A little boy sat on a park bench, crying silently. He looked around the park, which sat in Sunnydale, California, it was empty and dark. It started to drizzle ever so slightly and the boy hugged his legs to his body. He had dark black hair and bright green eyes. His usually bright face was now one of sorrow and fear as he rocked back and forth on the bench. Suddenly, the boy was thrown out of his trance as a man grabbed him by the throat. He lifted him from the park bench and the boy stared at him tears pouring from his eyes. The man's face was that of an animal. His incisors were elongated and his eyes were yellow. "Say goodbye boy." The thing hissed.
The little boy trembled with fear and all he could do was cry as the man brought him closer. He thought of his parents, who had just died. Right now he would've been watching a movie with them at home. Then he remembered the crash then...the foster home. He hated them. They tried to replace his parents. So he ran away. He was an orphan, a run away, and now he was dead. Then when he thought his life was over, his attacker was thrown to the ground. He landed on the grass and watched in amazement as a bleached-blonde haired man started to hit the man. Then he took out a wooden stick and drove it straight into the man's heart. The man exploded into a cloud of dust and the blonde man got up and turned to the boy. The boy just cried harder.
"What are you crying about? I just killed the man who was going to kill you." The blonde asked the green-eyed boy.
"I w-want my m-mom and d-dad." The boy sobbed.
"Well, tell me where you live and I'll take you home." The boy shook his head and the man sighed. "Look kid. I don't have a taste for you anymore. I won't hurt you."
"I know. It's just...my parents are d-dead." The boy stared at the man and cried again.
The man tilted his head ever so slightly, a sadness filling his eyes. "What's your name?" He asked the boy softly.
"J-Jacob."
"Well, Jake, I'm Spike. How 'bout you come with me and we get out of this rain?"
"You won't take me back to my foster home will you? I don't like them." The man shook his head and the boy raised his arms to him.
Spike took a step back and then moved forward and lifted the boy up into his arms. Jacob nestled his face into Spike's collar and hugged him tightly. Spike held him closer and then set off down the road. He was going to the only place he could now call home, The Summer's House.---------------
Spike opened the door, still cradling Jake in his arms. Buffy came to the door. "Spike, did you kill anything to-" Buffy stopped suddenly when she saw what Spike was holding. "What did you do?"
Spike turned to Buffy and whispered, "I found him in the park. His parents are dead Buffy, I couldn't just leave him in the rain."
Xander came banging into the room followed closely by Anya who was arguing with him...again. "Harris, don't you walk away from me!" Andrew followed closely behind with his video camera.
"Anya and Xander are at it again folks. This is breaking news-" Andrew abruptly stopped as he ran into Xander. "Heyyyy!" He whined. Then he noticed Spike, and he was holding a boy.
"Oooh, talk about breaking news." He said.