Invisi-Spike Chapter 2
Buffy POV
A/N: Okay, thank you thank you, thank you for the reviews!!! Such a great feeling, I've been inspired, to write another chapter.
Ooooh, yeah, the disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Company own Buffy. Let us all bow down to him now.
I tossed my stakes carelessly in the general direction of the weapons chest and rolled my shoulders. I had a major run-in with a group of six chaos demons and was definitely not feeling at my best. I trudged into the kitchen and found a note taped to the door.
Buffy,
I went to the Bronze with Willow and Tara. Shouldn't be back till late.
Love ya,
Dawn
"Oooh, yay," I mumbled sarcastically. "I get this big ole house all to my lonesome." I tore the note off and crumpled it up. I tossed towards the trashcan, but it bounced off. "God damn stupid trash cans," I muttered. "Don't know what's good for them." I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice cubes before walking upstairs. I paused in front of my room, when not so bad chills went down my spine. Those only happened when Spike was around. "Spike?" I called out nervously, pushing my door all the way open, "Spike?" I sighed when there was no answer. "God, Buffy, get a hold of yourself." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "See, this is what you resort yourself to, talking and giving pep talks to yourself." I ran my hand through my hair, to discover that it was covered in goo. "Stupid demon gang." I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I peeled my clothes off gingerly before stepping under the hot spray. When I was convinced that there no longer was goo on my body or in my hair, I got out and wrapped a towel around myself. I picked up my clothes off the floor and went back into my bedroom, where my glass of ice had melted into mainly water, with a few slivers of ice still floating in it. I yawned and walked up to my wall mirror. Raking my fingers through my hair, I tried to detangle it. I stared at myself. I didn't like what I saw. I had dark circles under my eyes, not too dark, but still, not appealing. "Damn lifestyle, takes up too much time." I started pacing my room. "If it's not an apocalypse, it's the bills. If it's not the bills, it is having to hang around with my, so called 'friends'. I know they mean well, but these days." I rub my hands over my eyes and walk to my dresser. I pull out my yummi sushi pajamas and am putting them on when I continue my rant. "I always have to be strong, because it would be so wrong for me to actually have a weakness. God forbid they lose me, because the whole god damn world depends on me. Oh, lets resurrect her, but make her have to dig herself out of her grave. Let's make her kill her undead boyfriend, oh, she didn't do it yet, so let's yell at her. It's starting to feel like the only people who I'm allowed to give a damn about is them. I do not like this new rule. But then again, the only guys I gave a damn about left, my dad, Angel, Parker. well he was just a mistake, Riley. I don't think I could bear it if Spike left me too."
A/N: Okay, thank you thank you, thank you for the reviews!!! Such a great feeling, I've been inspired, to write another chapter.
Ooooh, yeah, the disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Company own Buffy. Let us all bow down to him now.
I tossed my stakes carelessly in the general direction of the weapons chest and rolled my shoulders. I had a major run-in with a group of six chaos demons and was definitely not feeling at my best. I trudged into the kitchen and found a note taped to the door.
Buffy,
I went to the Bronze with Willow and Tara. Shouldn't be back till late.
Love ya,
Dawn
"Oooh, yay," I mumbled sarcastically. "I get this big ole house all to my lonesome." I tore the note off and crumpled it up. I tossed towards the trashcan, but it bounced off. "God damn stupid trash cans," I muttered. "Don't know what's good for them." I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice cubes before walking upstairs. I paused in front of my room, when not so bad chills went down my spine. Those only happened when Spike was around. "Spike?" I called out nervously, pushing my door all the way open, "Spike?" I sighed when there was no answer. "God, Buffy, get a hold of yourself." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "See, this is what you resort yourself to, talking and giving pep talks to yourself." I ran my hand through my hair, to discover that it was covered in goo. "Stupid demon gang." I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I peeled my clothes off gingerly before stepping under the hot spray. When I was convinced that there no longer was goo on my body or in my hair, I got out and wrapped a towel around myself. I picked up my clothes off the floor and went back into my bedroom, where my glass of ice had melted into mainly water, with a few slivers of ice still floating in it. I yawned and walked up to my wall mirror. Raking my fingers through my hair, I tried to detangle it. I stared at myself. I didn't like what I saw. I had dark circles under my eyes, not too dark, but still, not appealing. "Damn lifestyle, takes up too much time." I started pacing my room. "If it's not an apocalypse, it's the bills. If it's not the bills, it is having to hang around with my, so called 'friends'. I know they mean well, but these days." I rub my hands over my eyes and walk to my dresser. I pull out my yummi sushi pajamas and am putting them on when I continue my rant. "I always have to be strong, because it would be so wrong for me to actually have a weakness. God forbid they lose me, because the whole god damn world depends on me. Oh, lets resurrect her, but make her have to dig herself out of her grave. Let's make her kill her undead boyfriend, oh, she didn't do it yet, so let's yell at her. It's starting to feel like the only people who I'm allowed to give a damn about is them. I do not like this new rule. But then again, the only guys I gave a damn about left, my dad, Angel, Parker. well he was just a mistake, Riley. I don't think I could bear it if Spike left me too."