Invisi-Spike Chapter 3
Spike POV
A/N: Okay, new chapter. Sorry about the format, got really funky for a minute. Should be better now.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of BTVS or Angels characters. They belong to the god, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I want to make it known that this story is not for the point of plagiarizing BTVS and Angel, but for the mere purposes of others enjoyment. I highly respect Joss Whedon and would enjoy not being sued.
My heart reached out to her when she said those words. I wished I could hold her. That was when I knew that I needed to be turned back, to my normal, visible self. Using my vampiric speed, I zipped out of her room, down the stairs, and out the door. I dashed to the nerds place and waltzed in. "'Ello, ello again!" I hollered. "Want to be changed back to my normal friggin self, if ya don't mind."
Warren walked out from who knows where, "Hold your horses, Spike," he sneered cooly. "I believe we did have a bargain."
"Yeh, yeh, yeh. Get on with it."
"We need you to plant this camera in front of Buffy's house."
"Thas it?"
"Yup."
"Okay, so, change me back," I growled.
"Plant the camera first."
I stalked over to their table covered in silly super hero and super villain dolls, and grabbed one off of the table. "Change me back, now, or your dolls get it!"
Some wanker I've never seen before with blond hair came rushing out to Warren. "Warren!" he screeched. "Not the dolls. Change him back."
"Fine, fine, Andrew! Jeez, calm down, will you?" Warren picked up the gun, which I personally thought was overly exaggerated in the constructing of it. It was too bloody shiny, silly wankers. Try to stand out, yep, that's them all right. "Ok, here goes." Warren flipped a couple switches and pushed a button when a ray of some sort flew out and poked into my chest. "All done," he said, turning off the beam. "Now, here's the camera you have to hide outside of Buffy's house." He picked up a tiny thing of a camera and handed it to me.
"Okay, see you later I spose," I smiled sardonically before walking up the stairs. When I was on the top step, I felt a prick in my back, and I growled ferociously. I reached behind me and yanked a tranquilizer dart out of my back. I ran out and all the way to Buffy's house, where I collapsed on her front porch. "Buffy!" I called hoarsely. "Buffy!" My fist hit the door with as much strength as I could muster. I propped my back against the door, and the last thing I remember was the door opening and me lying on my back, staring up at the white ceiling in Buffy's entryway.
A/N: Dun dun dunnn. what will happen to our beloved Spike? And I do mean beloved. Don't worry, no character death, not for a while (he, he, he). But definitely Spuffy coming up.
Spike POV
A/N: Okay, new chapter. Sorry about the format, got really funky for a minute. Should be better now.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of BTVS or Angels characters. They belong to the god, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I want to make it known that this story is not for the point of plagiarizing BTVS and Angel, but for the mere purposes of others enjoyment. I highly respect Joss Whedon and would enjoy not being sued.
My heart reached out to her when she said those words. I wished I could hold her. That was when I knew that I needed to be turned back, to my normal, visible self. Using my vampiric speed, I zipped out of her room, down the stairs, and out the door. I dashed to the nerds place and waltzed in. "'Ello, ello again!" I hollered. "Want to be changed back to my normal friggin self, if ya don't mind."
Warren walked out from who knows where, "Hold your horses, Spike," he sneered cooly. "I believe we did have a bargain."
"Yeh, yeh, yeh. Get on with it."
"We need you to plant this camera in front of Buffy's house."
"Thas it?"
"Yup."
"Okay, so, change me back," I growled.
"Plant the camera first."
I stalked over to their table covered in silly super hero and super villain dolls, and grabbed one off of the table. "Change me back, now, or your dolls get it!"
Some wanker I've never seen before with blond hair came rushing out to Warren. "Warren!" he screeched. "Not the dolls. Change him back."
"Fine, fine, Andrew! Jeez, calm down, will you?" Warren picked up the gun, which I personally thought was overly exaggerated in the constructing of it. It was too bloody shiny, silly wankers. Try to stand out, yep, that's them all right. "Ok, here goes." Warren flipped a couple switches and pushed a button when a ray of some sort flew out and poked into my chest. "All done," he said, turning off the beam. "Now, here's the camera you have to hide outside of Buffy's house." He picked up a tiny thing of a camera and handed it to me.
"Okay, see you later I spose," I smiled sardonically before walking up the stairs. When I was on the top step, I felt a prick in my back, and I growled ferociously. I reached behind me and yanked a tranquilizer dart out of my back. I ran out and all the way to Buffy's house, where I collapsed on her front porch. "Buffy!" I called hoarsely. "Buffy!" My fist hit the door with as much strength as I could muster. I propped my back against the door, and the last thing I remember was the door opening and me lying on my back, staring up at the white ceiling in Buffy's entryway.
A/N: Dun dun dunnn. what will happen to our beloved Spike? And I do mean beloved. Don't worry, no character death, not for a while (he, he, he). But definitely Spuffy coming up.