Chapter 11: Conversations with Spike
Buffy strolled through Seattle's cemetery.or what was left of it. Though filled to the brim, many of the crypts, mausoleums, and tombstones were in ruins, meaning they were either split in half or completely disintegrated and shattered into nothing but mere crumbs.
Spike walked noiselessly beside her, stake in hand, ready to kill. Chip, or no chip, his conscience kept him to his good side. "This place is the dumps," Buffy commented, her hazel eyes darting around the graveyard for any sign of vampires.
"Yeah," Spike said kicking a small pebble that got in his way. It bounced unaffectedly against an already-broken down tombstone, making a small noise. "Not many had survived the pulse, nor did much of the buildings."
They walked on and on through the cemetery, checking into opened burial chambers in case there were any nesting vampires hanging around inside. After almost an hour of patrolling, they found not one single vampire, which struck Buffy nervous. As Spike had told her, vamps used to crawl every night here, and yet here they were, and not a single vampire on the loose. The last time something like this had happened back at Sunnydale, the vampires were either fleeing from another bigger, scarier demon, or they were planning some big attack. And neither of the two had a very pleasant outcome.
Buffy shivered as a cool breeze swept across her arms. She pulled her jacket around her tighter. Seattle was a lot colder than California. Maybe it was because of the rain. There seemed to be rain every day, and it was starting to become the usual weather.
As they turned a corner, Spike broke the companionable silence that lay between them. "So have you found the girl you've been looking for?" he asked.
"We work at the same place," Buffy answered. "Coincidence, isn't it?"
"The Powers must have made it easy for you," Spike said smirking.
"Maybe," Buffy said shrugging. "I still don't know how to tell her about the whole 'prophecy' thing. Doubt she'll believe a word I say."
"Depends on who the girl is," Spike said. "I've heard a lot of strange things going on around here in Seattle. Tabloids and everything."
"Oh really? What?"
"Some strange things about transgenics on the loose." Spike said shaking his head in skepticism.
"Transgenics?"
"Sorta like chimeras."
"That is definitely weird." Buffy said. "Think their magical or something?"
"Nah, I heard that they were created by some secret-government agency.soldiers of some sort." Spike informed her. "That's all I know.anyway, what about you? Why were you sent here by the Powers?"
"Didn't I already tell you that curiosity killed the cat?" Buffy teased.
"Too bad I'm not a cat, I'm a bat." Spike said, smirking.
"You're right," Buffy said, sighing. "But on one condition."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Better be good slayer,"
"You help me spill the beans."
"Beans? What beans?"
"Shut up Spike. I meant, you help me find a way to make her believe whatever I tell her about the prophecy."
"Piece of cake."
"What do you know about cakes?"
"A lot more than you do!"
"When was the last time you have ever eaten a cake?!"
"I dunno, some two thousand years ago."
"Oh Riiiight,"
"You do know that were getting out of the subject."
"Sorry. Anyway, this girl. Like I said before, on her skin lies an ancient prophecy. A prophecy that says that her child will be the one girl who will save all humanity from evil."
"Did I say it was going to be a piece of cake?"
"SPIKE!"
A/N: I don't really know if the chapter is funny or not,.just tell me by reviewing. I'm very open to criticisms. :-)
Buffy strolled through Seattle's cemetery.or what was left of it. Though filled to the brim, many of the crypts, mausoleums, and tombstones were in ruins, meaning they were either split in half or completely disintegrated and shattered into nothing but mere crumbs.
Spike walked noiselessly beside her, stake in hand, ready to kill. Chip, or no chip, his conscience kept him to his good side. "This place is the dumps," Buffy commented, her hazel eyes darting around the graveyard for any sign of vampires.
"Yeah," Spike said kicking a small pebble that got in his way. It bounced unaffectedly against an already-broken down tombstone, making a small noise. "Not many had survived the pulse, nor did much of the buildings."
They walked on and on through the cemetery, checking into opened burial chambers in case there were any nesting vampires hanging around inside. After almost an hour of patrolling, they found not one single vampire, which struck Buffy nervous. As Spike had told her, vamps used to crawl every night here, and yet here they were, and not a single vampire on the loose. The last time something like this had happened back at Sunnydale, the vampires were either fleeing from another bigger, scarier demon, or they were planning some big attack. And neither of the two had a very pleasant outcome.
Buffy shivered as a cool breeze swept across her arms. She pulled her jacket around her tighter. Seattle was a lot colder than California. Maybe it was because of the rain. There seemed to be rain every day, and it was starting to become the usual weather.
As they turned a corner, Spike broke the companionable silence that lay between them. "So have you found the girl you've been looking for?" he asked.
"We work at the same place," Buffy answered. "Coincidence, isn't it?"
"The Powers must have made it easy for you," Spike said smirking.
"Maybe," Buffy said shrugging. "I still don't know how to tell her about the whole 'prophecy' thing. Doubt she'll believe a word I say."
"Depends on who the girl is," Spike said. "I've heard a lot of strange things going on around here in Seattle. Tabloids and everything."
"Oh really? What?"
"Some strange things about transgenics on the loose." Spike said shaking his head in skepticism.
"Transgenics?"
"Sorta like chimeras."
"That is definitely weird." Buffy said. "Think their magical or something?"
"Nah, I heard that they were created by some secret-government agency.soldiers of some sort." Spike informed her. "That's all I know.anyway, what about you? Why were you sent here by the Powers?"
"Didn't I already tell you that curiosity killed the cat?" Buffy teased.
"Too bad I'm not a cat, I'm a bat." Spike said, smirking.
"You're right," Buffy said, sighing. "But on one condition."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Better be good slayer,"
"You help me spill the beans."
"Beans? What beans?"
"Shut up Spike. I meant, you help me find a way to make her believe whatever I tell her about the prophecy."
"Piece of cake."
"What do you know about cakes?"
"A lot more than you do!"
"When was the last time you have ever eaten a cake?!"
"I dunno, some two thousand years ago."
"Oh Riiiight,"
"You do know that were getting out of the subject."
"Sorry. Anyway, this girl. Like I said before, on her skin lies an ancient prophecy. A prophecy that says that her child will be the one girl who will save all humanity from evil."
"Did I say it was going to be a piece of cake?"
"SPIKE!"
A/N: I don't really know if the chapter is funny or not,.just tell me by reviewing. I'm very open to criticisms. :-)