SPIKE

"It's Ginny isn't it?" Blaise asked as we walked through Hogsmeade.

"What?" I questioned.

I had no idea what he was talking about and I was starting to get really hungry. Sure vampires could go without ever feeding but eventually we'd hallucinate and have brain damage. I don't fancy hallucinating about Angel or Giles. I just hope this place has a redeemed vampire approved snack. "You like Ginny Weasley don't you?" Blaise replied pointing out a redheaded girl sitting at a table with a couple of other girls.

"Why do you think I like her?" I wondered.

"The other day when Pansy kissed you, you told me the girl you liked was younger than you. I just thought it might be Ginny since she's a 6th year," Blaise said.

"Sorry, mate. Ginny doesn't hold the key to my heart," I replied not mentioning the fact that my heart doesn't beat.

"All right. How about one of her friends?" he questioned.

"Not bloo…" I trailed off when I saw some suckers that were displayed in a shop called 'unusual tastes'.

This was my kind of shop. They had blood-flavored lollipops. This was bloody marvelous. What a wonderful solution to my problem. "What's wrong?" Blaise asked.

"Look at these," I exclaimed as I pointed to the suckers.

"They're probably for vampires. I mean who else would want suckers that taste like blood?" Blaise replied with a shudder.

So he knows about my kind. That's good—especially if I end up needing to tell someone about who I really am. "I dunno. Might be neat to try. That or give to your enemies," I suggested.

Blaise's eyes seemed to light up. "That's a great idea. You could pretend to make a truce and then when they eat it, they'll be completely grossed out. You should get one for your dad for his birthday!" he told me.

"Good idea," I replied distractedly as I walked inside.

DRACO MALFOY

I woke up to find myself in a dark room tied up. Boy people in Sunnydale sure are friendly. All they want to do is tie you up.

"OH, Spike! You've been a naughty boy. The stars they whispered that you've been taken away!" a young girl said.

She came into the light and I saw that she was about 18 with long black hair. I don't think she's in her right mind. "Stars don't talk. Why'd you bring me here?" I questioned.

"Oh, but they do," she said as she came closer to me. "And they say you took Spike far away to your land!"

The crazy girl ran a fingernail down my cheek. "Now where is he? There's so much pain!" she sobbed.

She's way freakier than Trelawney. It's not everyday that you meet someone who talks to stars. "What are you on?" I questioned.

She must be in one of those human LSD gangs! A laugh escaped her lips. Not a normal laugh, though. It was more of an evil, mad laugh. "He's like daddy! The Slayer ruined him. But you, you'll be mine. They wish it to be. Too bad no one realized you couldn't be Spike. Guess those awful humans couldn't hear your nasty heart. It'll all be over soon!" the girl said.

As she turned around, I began to try to get my hands out of the rope. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could and then opened them hoping that I would find myself back at Hogwarts and this was all a horrible nightmare. I had no such luck. I was still here in this room with one crazy bird.

I watched the girl take a doll and sit her on a shelf. "Here you go Miss Edith. Now do behave or you'll go back to your corner and you won't get to watch."

She then turned to me. I screamed—as loud as I could. I hoped that maybe—just maybe—somebody would hear me. If not, this would be the end of Draco Malfoy as we know it.

Right now, I wished that I had never wandered off. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't be about to die at this very moment. "Please don't kill me!" I begged her after realizing no one was going to hear my desperate screams.

I was a goner. No one knew I was here in Sunnydale. Everyone—including Hermione—probably thinks that Spike dude is me. There's absolutely no chance I'll make it out.

I closed my eyes and tried to think positive. But alas, what can be positive about some crazy, LSD girl whose about to end your life prematurely? Not one bloody thing is positive about that. I don't think even the most optimistic person could think positive during a situation like this.