SPIKE

"Thankfully this class rocks!" Blaise commented as we sat down.

"Yeah," I replied not really knowing what to say.

I guess this is Blaise's and Draco's favorite class. I'm not so sure about that. I mean potions? Sounds like something Red would enjoy doing. My luck the potion will blow up and Boom! Sunlight will emit from it and bye-bye Spike. Then I heard a door open noisily and in walked a guy with long, greasy hair who looked like he hadn't had a bath since the 1800s. "Good morning class," he sneered as he walked towards the front of the classroom. "Today you will be learning how to make a pepper-up potion. And I will assign partners."

Most everyone in the room groaned including Blaise. "Great. Now I'll probably be paired with Weaselbrain or worse Longbottom," Blaise muttered.

Longbottom—what a last name! I'm so glad I dropped mine years ago. "Avery and Thomas," Greasy was now saying. "Crabbe and Weasley. Malfoy and Potter."

I stood up and looked around the dungeon. Potter—which one was a potter? It was probably some kid that liked to work with their hands. A few seconds later, a black haired boy with glasses walked up to me. "What? You can stand up but you're too lazy to walk over to me. Or maybe at your house you have someone to escort you everywhere!" the boy said.

What? Oh—Draco's rich. Got it. "Right. I was just waiting for my escort to take me over to you!" I replied sarcastically.

The boy rolled his eyes and I followed him over to his seat. "You better not tamper with the potion in order to make me get a bad grade," I warned him as I sat down.

"Oh, please Malfoy!" Potter exclaimed. "Like there's anything I could do to make you get a bad grade!"

I glared at the boy before opening my book to page 241. He reminded me of someone I knew. I just couldn't put my finder on it. "Maybe I should make a put-your-enemy-in-a-coma potion," I heard him mutter.

Hmm. Maybe he's actually related to Xander Harris and he just doesn't know it. They both hold grudges and despise me no matter how nice I try to be. Every time I put an ingredient in, I could feel Potter's cold eyes on me. "What's your problem?" I asked after I finished putting some type of red pepper spice into the bowl.

"My problem? You've never been anything but a git to me!" he retorted.

"Or maybe it was Angel in disguise," I muttered.

"What's that?" Potter asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

I don't really want to explain Angel to him. Besides I doubt he'll believe my story about being a vampire. "At this point I think I don't even care!" Potter told me.

After Snape checked the potions, class was dismissed. I met up with Blaise. "I don't know about you but I'm starved!" he told me.

"Me too," I replied as I glanced at his neck.

I closed my eyes to keep myself from thinking of Blaise as food. Plus, I couldn't put on my game face in front of him.

DRACO MALFOY

After making sure no one was looking, I poured the blood down the sink and rinsed the sink out. I'll find some real food later when everyone's fast asleep in his or her nice, warm, comfy beds. I went upstairs and bumped into Xander. "Spike! Feeling better?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Spike. I heard you were insane again," a blonde-haired woman said.

She's completely straightforward. I don't really like people who are always saying what's on their mind and telling you like it is. "Anya, come here," Xander told her.

How is she Xander's girlfriend anyway? Anya doesn't seem like Xander's type. I watched Anya go over to a corner with Xander. He started whispering to her. I really hate it when people do that. After everything I've been through—imprisonment and kidnapping—surely Xander can explain my situation to this Anya girl.

Anya then walked over to me and asked, "Do you remember who I am?"

" 'Course I do. You're Anya," I replied.

"Good. At least we know it wasn't a spell that makes you forget everything. I've done my share of those and they aren't pretty," Anya told me.

I quickly took a step back just in case she wasn't what she seemed. She could be a very evil person pretending to be quite harmless. "Ready?" Buffy asked.

I looked at Buffy. How did she get behind Anya? I wondered.

"Huh?" I questioned.

"To patrol. I thought it might help you to remember things faster," she replied.

"Oh," I said with a smile.

As we walked outside Buffy said, "It'll be pretty short since the sun's going to be up in an hour."

"Right," I replied.

Let's see vamps burn in the sun and are afraid of the full moon—no the full moon is for werewolves. Vampires don't like stakes or crosses. As long as I don't touch a cross I should be able to pretend that I'm Spike.

"You know, " I said after we had been walking in a cemetery for 15 minutes, "a girl like you really should rethink walking through cemeteries every night."

Buffy scoffed and glared at me. She kinda reminds me of Hermione. They both think I'm a bloody prat and are know-it-alls. I have a feeling that if they met, they'd become best friends within 5 minutes. It's a shame that Buffy wasn't at that school I was forced to attend. On the other hand, they could become enemies.

I felt someone push me from behind. I turned around and what I saw made me let out a blood curling scream.