Michael looked at the retreating form of the mysterious man who called
himself "Spike". What the hell kind of a name is Spike anyway?
He turned toward Buffy and looked at the piece of what looked like wood in her hand.
"What's that for?" He asked politely but curious.
"Uh-umm, it's this thing that I use to scare away jerk-y guys. Yeah, see I'm old fashioned and I don't like pepper spray because it's modern. I think modern is bad?" Buffy flinched at her lame accuse but hoped he'd fall for it.
"Okay? That's odd but strange in a mysterious way." He nodded his head remembering how much he liked this girl. And that everyone had his or her own problems.
Like that Spike guy, he was really rude to Buffy, no wonder why she didn't like him.
"I'm really sorry, he's- we've- I would never-"Buffy was cut off by Michael.
"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. I'm going to go home now. Can I leave you my number?"
Buffy smiled thankful for the not-so-much share time between them so early in the relationship type thing they had going. She learned that from Parker, if he's so interested in you that he asked you to open your soul get out fast, especially if you and him are drunk to the core.
It only leads to denial, realization, hurt, and numbing pain that you were the one used and he got off with a happy. "Sure," Buffy said and he handed her a slip of yellow post-it paper with seven digits on it. "Do you want mine?"
"Nah, I trust you'll call. If I had you number I'd freak out and call you every hour. I don't think we're ready for that." He said jokingly pulling Buffy into a comforting hug. It wasn't friendly but it wasn't groping either.
Buffy held on a second or two longer feeling the warmth come off his body. This is what she wanted. She decided right then and there to herself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike walked into his dark and damp crypt. He tossed off his prized jacket on to his gray sofa he stole from a department store. He kept walking until he found his secret trap door.
It led to his shrine of yes ladies and gentlemen Buffy!
He sat on the stone bench under his desk-like table. He took out his journal not diary. Evil big bad(s) DO NOT have diaries. Its somewhere in the vampire handbook, along with no brooding, no sulking and no poof like hair. Which Angel violated everyday for about one hundred years?
He should be fined and charged of violation of P.B. or pansy behavior.
Spike grabbed his pencil, which he painted black because he was bored and started to write.
Hello again my friend. Okay that enough small talk. Today I found Buffy with a new boy. He looks (and I'm not bloody exaggerating) exactly like me. Granted I haven't seen myself in over 100 years I know he looks like me. At first I didn't recognize it but even the boy knew I looked like him, or vice-a-versa. Wait HE stole my looks! That bloody whelp, at least I know Buffy is into my looks. Who wouldn't be honestly? I figured out something though. I was wrong, yes it a shock. She likes to be wooed with annoying, cute, corny tricks. I really thought she'd be different then every other girl. It's like a 14-year-old girl wrote out a story because was bored out of her mind and made us pons or something. Sorry about that mate, my mind wonders off when I write in my JOURNAL! Well, I have to go and re-plan my strategy of winning the Slayer. From you bloody writer, Spike (the most gorgeous bloke around)
A/N- Hope you liked! Please review!
He turned toward Buffy and looked at the piece of what looked like wood in her hand.
"What's that for?" He asked politely but curious.
"Uh-umm, it's this thing that I use to scare away jerk-y guys. Yeah, see I'm old fashioned and I don't like pepper spray because it's modern. I think modern is bad?" Buffy flinched at her lame accuse but hoped he'd fall for it.
"Okay? That's odd but strange in a mysterious way." He nodded his head remembering how much he liked this girl. And that everyone had his or her own problems.
Like that Spike guy, he was really rude to Buffy, no wonder why she didn't like him.
"I'm really sorry, he's- we've- I would never-"Buffy was cut off by Michael.
"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. I'm going to go home now. Can I leave you my number?"
Buffy smiled thankful for the not-so-much share time between them so early in the relationship type thing they had going. She learned that from Parker, if he's so interested in you that he asked you to open your soul get out fast, especially if you and him are drunk to the core.
It only leads to denial, realization, hurt, and numbing pain that you were the one used and he got off with a happy. "Sure," Buffy said and he handed her a slip of yellow post-it paper with seven digits on it. "Do you want mine?"
"Nah, I trust you'll call. If I had you number I'd freak out and call you every hour. I don't think we're ready for that." He said jokingly pulling Buffy into a comforting hug. It wasn't friendly but it wasn't groping either.
Buffy held on a second or two longer feeling the warmth come off his body. This is what she wanted. She decided right then and there to herself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike walked into his dark and damp crypt. He tossed off his prized jacket on to his gray sofa he stole from a department store. He kept walking until he found his secret trap door.
It led to his shrine of yes ladies and gentlemen Buffy!
He sat on the stone bench under his desk-like table. He took out his journal not diary. Evil big bad(s) DO NOT have diaries. Its somewhere in the vampire handbook, along with no brooding, no sulking and no poof like hair. Which Angel violated everyday for about one hundred years?
He should be fined and charged of violation of P.B. or pansy behavior.
Spike grabbed his pencil, which he painted black because he was bored and started to write.
Hello again my friend. Okay that enough small talk. Today I found Buffy with a new boy. He looks (and I'm not bloody exaggerating) exactly like me. Granted I haven't seen myself in over 100 years I know he looks like me. At first I didn't recognize it but even the boy knew I looked like him, or vice-a-versa. Wait HE stole my looks! That bloody whelp, at least I know Buffy is into my looks. Who wouldn't be honestly? I figured out something though. I was wrong, yes it a shock. She likes to be wooed with annoying, cute, corny tricks. I really thought she'd be different then every other girl. It's like a 14-year-old girl wrote out a story because was bored out of her mind and made us pons or something. Sorry about that mate, my mind wonders off when I write in my JOURNAL! Well, I have to go and re-plan my strategy of winning the Slayer. From you bloody writer, Spike (the most gorgeous bloke around)
A/N- Hope you liked! Please review!