Foggy Night
By Darkened Ages
A/N I know, I really should be working on other things but when things just pop into my mind... I just can't resist...
The air was thick and full of moisture, and the fog that had rolled into the town had over stayed its never mentioned welcome. It made leaving the house something no one wanted to do, and visibility was impossible at best. But, as per usual, Buffy was still out, patrolling around the cemeteries because Giles had decided that the fog had to be evil; or the work of some one evil. He just couldn't except that the fog was just some normal, unhellish, fog from the ocean.
She sighed as she walked, gaze cast downward, wondering how she was even going to see anything so she could fight, before she yelped, tripping over something small she couldn't see on the ground. Grumbling as she recovered from her almost fall, she felt around for a headstone, and sat down.
A human like figured appeared in the fog, walking casually through the graveyard. Stopping, the shadow seemed to consider which way it wanted to go, before it continued toward her.
"Hey pet."
Buffy groaned, "What do you want Spike?"
"Oh, nothing just wondering what you're doing out tonight, s'not like you'd be able to see anything you'd be killing." He mused, standing in front of her, "Hell, I'd be surprised if you were the ne doing the killing."
"What are you trying to say blondie?"
He blinked, confused at the chosen nickname, "That you'd probably be better off not patrolling tonight, luv."
"Yeah well, tell that to Giles, he still thinks it should be all work and no play for the slayer..."
Spike smirked, and leaned in close to her, his breath tickling her face, "I think I could fix that..."
She stared into his eyes, knowing that, because they were so close, even one word could bring their faces to close for comfort, not that they already weren't.
She placed her hands on his chest, and pushed him away, effectively removing him from her personal space bubble, "You're a pig Spike."
"Maybe, but you love it."
She rolled her eyes indignantly, and stood up, set on walking away from him, but no, it could never be that easy. He followed her, chuckling softly every time she cursed him, or tripping on objects she couldn't see. Then, of course, when she stopped, he pretended not to notice and ran right into her, almost knocking her over.
He heard her sigh in frustration, the scream in surprise before the cry was muffled, and it was silent around him.
"Buffy?" he called, looking around into the fog, finding it impossible to see anything that wasn't two inches from his nose.
"Buffy!?"
A soft mew answered his call, and he looked down to see a small kitten staring back up at him wistfully. His eyes widened, "Buffy?"
The kitten mewed softly once more, and rubbed itself up against his leg.
Spike gently picked up the animal, and held it carefully in his arms, looking down at it incredulously. It meowed at him joyfully.
"Bloody Hell..."
Spike bolted back to the Magic Box, avoiding hidden traps in the fog the best he could, barely missing a six foot hole in the ground. He burst through the door of the shop, not bothering to close it behind himself, and sprinted to the table.
Xander was the first to notice him, "Dead Boy two," he greeted the vampire, ready to follow the greeting when he spotted the kitten, "Been cheating at Kitten Poker again Spike?" he asked.
"No I was-" he was interrupted by an excited squeal.
"Oh Spike! It's so cute, what's its name?" Dawn asked, taking the kitten from him adoringly.
"It's Buffy," he said, "She's-"
Xander stood up, "Spike we know about your Buffy obsession, and naming a cat after her is creepy and-"
"No you wanker! Buffy, she's been turned into the bloody kitten!" He shouted, becoming extremely frustrated.
That shut everyone one, well, for a minute anyway before the questions started flowing all at once.
"Wait what?" Willow asked, obviously confused, followed by Dawn shrieking, "My sister's a cat!?" while looking down at the little kitty in her arms disbelievingly.
Giles then looked up at Spike, "Do you happen to know how she was... well, turned into a feline?"
"No, we were just patrolling around the cemetery, and she stopped, I crashed into her, then she screamed, and then there was no more Buffy, just a cat right where she'd been before." He told him, recalling everything that had happened that night in the graveyard.
"Dear Lord..." Giles said, looking at the kitten Dawn was holding.