Spike wandered the halls of the school, searching desperately for any sign of a kitchen. He was terribly hungry and was hoping that they carried some blood in their refrigerator. He searched high and low, but the place didn't seem to have one.
"Bugger this!" Spike said as he threw his arms up in the air. "I can't believe that this sodding place doesn't have a bloody kitchen." He turned and stormed off. He quickly turned the corner, not caring to see if someone was coming around it. Someone was, and the boy slammed right into Spike's chest, making him stagger back a few feet. "Hey, watch it!"
The boy was taller than most of the kids his age. He wore a long, black cloak that just about touched the floor when he walked. His hair was bleach blonde, just like Spike's and his eyes were a cold blue. He looked up and glared at Spike.
"Why don't you look where you're going?" The boy snarled. On his cloak, there was a shield with a snake on it.
Spike pointed at his chest, "Slytherin, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You must be that Malfoy boy I heard so much about since I've gotten here."
"Yeah. I'm Draco Malfoy, from a pureblooded wizarding family. I certainly don't hang around filthy little mudbloods like Potter."
"I take it you hate Harry's guts?"
"Got that right. Him and that new teacher...O'Connor. Can't stand him. He acts like he's invincible."
"Angel." Spike hissed.
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I tried to kill his girl. And her friends actually. I did succeed in killing a few of them. Let's just say that he and I go way back." Spike grinned at the boy.
Draco stepped back and eyed the stranger warily, "You've killed people before?"
"Yeah. Is it that shocking? I remember what it was like. Me and Dru, tearing up some families house. Killing the poor bloke's family. It was great. And Angel...he was another story. Always wanted the pure hearted ones. They were the best he'd always say. Dru was one of his, drove her mad then turned her. That's what I loved so much about her."
"Professor O'Connor killed people?" Malfoy asked astonished.
"Oh yeah. One of the most feared of his time." Spike paused and looked at Draco, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where the kitchen is would you?"
"It's down the corridor, behind the painting with the pear on it. Tickle the pear and you have access."
"Right...Tickle it?"
"Yep. What's your name anyway?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"Spike. Just call me Spike."
The next day, kids rushed into DADA class. They took their seats in front of Buffy and she started. "Today you'll meet you're other teachers. They handle the spells and potions in this class. Angel and I will handle the hand-to-hand combat, but otherwise, you'll be with these folks. Let me introduce you to Willow Rosenburg. A lifetime friend of mine and one of the most powerful wiccas you'll ever meet."
Willow walked through the door and waved to the kids. They all smiled back. She had bright red hair and was very pretty. She smiled so wide that the kids couldn't help being happy. "Hi everyone," she said.
"The next person you'll meet has been my mentor for over eight years. He's more like a father to me than anything else. His name is Rupert Giles."
A tall more aged man stepped out of the shadows, and gave them a slight nod of the head. He spoke in a strong British accent the made the kids comfortable, "Nice to meet all of you. It should be great this year."
"Now these last two people are two of Angel's good friends. The girl is Winifred Burkle, or Fred. She is a bookworm that knows every type of demon and it's abilities. Her boyfriend Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, or Wesley, is powerful in the line of magics and is also a great potion and poultice maker. He is skilled in combat and has exceptional knowledge of supernatural beings and occurrences."
A tall man and shorter woman walked in saying hi to Angel as they passed him. Fred had a huge smile on her face. She had long, wavy, brown hair and was very petite. Wesley on the other hand was strongly built. He was a very attractive man with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. It looked like he didn't shave today, since there was a little hair sprouting up on his chin. The kids watched Wesley curiously. He sure didn't look that powerful in the magics. Then he turned and the kids gasped. Wesley had a large scar across his neck. It stretched maybe five, six inches from the side past the middle. He stared at them and subconsciously rubbed a hand over his neck.
"Well, now that we've met everyone. Let's get to work!"
Thanks to all who have reviewed my fanfic! I'm glad to have such support. To those who are worried that this will turn into a Spuffy fic, don't worry. It won't! But...that doesn't mean that I'm going to kill him off right away. Be patient. Even I'm not sure how it's going to turn out yet, but Buffy and Angel will definitely stay together. Thanks for reading, please tell me how this chapter is!
