[NW]
Buffy sighed as she looked across the table full of books. There was practically nothing here that was going to help. Without Giles being on Council, much less a Council, they didn't have nearly half the resources they usually had. Giles didn't have the extensive knowledge of all things demon that Buffy usually relied on and Willow wasn't nearly the experience witch her counterpart was. There was no way she would ever escape this dimension. That could be a bad thing, considering that Cordelia wanted to go shopping with her next weekend. "Gag me." She thought to herself and slammed the book shut. The rest of the group looked up at her. Buffy shrugged and said, "I'm going to patrol." "What?" Giles asked curiously.
"Patrol, it's what I do every night, I do to the cemetery and kill evil things. With a pointy stick."
"You are one weird chick." Xander commented
"I'm not a chick Xander, I'm the Slayer." Buffy retorted and blew out the door.
"We'll call you if we find anything!" Giles called after her.
"I wonder if she realizes there aren't any demons in this world?" Willow asked casually. Giles and Xander shrugged and went back to their books.
Outside Buffy set off walking toward the cemetery and instantly felt better. Being cooped up in the library for 3 hours will make anyone's brain go to mush. Walking by the gravestones, she felt at home. It was rather a disturbing home but hers nonetheless. Everything was the same, a few less graves than before but still the same monuments and obelisks. However, there was one plot that was new, a completely different section that was fenced off. The fence was wrought iron with points on the end. She walked over to look at the graves and noticed something odd. She knelt before the first one, and it read, "William "the Bloody" Cutter - 1830-1898 - "He wrote some bloody awful poetry." Could it be? Was it Spike? It would be the right time period but how did he get to America? And why is he buried here in good old Sunnydale. It was too weird.
"Funny epitaph isn't it?" Buffy span around ready to pull a stake, she hadn't even heard the boy come up. He was taller than her with bleached blonde hair. When she had first seen him, she had thought it was Spike, but he was too young and didn't have as prominent of cheekbones that Spike did. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a red button up shirt, no coat.
"Uh, yeh, it is." Buffy ground her foot against the ground, "Well I guess I'll be on my way then."
"No its okay I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that that's my great grandfather he came over from England." Buffy stared at him incredulously. "I was even named after him, William Alexander Cutter, but most of my friends call me Spike."
"And why's that?" Buffy was still in shock
"Because they dared me once to put a railroad spike through my hand. They didn't think would do it but I showed them wrong. It didn't hurt very much after I started. See I still have a scar." He held up his left hand. There was a medium sized white mark in the middle of his hand. He turned his hand over; on the other side, there was a matching mark. "Plus," He said mischievously, "I like spiky things."
"Whoa. That's pretty serious." Buffy was becoming overly weirded out by this whole experience.
"Yeh, so what's your name?"
"Buffy Summers." They started walking through the graveyard
"Buffy, that's a cool name. So Buffy, do you usually walk through the graveyard at night?"
Buffy was about to answer yes when she realized that in this world she didn't. "Well um I do every once in awhile, just to clear my head."
"Yeh that's mainly why I do it. Plus I just seem to be more of a night person."
"Really? That's not surprising." Buffy couldn't believe that she was talking to Spike's great-grandson.
"Why is that?" Spike seemed confused
"I just mean you seem like you would be more comfortable at night than in direct sunlight."
"Okay yeh I guess so. Yeh anyways."
Buffy was struck by a sudden idea; she still had some steam to burn off, "Hey Spike, I have an idea."
"Yeah? What?" Spike turned to look at her."
"Why don't we head to The Bronze, I have some pent up energy and I need someone to dance with. You game?"
"Awesome, I knew I liked you, you seemed like a party animal from the moment I saw you."
"Yeh that's me alright, the party animal." Buffy said dryly. "Okay let's go then!"
As they walked in the direction of The Bronze, Spike couldn't help but think how hot this girl was and that he was going to get to dance with her. That rocked. At the same time, Buffy was contemplating the moral implications with dancing with Spike's offspring. It was too insane but just insane enough that she was down with it. This hadn't turned out to be such a bad night after all.
~*~
[SW]
Buffy walked quickly around the corner. It was dark and she hadn't thought about asking Mr. Giles to drive her home. They had forgotten yet again that she wasn't this Slayer. She couldn't defend herself. Buffy hugged her coat tighter around her body and almost broke into a run. She didn't want to meet any of those nasties that the gang had mentioned. She didn't think she could handle it.
Spike watched as the Slayer rushed past him, her black coat pulled tightly around her. It was odd that she didn't even look his way but she could just be distracted. But usually her Slayer sense would have kicked in, he being this close to her. Oh god, he could smell her perfume. It was almost too much. He had to talk to her. He jumped out of the bushes and began to follow behind her on the sidewalk. She still didn't turn around. Maybe she was ignoring him. That was bloody rude. He finally got the nerve up to call out, "Buffy," she spun around with a scared look on her face.
"Buffy," I heard my name being called from behind. It scared me so much that I almost peed in my pants; I spun around to see who was there. A man stood about 15 feet from me; his bleached blonde hair glistened in the moonlight. He stood his hands on his hips and a black duster flowing behind him. He wore all black down right down to his fingernails. "Yes?" I called back hopefully not too anxiously.
She seemed anxious, Spike couldn't understand this girl but he said, "I've been looking for you Slayer."
"Yes?" Buffy responded, "Why are you looking for me?"
Spike took a deep breath, "Because I have something very important to tell you."
"What?"
She didn't seem to know who he was, but how could she forget who he was? It was impossible. "Well actually, Buffy, I just wanted to give you this." Spike rushed up to her and kissed her on the lips. He pulled her close. He knew he was about to be dusted but that didn't matter as long as he got to feel her lips crushed beneath his before he went to hell. She was startled at first not understanding what was going on. Then she started to kiss back. Spike was in complete shock. First, she hadn't dusted him and secondly, she had kissed him back. Hell just froze over. Her lips melded perfectly with his and he wrapped his arms around her back and she raised a hand to touch his cheek. The couple looked as if they belonged together. And Giles wouldn't have given it another look if he hadn't seen the bleached hair in his windshield. He twisted around, it wasn't a mirage, it really was Spike and it looked as if he was kissing Buffy.
But why would they kiss.
"Oh God!" Giles thought, "He's draining her blood!" Giles screeched to a halt and was halfway out of the car when the pair broke apart. Buffy stood still and she didn't crumple to the ground. Giles didn't understand but he still ran over and held up a cross to ward Spike off.
"Back you!" He cried.
"Oh bloody hell Rupert, can't you give the girl a moments peace?"
Buffy looked at Giles and said, "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean? I am warding off your attacker!" Giles shook the cross at Spike, who just growled. "He's not attacking me Giles, he's kissing me." "What the?!" Giles couldn't believe his ears. "Buffy I don't think you understand, there has been a mistake." He looked up at Spike, "Get out of here now Spike, I'm taking Buffy home."
"A' right, fine." Spike pretended to sulk off but could barely contain his joy at finally kissing Buffy.
"Buffy, come with me, I'm driving you the rest of the way home." Giles opened his car door and let her in. "You should know better than to kiss strange people."
"But Giles, he knew me! How am I supposed to know who to kiss or not to kiss, I'm from another dimension remember?"
"How could I forget?" Giles said dryly.
"So who is he? He's kinda cute."
"Ugh," Giles was repulsed, "Buffy that was your enemy, his name is Spike, he's a vampire."
"That's a vampire, oh they are hot!"
"No Buffy, that's not the point, he would kill you in a split second."
Buffy shook her head, "But he definitely didn't seem to want to kill me then, just kiss me and kiss me again, and run his hands over."
"Okay stop stop!" Giles interrupted Buffy. "Fine, he wasn't killing you then but he would, you must swear to me that you will stay away from him. He's bad news."
"Fine Giles, stop being such a worrywart, I'll be fine." Buffy crossed her fingers; she had to see him again, what was his name? Oh yes, Spike.
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Buffy sighed as she looked across the table full of books. There was practically nothing here that was going to help. Without Giles being on Council, much less a Council, they didn't have nearly half the resources they usually had. Giles didn't have the extensive knowledge of all things demon that Buffy usually relied on and Willow wasn't nearly the experience witch her counterpart was. There was no way she would ever escape this dimension. That could be a bad thing, considering that Cordelia wanted to go shopping with her next weekend. "Gag me." She thought to herself and slammed the book shut. The rest of the group looked up at her. Buffy shrugged and said, "I'm going to patrol." "What?" Giles asked curiously.
"Patrol, it's what I do every night, I do to the cemetery and kill evil things. With a pointy stick."
"You are one weird chick." Xander commented
"I'm not a chick Xander, I'm the Slayer." Buffy retorted and blew out the door.
"We'll call you if we find anything!" Giles called after her.
"I wonder if she realizes there aren't any demons in this world?" Willow asked casually. Giles and Xander shrugged and went back to their books.
Outside Buffy set off walking toward the cemetery and instantly felt better. Being cooped up in the library for 3 hours will make anyone's brain go to mush. Walking by the gravestones, she felt at home. It was rather a disturbing home but hers nonetheless. Everything was the same, a few less graves than before but still the same monuments and obelisks. However, there was one plot that was new, a completely different section that was fenced off. The fence was wrought iron with points on the end. She walked over to look at the graves and noticed something odd. She knelt before the first one, and it read, "William "the Bloody" Cutter - 1830-1898 - "He wrote some bloody awful poetry." Could it be? Was it Spike? It would be the right time period but how did he get to America? And why is he buried here in good old Sunnydale. It was too weird.
"Funny epitaph isn't it?" Buffy span around ready to pull a stake, she hadn't even heard the boy come up. He was taller than her with bleached blonde hair. When she had first seen him, she had thought it was Spike, but he was too young and didn't have as prominent of cheekbones that Spike did. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a red button up shirt, no coat.
"Uh, yeh, it is." Buffy ground her foot against the ground, "Well I guess I'll be on my way then."
"No its okay I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that that's my great grandfather he came over from England." Buffy stared at him incredulously. "I was even named after him, William Alexander Cutter, but most of my friends call me Spike."
"And why's that?" Buffy was still in shock
"Because they dared me once to put a railroad spike through my hand. They didn't think would do it but I showed them wrong. It didn't hurt very much after I started. See I still have a scar." He held up his left hand. There was a medium sized white mark in the middle of his hand. He turned his hand over; on the other side, there was a matching mark. "Plus," He said mischievously, "I like spiky things."
"Whoa. That's pretty serious." Buffy was becoming overly weirded out by this whole experience.
"Yeh, so what's your name?"
"Buffy Summers." They started walking through the graveyard
"Buffy, that's a cool name. So Buffy, do you usually walk through the graveyard at night?"
Buffy was about to answer yes when she realized that in this world she didn't. "Well um I do every once in awhile, just to clear my head."
"Yeh that's mainly why I do it. Plus I just seem to be more of a night person."
"Really? That's not surprising." Buffy couldn't believe that she was talking to Spike's great-grandson.
"Why is that?" Spike seemed confused
"I just mean you seem like you would be more comfortable at night than in direct sunlight."
"Okay yeh I guess so. Yeh anyways."
Buffy was struck by a sudden idea; she still had some steam to burn off, "Hey Spike, I have an idea."
"Yeah? What?" Spike turned to look at her."
"Why don't we head to The Bronze, I have some pent up energy and I need someone to dance with. You game?"
"Awesome, I knew I liked you, you seemed like a party animal from the moment I saw you."
"Yeh that's me alright, the party animal." Buffy said dryly. "Okay let's go then!"
As they walked in the direction of The Bronze, Spike couldn't help but think how hot this girl was and that he was going to get to dance with her. That rocked. At the same time, Buffy was contemplating the moral implications with dancing with Spike's offspring. It was too insane but just insane enough that she was down with it. This hadn't turned out to be such a bad night after all.
~*~
[SW]
Buffy walked quickly around the corner. It was dark and she hadn't thought about asking Mr. Giles to drive her home. They had forgotten yet again that she wasn't this Slayer. She couldn't defend herself. Buffy hugged her coat tighter around her body and almost broke into a run. She didn't want to meet any of those nasties that the gang had mentioned. She didn't think she could handle it.
Spike watched as the Slayer rushed past him, her black coat pulled tightly around her. It was odd that she didn't even look his way but she could just be distracted. But usually her Slayer sense would have kicked in, he being this close to her. Oh god, he could smell her perfume. It was almost too much. He had to talk to her. He jumped out of the bushes and began to follow behind her on the sidewalk. She still didn't turn around. Maybe she was ignoring him. That was bloody rude. He finally got the nerve up to call out, "Buffy," she spun around with a scared look on her face.
"Buffy," I heard my name being called from behind. It scared me so much that I almost peed in my pants; I spun around to see who was there. A man stood about 15 feet from me; his bleached blonde hair glistened in the moonlight. He stood his hands on his hips and a black duster flowing behind him. He wore all black down right down to his fingernails. "Yes?" I called back hopefully not too anxiously.
She seemed anxious, Spike couldn't understand this girl but he said, "I've been looking for you Slayer."
"Yes?" Buffy responded, "Why are you looking for me?"
Spike took a deep breath, "Because I have something very important to tell you."
"What?"
She didn't seem to know who he was, but how could she forget who he was? It was impossible. "Well actually, Buffy, I just wanted to give you this." Spike rushed up to her and kissed her on the lips. He pulled her close. He knew he was about to be dusted but that didn't matter as long as he got to feel her lips crushed beneath his before he went to hell. She was startled at first not understanding what was going on. Then she started to kiss back. Spike was in complete shock. First, she hadn't dusted him and secondly, she had kissed him back. Hell just froze over. Her lips melded perfectly with his and he wrapped his arms around her back and she raised a hand to touch his cheek. The couple looked as if they belonged together. And Giles wouldn't have given it another look if he hadn't seen the bleached hair in his windshield. He twisted around, it wasn't a mirage, it really was Spike and it looked as if he was kissing Buffy.
But why would they kiss.
"Oh God!" Giles thought, "He's draining her blood!" Giles screeched to a halt and was halfway out of the car when the pair broke apart. Buffy stood still and she didn't crumple to the ground. Giles didn't understand but he still ran over and held up a cross to ward Spike off.
"Back you!" He cried.
"Oh bloody hell Rupert, can't you give the girl a moments peace?"
Buffy looked at Giles and said, "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean? I am warding off your attacker!" Giles shook the cross at Spike, who just growled. "He's not attacking me Giles, he's kissing me." "What the?!" Giles couldn't believe his ears. "Buffy I don't think you understand, there has been a mistake." He looked up at Spike, "Get out of here now Spike, I'm taking Buffy home."
"A' right, fine." Spike pretended to sulk off but could barely contain his joy at finally kissing Buffy.
"Buffy, come with me, I'm driving you the rest of the way home." Giles opened his car door and let her in. "You should know better than to kiss strange people."
"But Giles, he knew me! How am I supposed to know who to kiss or not to kiss, I'm from another dimension remember?"
"How could I forget?" Giles said dryly.
"So who is he? He's kinda cute."
"Ugh," Giles was repulsed, "Buffy that was your enemy, his name is Spike, he's a vampire."
"That's a vampire, oh they are hot!"
"No Buffy, that's not the point, he would kill you in a split second."
Buffy shook her head, "But he definitely didn't seem to want to kill me then, just kiss me and kiss me again, and run his hands over."
"Okay stop stop!" Giles interrupted Buffy. "Fine, he wasn't killing you then but he would, you must swear to me that you will stay away from him. He's bad news."
"Fine Giles, stop being such a worrywart, I'll be fine." Buffy crossed her fingers; she had to see him again, what was his name? Oh yes, Spike.
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