids like to do. "I'm only seven! I can't stay anywhere by myself." She said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, then, I guess you'll have to won't you? If you can't go off on your own and you are already here...Guess you'll just have to stay here, won't you?"
The child nodded furiously.
"Right, then. Inside."
"Where?" She sounded genuinely confused.
Spike nodded towards the door, "Just there."
"Oh." She looked up at him, "So...you live here...behind a graveyard?"
"Yeah." Spike answered, pushing the door open and letting her in.
"Why's it so dark in here? I can't see anything!"
"Well, to be honest, pet, I'm a vampire."
"A vampire?" She questioned, "Then why are you being nice to me? I thought all vampires were evil." She titled her head in confusion.
Spike shook his head, "Gonna play twenty questions, huh? Well, after this one, you've only got fourteen left." Spike flipped on one of the soft light lamps. He was really glad that it was only sunlight that killed him.
Lydia had her hands on her hips, looking up at Spike. "Are you gonna ever answer my question?"
"I used to be evil. But I changed."
"Evil guys don't change! They stay evil...until they die...or in your case, since you are a vampire and all, you'd have to get staked. But evil guys don't just change! Why?"
"Why? Why what?" Spike was very obviously not used to having small children around and having them jump from one thing to another.
"Why did you change?"
"Well...sometimes you just see the error of your ways."
"Buuuuttttt..."
"But what? There's nothing else. Why are you pressing like that?" He asked, making his way to lay on the couch.
Lydia followed the man and jumped up in his lap. "Because!" She shouted. "I know there's more! There has to be more! It wouldn't be a good story otherwise." She grinned.
"Lydia, I have a question for you. How--"
"Uh-uh. I don't think so. I'm asking the questions here, mister. When I'm done with all of my questions, you can ask me your questions."
"Alright, then. How many more questions you got up your sleeve, pet?"
"I don't know. Anyway, what's the story? Why did you really change from evil to....whatever it is you are now."
"There are only two sides of that coin, luv. Evil...and good. I was evil...then I fell for the enemy and...after a couple years...I slowly began to decrease in my evil ways. Not to mention I couldn't hurt any bleeding human that went by me because of that damn chip in my head. Anyway, that's it, really. I was evil, got a chip in my head and couldn't hurt anyone, I fell for the enemy and...here we are. I'm fighting for good now. But I've still got the same bad-ass attitude as before." He paused. "For the most part."
Lydia sat there in Spike's lap for a moment, seemingly thinking about what he had just told her. She grinned, "Ok!" She declared. "Your turn!"
"How old are you?"
"If you were liiistening I told you earlier! I'm seven!" Maybe it was just so she knew that he would get it, but no matter the reason, she child held up her fingers to show him.
"Right. What are you doing here, exactly? How did you get here?"
"I'm supposed to be with my daddy. My Aunt sent me. She's a witch. Buuttt...I dunno how I got here. She must have done it wrong. You're not the man that was in the picture she showed me." She shook her head furiously, causing her light brown, wavy locks to go everywhere. When she was done, she used both of her tiny hands to brush her curtain of thick hair behind her ears to reveal a big grin.
"How are you so sure I'm not the man she showed you?" Spike asked curiously.
"Well, first of all, he didn't have blond hair...he had light brown hair."
"People can change their hair color, pet."
Lydia scowled at him, "And...." She said definitely, "His name was William." Being the seven year old she was, Lydia stuck her tongue out at the man.
"Do you know anything about this father of yours?"
"Mmm...maaaybe." She drug the word out, smiling, her blue-gray eyes sparkling.
"Come on, what's your story, luv?"
She giggled. "Luv? Auntie said daddy used to call me that...but she also said that he really liked calling me Sweet Bit." She shrugged and quickly went on to the next thing, "Anyway, mummy and daddy had me and daddy ran away. Then mummy ran away, but she left with my Aunt. I've lived with her ever since I was four. I don't remember mummy or daddy but I do know that my daddy wrote stuff. Auntie says that he was called William The Bloody because his poetry was so awful." She was giggling as she said the last line. "Auntie was supposed to send me to my daddy because she couldn't take care of me anymore. But she must have done the spell wrong because you're not my daddy, are you?" She smiled, "But I like you." In a completely unexpected movement, the girl leaned down and hugged Spike.
Spike wasn't used to having little children hanging on him, but he patted her awkwardly on the back lightly. As she sat back up in his lap again, Spike slowly began to speak. "You said...that you're father's name was William and...he wrote poetry..."
"Mmm-hmm and he was called William The Bloody 'cause his poetry was so bad."
"Right...and...and you said that he called you...Sweet Bit?"
"Mmm-hmm...why?" She brightened up, grinning, "Do you know my daddy? Can get me to him?" She sounded extremely hopeful of this.
"Kid, I think I am you're dad."
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Ch 1 - Enter Small Child on Doorstep
12:03am - Just turned Friday morning
It was dark out tonight. Not that it wasn't normally dark out at midnight, but it was darker than usual. There were no stars out tonight, and the moon was a mere sliver in the sky. It didn't matter to Spike, he tended to lean towards liking the darkness a bit more anyway. Even without the fact that he was a vampire, Spike figured that he would like night better anyway, but he everyone that knew him knew that his liking of darkness came mostly because he was a vampire. Spike reached into the brown paper bag he was carrying, getting out a pack of cigarettes. He barely managed to get the pack open without dropping the entire bag, which was chock full of cigarettes. It wasn't like he needed anything else, he was dead and plus, he had blood packets back at the crypt. He finally managed to get the cigarette out and lit, bag still in his hand and in tact. He nodded, satisfied with his accomplishment as he took a drag on the cigarette. Spike finally put the paper bag in one hand and took the cigarette between his finger in his right hand. He released the smoke as he looked up. When he let his head level back out, he could see the crypt. Not only that, but he could see someone else was there. Or, at least, something was there. There was a figure sitting there on the doorstep, if it could be called that, of the crypt. He squinted into the darkness, as if he thought it would actually do him justice as dark as it was. He shrugged, guessing that it was an animal and whatever it was would run off when he got too close. Spike soon learned that, whatever it was, wasn't moving. He was about five feet from it now, however, it was too dark to actually see what was there. Maybe it was a dead animal. He sighed and set the paper bag down, leaning down the pick up the dead thing. He soon found, however, that it, whatever it was, was far from being dead. As soon as he had his hands on it, it squirmed. He also quickly found out that it was no animal. It made a groaning noise and slowly sat up. "Mmm...Who're you?" The voice was fememnine.
"Who am I? Who the bloody hell are you?" Spike countered.
"My name's Lydia. L-Y-I-D-I-A." She spelled her name out.
"Alright...My name's Spike. Need me to spell it for you?"
"No. S-P-I-K-E. Spike." When she said his name, Spike noted that she kind of sounded like the slayer, or maybe it was just his imagination.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm supposed to be with my daddy."
"Well, sorry to say, but he's not going to be here."
"Oh." She said simply, however, she quickly brightened up again. "Can I stay here tonight, mister?"
"Call me Spike and...why?"
"Why? Beeecaaauuuse!" She held the word out, how kids like to do. "I'm only seven! I can't stay anywhere by myself." She said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, then, I guess you'll have to won't you? If you can't go off on your own and you are already here...Guess you'll just have to stay here, won't you?"
The child nodded furiously.
"Right, then. Inside."
"Where?" She sounded genuinely confused.
Spike nodded towards the door, "Just there."
"Oh." She looked up at him, "So...you live here...behind a graveyard?"
"Yeah." Spike answered, pushing the door open and letting her in.
"Why's it so dark in here? I can't see anything!"
"Well, to be honest, pet, I'm a vampire."
"A vampire?" She questioned, "Then why are you being nice to me? I thought all vampires were evil." She titled her head in confusion.
Spike shook his head, "Gonna play twenty questions, huh? Well, after this one, you've only got fourteen left." Spike flipped on one of the soft light lamps. He was really glad that it was only sunlight that killed him.
Lydia had her hands on her hips, looking up at Spike. "Are you gonna ever answer my question?"
"I used to be evil. But I changed."
"Evil guys don't change! They stay evil...until they die...or in your case, since you are a vampire and all, you'd have to get staked. But evil guys don't just change! Why?"
"Why? Why what?" Spike was very obviously not used to having small children around and having them jump from one thing to another.
"Why did you change?"
"Well...sometimes you just see the error of your ways."
"Buuuuttttt..."
"But what? There's nothing else. Why are you pressing like that?" He asked, making his way to lay on the couch.
Lydia followed the man and jumped up in his lap. "Because!" She shouted. "I know there's more! There has to be more! It wouldn't be a good story otherwise." She grinned.
"Lydia, I have a question for you. How--"
"Uh-uh. I don't think so. I'm asking the questions here, mister. When I'm done with all of my questions, you can ask me your questions."
"Alright, then. How many more questions you got up your sleeve, pet?"
"I don't know. Anyway, what's the story? Why did you really change from evil to....whatever it is you are now."
"There are only two sides of that coin, luv. Evil...and good. I was evil...then I fell for the enemy and...after a couple years...I slowly began to decrease in my evil ways. Not to mention I couldn't hurt any bleeding human that went by me because of that damn chip in my head. Anyway, that's it, really. I was evil, got a chip in my head and couldn't hurt anyone, I fell for the enemy and...here we are. I'm fighting for good now. But I've still got the same bad-ass attitude as before." He paused. "For the most part."
Lydia sat there in Spike's lap for a moment, seemingly thinking about what he had just told her. She grinned, "Ok!" She declared. "Your turn!"
"How old are you?"
"If you were liiistening I told you earlier! I'm seven!" Maybe it was just so she knew that he would get it, but no matter the reason, she child held up her fingers to show him.
"Right. What are you doing here, exactly? How did you get here?"
"I'm supposed to be with my daddy. My Aunt sent me. She's a witch. Buuttt...I dunno how I got here. She must have done it wrong. You're not the man that was in the picture she showed me." She shook her head furiously, causing her light brown, wavy locks to go everywhere. When she was done, she used both of her tiny hands to brush her curtain of thick hair behind her ears to reveal a big grin.
"How are you so sure I'm not the man she showed you?" Spike asked curiously.
"Well, first of all, he didn't have blond hair...he had light brown hair."
"People can change their hair color, pet."
Lydia scowled at him, "And...." She said definitely, "His name was William." Being the seven year old she was, Lydia stuck her tongue out at the man.
"Do you know anything about this father of yours?"
"Mmm...maaaybe." She drug the word out, smiling, her blue-gray eyes sparkling.
"Come on, what's your story, luv?"
She giggled. "Luv? Auntie said daddy used to call me that...but she also said that he really liked calling me Sweet Bit." She shrugged and quickly went on to the next thing, "Anyway, mummy and daddy had me and daddy ran away. Then mummy ran away, but she left with my Aunt. I've lived with her ever since I was four. I don't remember mummy or daddy but I do know that my daddy wrote stuff. Auntie says that he was called William The Bloody because his poetry was so awful." She was giggling as she said the last line. "Auntie was supposed to send me to my daddy because she couldn't take care of me anymore. But she must have done the spell wrong because you're not my daddy, are you?" She smiled, "But I like you." In a completely unexpected movement, the girl leaned down and hugged Spike.
Spike wasn't used to having little children hanging on him, but he patted her awkwardly on the back lightly. As she sat back up in his lap again, Spike slowly began to speak. "You said...that you're father's name was William and...he wrote poetry..."
"Mmm-hmm and he was called William The Bloody 'cause his poetry was so bad."
"Right...and...and you said that he called you...Sweet Bit?"
"Mmm-hmm...why?" She brightened up, grinning, "Do you know my daddy? Can get me to him?" She sounded extremely hopeful of this.
"Kid, I think I am you're dad."
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