Draco Malfoy

So, here I am alone once more. It's been like that a lot lately, it seems. "I'm all alone…there's no one here beside me…" I half sang and half said.

I think I got it off a movie. After that, I started singing a bunch of different songs. Don't ask me why, it may have been because I was bored, or it may be some other bizarre reason. I sniffed hard. I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Suddenly, a window near me shattered, and huge, brown creature burst in from it! I'm not joking, either. "AAAHHH!" I screamed, trying to break free from the chain and escape.

"Shut up, you fool!" the creature snapped, pulling a knife from his belt.

He ran it almost an inch away from my face, as if practicing exactly how to cut me. "Buffy sent you!" I breathed—that witch!

Ugh! I hate that girl! "Ah, so you have come face-to-face with the Slayer—I thought you would, as you do help her fight and practically live there. But, no, Buffy didn't send me here. In fact, I sent YOU here."

"What? Slayer? The Slayer is just a myth and--"

"A myth in your world, Mr. Malfoy. In the muggle world, the Slayer is not a myth at all. You see, you're in Spike's body and I sent you here."

"Spike?" I questioned.

"Ah, yes, Spike. You're part of my plan. If you haven't figured it out already, Spike is a vampire. He--"

"So Buffy was right—I--"

"Yes, you're a vampire. Now, shut up! Never interrupt Kanasea Fahella-mella!" Kanasea bellowed. (You pronounce it: can-ah-see-ah fa-hell-a-mell-ah). "Now, Spike kills our kind—demons, like me-self. He and I have been out to get each other for some time now. I decided I couldn't defeat Spike, so I shall kill you in his body. I did a spell, of course. I'll stake you, and he'll die in your body and turn to dust. You shall return to your body. Dead, of course. Your body will just fall cold the moment I stake you. No one can help you. I had me friend Tiji Momexanded kidnap the Slayer's sister. Everyone is gone right now, gone to save her while their best warrior dies…"

"YOU'RE WORNG—You know it?"

"SILENCE!" Kan-whatever his name is, screamed.

He then placed his knife under my chin, now, smiling a wide, ugly rotten smile. He has gold and yellow teeth and really bad breath. My whole body was shaking like mad. Someone has got to save me—I mean, in the movies there is always someone to come and save the day. Why can't real life be the same? " Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way," his cold voice said.

"I—I don't want to die yet. I was just returning to Hogwarts for my sixth year. I haven't even had my sweet sixteen yet. I was dying to find out why it's called the sweet 16!" I said, my voice trembling so badly, it wasn't even funny.

"My dear child, of course you're not ready to die yet, but who is? You could live 15 more years and still not be ready to face death. I've won. Spike—William Lanchester finally will be dead by the end of today!" he spoke cheerfully.

William Lanchester—that sounds familiar—Lanchester, Lanchester. Oh! Of course! The paper on my ancestors on my dad's side of the family! I remember now. I'd wanted information on my dad's side of the family line because dad never talks much about it. William was reported—missing! He must have become a vampire and vanished—I'm in my ancestor's body! This is way too creepy to be real!

The demon then took out a tool called a taser and zapped me, which feels like you have been struck by lightning and run over by a car…

SPIKE

"You should get on to your dorm, dear," I nearly jumped when one of the pictures on the wall actually spoke to me—it's crazy!

Pictures move and talk, staircases move, and I swear I saw a ghost floating down the hall. It's pretty clear to see, someone must be haunting me. Nothing good can come out of this. I should know, being 150 year old. "Sorry, love," I told the picture. "But I'm afraid I'm lost. Where should I go?"

It felt really awkward talking to a picture. "What house are you in, dear?" the woman in the frame asked.

"You see, that's the problem—I'm really not sure," I told her.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't help you then, either," the woman sighed.

BUGGER! I turned to walk away. " Hang on, dear!" the woman cried.

I turned suddenly. The woman spoke. "Your robes say you're a Slytherin—if that's true, I can lead you to the common room."

I looked down on the uniform I had on. I was wearing a green badge with a snake on it. It also said Slytherin in gold letters. I nodded to show her she could lead me, and she hopped from frame to frame as I followed her. She soon stopped at a stone, cold bare wall. "Password's Salazar Slytherin, Hun," the woman said, and at these words the wall opened.

I walked into a room dark and cold. The wall behind me closed. This seems more and more like a dream every minute. I sat down on a black, leather couch and closed my eyes.

What a wild day, eh? Don't worry. I'll figure this out and find a way back to Sunnydale.

3rd Person

Buffy Summers got everyone to start researching vampires. Dawn, Buffy's younger sister hated the situation. "What do you see in him, Buffy?" she screamed.

"Dawnie, go upstairs. You don't have to take part in this," Buffy coolly replied.

"Buffy, you never want my help on anything. It's all about Spike. Spike our hero; Spike, the best warrior—oh, no! Spike's not himself, better get him feeling better quick!" Dawn said sarcastically.

"Dawn, stop feeling sorry for yourself and run upstairs," Buffy said.

Dawn scowled at her sister and marched herself up to her bedroom, where a surprise awaited her. A demon called Tiji Momexaned began the plan to kill Spike. "AAAHHH!" Dawn screamed.

The demon grabbed Dawn and pulled her over his shoulder. He jumped through the window, shattering the glass, and ran away with Dawn Summers. He took her to Kanasea Fahella-mella's lair. He worked for Kanasea, and only lived to obey his master's wishes. If Kanasea's plan worked correctly, the Slayer would soon arrive, and he would be prepared.

Meanwhile, Buffy Summers ran up the stairs at her sister's cries. She looked through the shattered window to see an ugly demon with three horns, carrying her sister. She ran downstairs. "Willow, Anya, and Giles. No more research on vampires. Not yet. I need you three to research a demon with three horns and a tail while I go and get Dawn back. The demon, he kind of stole her. So, Willow and I will find Dawn. Anya, Giles and Xander will go to the library for research," Buffy explained.

The five of them left the house for their next mission.

DRACO MALFOY

I groaned. It never feels good to be zapped by a taser. I opened my eyes to see two demon creatures staring down at me. One, of which I'd already met. Kanasea—the demon that zapped and kidnapped me. Well, he kind of kidnapped me in a way. Just, he stole me in a different body and—I'd better stop now before I stop making sense altogether. "Get away from me, you creep!" I mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Told ya he was a nasty one," Kanasea said to the other demon.

"Tape his mouth up if you're not gonna get ze killing over with any time soon!" the demon growled, shoving a cigarette into his mouth and reaching for his lighter.

Eew! Smoking is gross and it only kills you faster. "You're going to die from all that smoking," I warned him.

He burst out laughing. "Demons don't die from a cigarette or two, lad."

He had an Irish accent. "Humans, on ze other hand—ah zey best be dying after a couple o' smokes. Gets in ze lungs, it does. Makes em' miserable ze rest of zeir life."

He blew the smoke from his cigarette on me. I coughed. "Where is ze wee gul?" the demon asked.

"With Tiji," Kan-Kan replied. (Isn't that a cooler name than Kanasea?)

"Now, Malfoy. This is Romikki Capazudul--"

"That doesn't sound Irish," I interrupted.

"NEVER INTERRUPT KANASEA FAHELLA-MELLA! YOU UNGRATEFUL, FOUL, LITTLE--"

"Ooh, angry demon. I'm not sure if that's a plus or not," Buffy arrived.

"Slayer!" he growled.

"Touch Spike and you'll never live to see the next sunrise," she snapped.

Both demons back away from me, and vanished through the window. "This isn't over yet—not by a mile for the both of you!" Kan-Kan yelled.

"It never is, is it?" Buffy called after them.

She turned to me. "I thought you went to save--" I began.

"Dawn's fine," she replied. "The demon fled away from us when Willow threatened to use magic and I threatened to tear his head off. Will's with her right now. A little shaken, but she's fine."

"You're not much of a Slayer, you know," I told her.

She raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"Well, I'm hearing all this talk of Slayer duty and how they kill. You just let three demons get away," I explained. " If people start dying in the next few hours, it's your fault. You should have killed them."

"Really," she said. "Well, unless you know what type of demons we're dealing with and how to kill them, I suggest you leave suggestion to me. You're in no condition to give order right now. C'mon, I'm taking you back home."

I rolled my eyes and followed Buffy the Vampire Slayer back to her house willingly. Wait a minute—why am I following her willingly? She's just going to chain me back up again—oh no—I hate those bloody chains! I came to a halt as soon as we were clear out of Kanasea Fahella-mella's lair. No way am I sitting up against a cold wall again.

I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out at Buffy, who unaware of my unwillingness, kept walking straight ahead. I sat down on a rock—a huge rock, at that, and looked around. I was in front of a lot of green bushes. I sighed as Buffy still went one.

Then, suddenly—if you can believe it—something grabbed me, covered my mouth, and dragged me under the bushes. Oh, bugger—not again! Does the kidnapping, staking, killing, and evilness ever end around here?