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Chapter 6: Jam Pony
"So why'd you come here to Seattle in the first place?" Buffy asked Spike as they sat down on a stone-cold bench. She shivered and wrapped her jacket around her tightly.
"Same thing I could ask you pet," Spike answered cocking an eyebrow. "And no offense or anything, but shouldn't you be dead by now? I mean, all your friends already are."
Buffy feigned an offended look. "Look whose talking!"
Spike chuckled but turned curious once again. "Really though, why *are* you here?"
Buffy hesitated. Would the Powers be angry at her for telling a vampire about what she was sent here for? But then they didn't actually tell her *not* to. "The Powers that Be sent me to fight the baddies once again."
"And why you? Did they run out of sixteen year old girls?" Spike asked, half-joking.
"After the Pulse, everything was practically destroyed." Buffy started sadly. "The world was in chaos, breaking slowly. There were barely humans who survived the Pulse, let alone be feeded upon by vampires and demons. Present slayer is in Sunnydale. But vampires were traveling, going to other countries, seeking new refuges. So the Powers had no choice. They had to send back a couple or more slayers, for the sake of all humanity."
"So you got sent here?" Spike asked. "Why Seattle?"
"Well, unlike the others, I have been given a special task. And that task is to interpret the prophecy on a certain woman's skin."
"What does the prophecy say?" Spike asked curiously.
"Look, I don't think I should be telling you this." Buffy said reluctantly. "Besides, as they said before. 'Curiosity killed the cat.'" The slayer smirked at Spike's frowning face and stood up. "Well, I gotta go. It's getting late."
This time it was Spike's turn to smirk. "Oh really? And where are you staying?"
Buffy sighed. She forgot about that little concept.
***
The next day.
Sunlight streamed through the half-open window along with a small breeze of cool air. As it was Seattle, the sun wasn't exactly bright, but it was enough to awaken the slayer.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open and she squinted around the room in unfamiliarity. 'Where am I?' She thought sitting up. 'Oh yeah, 'No-tell Motel'' Buffy's brain answered for her as she let out a yawn. She had needed a place to stay last night, and as she refused to stay in Spike's apartment, she checked into the nearest motel to his place.
With one last languid stretch, she got up and changed quickly, checked-out and left in pursuit of a job, and perhaps, a new place to stay.
It was only a five-minute walk to Spike's apartment and she got there easily since it was only three blocks away. Buffy glanced at her watch before boarding the rusted up elevator and punching the number of Spike's floor, her watch read seven a.m.
Once she reached his floor, Buffy walked out of the elevator and knocked loudly on his front door. Spike opened it a few seconds later and invited her in. It was probably the darkest room in the whole building. There was barely any light inside, except for a few candles scattered around. There was only one window in the room, and a dark blood red curtain was drawn heavily across it, blocking any sunlight that might consider spilling in.
"Nice place you got here." Buffy said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Spike rolled his eyes, though they were twinkling merrily. Buffy knew that their little truce the night before had lessened the load on his shoulders. And he deserved it. Guilt must be very difficult to carry.
"Yeah," Spike replied raising one shoulder. "Got it cheap too."
"Right," Buffy said and rummaged through her bag, wondering how much money she had left at the mention of the money word 'cheap'. She counted exactly thirty dollars. "So anyway, do you have a sector pass?" Buffy asked the blonde vamp who was busily lighting a cigarette.
"Nope," came his reply.
"Then how do you get around the city?"
"I sneak out," Spike said with a careless shrug. "But *you* of course won't do that. Little tip slayer, there's a place called Jam Pony somewhere around here. You could apply for a job there."
"What kind of job?" Buffy asked wrinkling her nose.
"You deliver packages or something like that." Spike said letting out a ring of gray circles. "And the bonus prize is you get a sector pass."
"For once in your second lifetime, you actually have a good idea." Buffy said patting him on the head like someone would treat an unfortunate brained little boy.
And with a light-hearted 'thanks' at Spike. She left.
A/N: Reviews people!!!!!
A/N: Thanks for all your reviews. Sorry for they delay in my update. I got kinda busy in school. But anyway! Here is the next chapter!!!
Chapter 6: Jam Pony
"So why'd you come here to Seattle in the first place?" Buffy asked Spike as they sat down on a stone-cold bench. She shivered and wrapped her jacket around her tightly.
"Same thing I could ask you pet," Spike answered cocking an eyebrow. "And no offense or anything, but shouldn't you be dead by now? I mean, all your friends already are."
Buffy feigned an offended look. "Look whose talking!"
Spike chuckled but turned curious once again. "Really though, why *are* you here?"
Buffy hesitated. Would the Powers be angry at her for telling a vampire about what she was sent here for? But then they didn't actually tell her *not* to. "The Powers that Be sent me to fight the baddies once again."
"And why you? Did they run out of sixteen year old girls?" Spike asked, half-joking.
"After the Pulse, everything was practically destroyed." Buffy started sadly. "The world was in chaos, breaking slowly. There were barely humans who survived the Pulse, let alone be feeded upon by vampires and demons. Present slayer is in Sunnydale. But vampires were traveling, going to other countries, seeking new refuges. So the Powers had no choice. They had to send back a couple or more slayers, for the sake of all humanity."
"So you got sent here?" Spike asked. "Why Seattle?"
"Well, unlike the others, I have been given a special task. And that task is to interpret the prophecy on a certain woman's skin."
"What does the prophecy say?" Spike asked curiously.
"Look, I don't think I should be telling you this." Buffy said reluctantly. "Besides, as they said before. 'Curiosity killed the cat.'" The slayer smirked at Spike's frowning face and stood up. "Well, I gotta go. It's getting late."
This time it was Spike's turn to smirk. "Oh really? And where are you staying?"
Buffy sighed. She forgot about that little concept.
***
The next day.
Sunlight streamed through the half-open window along with a small breeze of cool air. As it was Seattle, the sun wasn't exactly bright, but it was enough to awaken the slayer.
Buffy's eyes fluttered open and she squinted around the room in unfamiliarity. 'Where am I?' She thought sitting up. 'Oh yeah, 'No-tell Motel'' Buffy's brain answered for her as she let out a yawn. She had needed a place to stay last night, and as she refused to stay in Spike's apartment, she checked into the nearest motel to his place.
With one last languid stretch, she got up and changed quickly, checked-out and left in pursuit of a job, and perhaps, a new place to stay.
It was only a five-minute walk to Spike's apartment and she got there easily since it was only three blocks away. Buffy glanced at her watch before boarding the rusted up elevator and punching the number of Spike's floor, her watch read seven a.m.
Once she reached his floor, Buffy walked out of the elevator and knocked loudly on his front door. Spike opened it a few seconds later and invited her in. It was probably the darkest room in the whole building. There was barely any light inside, except for a few candles scattered around. There was only one window in the room, and a dark blood red curtain was drawn heavily across it, blocking any sunlight that might consider spilling in.
"Nice place you got here." Buffy said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Spike rolled his eyes, though they were twinkling merrily. Buffy knew that their little truce the night before had lessened the load on his shoulders. And he deserved it. Guilt must be very difficult to carry.
"Yeah," Spike replied raising one shoulder. "Got it cheap too."
"Right," Buffy said and rummaged through her bag, wondering how much money she had left at the mention of the money word 'cheap'. She counted exactly thirty dollars. "So anyway, do you have a sector pass?" Buffy asked the blonde vamp who was busily lighting a cigarette.
"Nope," came his reply.
"Then how do you get around the city?"
"I sneak out," Spike said with a careless shrug. "But *you* of course won't do that. Little tip slayer, there's a place called Jam Pony somewhere around here. You could apply for a job there."
"What kind of job?" Buffy asked wrinkling her nose.
"You deliver packages or something like that." Spike said letting out a ring of gray circles. "And the bonus prize is you get a sector pass."
"For once in your second lifetime, you actually have a good idea." Buffy said patting him on the head like someone would treat an unfortunate brained little boy.
And with a light-hearted 'thanks' at Spike. She left.
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