Draco Malfoy

"So what do you have for me?" I asked as I went into Blondie's house.

"Buffy! You're home, how did it go?" A younger brown-haired girl asked.

So that was Blondie's real name! "Hey Dawn! I got 2 vampires that's all. Guess it's not a big vampire night," Buffy said.

Okay, so now I'm in a house with a girl who catches vampires. For all I know she could think I'm one and her plan is to kill me. "Call Xander and Anya and tell them to come over right away," Buffy told Dawn.

Sheesh this Buffy sure is bossy. Buffy then led me down some steps. I wonder what could be down there. Maybe she had a present for me—like plane tickets she never used. Or maybe car keys, or there was no surprise and Buffy is really a bad person in disguise. "Okay, Spike close your eyes so I can give you your surprise. And don't you dare open them until I say so," she told me.

"Okay," I replied as I closed my eyes.

Maybe if I did what she said, she wouldn't hurt me. I felt something cold against both of my wrists. What was she doing? I know! She was giving me metal bracelets—that's cool, I guess. "Okay, you can open your eyes now!" I heard Buffy say.

I opened my eyes to see Buffy sitting on the stairs. I then looked down at my hand and almost had a heart attack! I was chained up! Buffy really was crazy and she had taken me hostage. Who knows what she plans to do to me? "What is this?" I asked her as I rattled the chains. "Why are you making me your prisoner?"

"It's for protection," Buffy replied simply.

"Protection? Who are you trying to protect?" I asked.

"You."

Before I could say something, a boy came downstairs. "So what's so urgent that…Hey you finally decided to chain him up--" the boy began.

"Xander, be quiet!" Buffy chided. "Where's Anya?"

"Upstairs with Dawn," Xander replied.

I think all the people around here have strange names, not that I have a normal name. "We have a situation here. I was patrolling when I found Spike. Something happened and I don't think he's all there. I'm not sure if it's just because he has a soul now or what."

"Right, Ahn, Wills, and I will start researching demon causes of vampires going psycho," Xander replied glumly.

So, they think I'm crazy? Well, I hope they don't find anything useful. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

SPIKE

I woke up the next morning to see Blaise and two huge boys. "Finally, you're up! C'mon Draco you're going to miss breakfast," Blaise told me.

Big deal. Like it really matters! I thought.

"Hold on, I just gotta get dressed," I told him.

They then left and I began to look through Draco's stuff. After a couple of minutes, I found his schedule. I put it on the bed, got dressed and then put the schedule in my pocket. I found my way next to Blaise and checked out was being served for breakfast. "You gonna eat anything Draco?" Blaise asked after a while.

Not unless they're serving buffalo wings, onion blossoms, or wheetabix! I thought.

" 'm not hungry," I told him.

"Oh," Blaise replied.

I took out Draco's schedule to see what classes he had today—History of Magic and Potions. I could remember that. "C'mon Draco! We wouldn't want to miss Professor Binn's class!" Blaise said after we had gotten our books.

I glared at him. How interesting could a history class be? I could write a history book on my life—well unlife. I followed Blaise wondering about Blaise's sanity and how Draco put up with him. I then settled in a desk behind Blaise.

A few minutes later, the teacher floated in. I mean it! Professor Binns was a bloody ghost. "Good morning, class," he greeted dully.

I sighed. I could tell that this was going to be a boring class. Maybe I should use this class to figure out how I'm going to feed. "Today we are going to learn about the mythology of the Slayer. I don't usually teach about myths—but this one is important especially since some seem to believe it is true," he said.

That caught my attention. I raised my hand. "Yes, mister Melon?" he asked.

" Did you say myth?" I questioned.

"Yes, I did. There is no proof that the Slayer exists. According to legend every generation one girl is chosen to stand against the vampires, demons and forces of darkness!" Binns replied.

"What do you mean there's no proof of the Slayer?" I blurted out.

" I mean that no one has actually proved she exists. There has been accounts of one but no one has ever been able to find out if the documents are true or not," Binns replied dully.

I sighed. Obviously, these people never had to deal with vampire or demons. "I think the Slayer myth is just that—a myth!" Blaise told me as we walked towards our next class.

"Why?" I asked.

Blaise sighed and replied, "Puh-lease! A girl whose job is to save the world? That's like having Harry Potter turn into a girl and gain superpowers besides being a witch!"

I have no idea who Harry Potter is but I'm guessing that he's a hero who neither Blaise nor Draco likes. Maybe he's a little bit like Angel. If he is than I can see why they don't like him. "Bu—she isn't even magical," I argued.

"Geez, Draco! Why can't you agree with me once in a while? I am after all your best friend. And besides, if there was a Slayer, she would be here trying to defeat Voldemort," Blaise replied.

DRACO MALFOY

You know how you feel before you wake up in a strange place—like you're back at home? I hate that feeling. I had it right before I opened my eyes. Imagine my disappointment when I found out that I was still in Buffy's basement.

I rattled the chains I was in. I've got to figure out a way to get out of these. Malfoy's aren't supposed to be held prisoner. They're supposed to hold others hostage. There's not a lot of ways to find out how to act like this Spike dude and get out of these bloody stupid chains! I don't even know why I followed Blondie anyway. Oh, I remember now! She seemed much nicer than Granger! But honestly, all kidnappers and evil doers seem nice at first. Even I was nice to Potter when we first met.

I guess I could pretend that I have amnesia. No one would think I was crazy and I would figure out who Spike is. I just hope he isn't a psycho who hangs around people who are borderline schizophrenic. Then I would really regret my one moment of insanity. "Hey, Spike! Are you okay?" Dawn asked as she came downstairs.

"Fine 'cept for the chains and I know I'm not crazy!" I told her.

"But how come Buffy told me you were talking like you did after you got your soul?" she asked as she sat down on the cot beside me.

"I'm not sure," I lied. "I had this memory of knowing that I had to get on a plane. And I can't really remember a lot about you guys! My memories are all--"

"—Out of whack?" Dawn asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I'll be right back," she said.

I sighed. Why did I have to be mistaken for someone else? Especially someone who hangs around a bird who takes occasional walks in the graveyard. I'm certain that if anyone is borderline schizo it's Blondie. Maybe Potter thought it would be funny if I was forced to be nice for a while. He sure has a warped since of humor. "Hey, Spike," a redhead said as she came down the stairs.

"Hey, Red!" I replied hoping she already knew about what I told Dawn.

"You believe a spell caused this?" she asked.

"What else could've done it?" I asked.

"You never said--" Dawn began.

"I knew you would get the message. 'Sides you did, remember?" I interrupted.

"Right," Dawn replied.

"Well, according to my books there's no way to reverse any spell that causes amnesiac symptoms. Hopefully, Spike'll remember stuff after we remind him," Red said.

"Here, drink this!" Dawn told me.

I took the warm cup and took a sip of it. Yeech! I thought.

It was blood, which meant only one thing. I was pretending to be a vampire. That's worse than pretending to be psycho. At least then, I could act like my dad.

Man, if only I'd paid more attention in DADA class during the vampire lesson. At least I now know not to drink any red looking juice they give me. Now how do I wash out the taste of blood once I'm free of these chains?

A/N: This story takes places during Draco's 7th year and during an AU BtVS season 7.