DRACO MALFOY
"Please! Stop! I'm too young to die--please don't hurt me!" I cried.
"I'm not going to stake you, Spike. I'm doing this for your own good—trust me," the girl with blonde hair said tightening the chain, so hard I was sure my hands would fall off.
"So…you're killing me for my own good? That doesn't make any sense!" I told her.
I'm not sure if that was a threat or not—I'm not even sure where I am.
"Weren't you listening to me at all Spike? I'm not going to stake you—"
"Why would you stake me? You're probably just gonna kill me with a spell, right? For my own good?"
"NO! I'm not going to kill you. I'm tying you up for your own good—that's all," she replied.
"Well, you don't have to tie me up so tight!" I told her.
My wrists were stinging. I don't get why she thinks she needs to tie me up. I'm perfectly harmless. The girl then loosened the chains on my arms and feet a little. "Sorry," she told me.
You know what's really bothering me? That I don't know this evil girl's name. There's only one way to find out. "Thanks, Rachel," I said, thinking of a name from the top of my head.
She bent down in front of me. "It's Buffy," she whispered.
I don't even think she was mad, by the way she said it—sweetly and so soft. She then turned around and walked up the stairs, leaving me alone. Buffy—what a name.
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3rd Person
Buffy Summers the slayer of Sunnydale had chained Spike up. She had done this for a reason, of course. She thought Spike was insane or something. She went upstairs to talk to Willow, Dawn, Xander, and her watcher—Giles for information. Buffy sighed, as she gathered everyone together. "We're going to have a research party," she said. "Willow I need you to find out everything you can on vampires. Spike has been acting really weird tonight. I chained him up in the basement for now."
"What's wrong with him?" Xander asked.
"He's insane or something. I first saw him coming home from the graveyard. He asked me if it hurt when I fell from Heaven. I played along with him because I did die twice," she explained. "And, he thinks my name is Rachel, he's still in school. He's forgotten who and what he is."
"WOW! I'd better start researching right away!" Willow exclaimed, jumping on the computer.
"Come on, you guys, we all have research to do," Buffy said to the others. "Let's move it."
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SPIKE
I sat beside the Girl with issues for hours. She never told me where I was headed. Women these days, they never answer a bloody question. It was pitch black out the window and we started to slow down to a stop. (When I was first on the train, the sun was setting and it wasn't directly over me—thank goodness!)
I looked down at what I was wearing for the first time. I was wearing some sort of robes. Did Dawn and Buffy change my clothes? No, Bollix that. The thought ran a shiver down my spine. My heart pounded hard as if it would pop right out of my chest—h-heart?! I quickly felt my hand, searching for my pulse. Bloody Hell! I had a pulse! I jerked my hand away from my wrist. It felt too weird. After being a vampire with no pulse or anything for almost 200 years, trust me, it feels really, really weird. Wait a minute—I—I'm human! Bloody hell! Human!! I, William the Bloody am human at last. "Earth to Malfoy!"
"Huh?" I asked.
"Are you coming or not?" they asked.
I hadn't realized we had come to a complete stop. "Yeah, I'm coming," I said getting to my feet.
I followed the three of them into a huge castle and sat threw a very strange ceremony. Maybe it was a ritual, I don't know what the hell else it could be. Suddenly food appeared in front of me. Wow—I'm human so I can eat—I have taste buds now!! I grabbed as much as I could and stuffed it in my mouth. Oh, my gosh, how could I forget the taste of chocolate! The girl I had sat by on the train was not but a couple of seats away from me. She kept giving me an odd look. How ballsy of her. Bloody hell—they have steak! Just as I was about to reach for a piece of steak with my name on it, a cold voice drawled behind me. "Mr. Malfoy…"
I turned around to face an ugly man who could do with a shower or something. He had shoulder-length black hair and a hooked nose. "Am I in trouble sir? For being here? Because, hell, I can explain it—" I told him.
My explanation is that Buffy and Dawn sent me here—right? "You bet you are," the man said.
Great. I'm in trouble for being sent here. Surely, I was sent here for a reason, though, right? "Mr. Malfoy, you're a Slytherin and I expect you to eat with the Slytherins as well as share a room with them. Why are you eating with the Gryffindors?"
"Uh…hang on. I'll get back to you on that," I told him.
"Well, we here at Hogwarts have a table for each house. You are to eat with your house and no one else's."
"Bollix that!"
"Oh, you think our rules are nonsense do you?"
"You bet I do! Some people have friends from different houses and they may want to eat with their friends. They may not have any friends in their own house, so yeah I think your rules are nonsense," I told the man.
"Mr. Malfoy, exactly who are you friends with in Gryffindor?"
"Um, well I'll get back to you on that when I find one—but I'll have you know that I'm pretty close to getting one," I explained to him.
"And exactly who is that, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Well, we didn't exchange names. Why do you keep calling me Mr. Malfoy? That's not my name you know. My name is Spike—actually it's William the Bloody but I changed my identity. Of course, you—didn't need to know that!"
"Okay, William the Bloody, if you think the rules don't apply to you, I'm not stopping you from breaking them—but someone will," he then walked away.
Rules? This place is so strange. I'd like to know where I am, what this place is, and why I was sent here. Maybe Buffy got mad at me and she sent me here to be tortured. That would explain why they have rules—because they torture us. But why would Buffy be mad at me?
