Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The characters all belong to their respective studios and creators. I am just borrowing them for my story.
Author's Note: This story is set after the end of season 2 of Roswell (after Tess has already left) and in the beginning of season 6 of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer- after Buffy and Spike have gotten together, but before Willow was addicted to magic and before Willow and Tara broke up. Also, Giles hasn't left yet. Sorry for the confusing time lines, but this worked best for my story.
Sorry for the long delay in updating- I have a new job that is eating all of my time and have had no time nor inclination to write. Enjoy.
Chapter Three - Passionate Beginnings
Spike just stared into the mirror holding his new face, a boy's face, and studied it in shock. Had he somehow been recaptured by the Iniative? But they had bloody well broken up, he remembered. Wait, what was that sound? Was that a heartbeat? Impossible. He hadn't had a heartbeat in centuries. This wasn't his body- hell, this wasn't even a vampire's body. He was in a living body, a breathing body. Bloody hell, he had liked his own body- even if it had that bugger chip. Now he was in some stupid American teenager's body. Hell, the boy didn't even have blond hair; he'd have to dye it later. Why couldn't he at least have gotten a stylish new body? Brown hair is just so archaic, he thought to himself moodily.
When Spike continued to stare in the mirror, lost in his own thoughts, Maria became worried. Sure Michael brooded a lot of the time, but he was just standing there, looking at himself in the mirror. Something was very wrong with him. She needed to call Max- Max would know what to do.
She picked up the phone and dialed the Evans' household. When Max answered, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Max, something's wrong with Michael."
"What's wrong with him Maria," Max asked, instantly afraid that his friend might be sick with the akino again, or possibly something worse.
"I don't know, he just weirded out."
"I'll be right over," Max promised as he hung up the phone and made a dash for the door.
When he arrived at Michael's apartment, he walked in to find Maria sitting on the bed, clutching a cypress oil as if it were a life preserver and Michael just staring into the mirror. He went over to Michael and stood next to him, looking into the mirror.
Spike's thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a door. A boy of about his body's age walked into the room and looked at him with questioning eyes. Who the bloody hell is that, Spike wondered. The boy stood there and met his eyes in the mirror. He seemed to be waiting for some kind of acknowledgment. Well he could bloody wait an eternity, as far as Spike was concerned; he had far more important things to think about, like how he had gotten into this body and how he could get back into his own, than some half witted child.
"Michael, are you all right? You're behaving strangely," Max stated, concerned because there was something very odd in his friend's behavior. Michael wouldn't even look at him or recognize his presence.
When he didn't get a reply, he turned to "Maria, what happened this morning? Tell me anything you can remember."
"I don't know," Maria said almost hysterically. "He was normal last night and then this morning, he didn't know who he was. I thought he was just being his normal, immature self, but then he looked in the mirror and looked shocked, like his face wasn't what he was supposed to be seeing. He's just been standing there like that for almost half an hour now."
"Did Michael have any visitors last night, besides yourself, I mean? Were there any strange noises?"
"I didn't notice anything, but then I wasn't really paying any attention to outside noises." Maria said as her cheeks tinged a slight pink.
Max looked back at his friend who had continued to stare into the mirror as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Spike still couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had been through many trials and ordeals, but this one was definitely near the top of the list. He looked back at the boy and decided to ask him a few questions, maybe they could help him sort things out.
"You, boy," Spike intoned turning to Max, "where am I?"
Boy? Michael usually called Max names such as Maxwell and fearless leader, but boy? It was almost degrading the way he said it. And the fact that he didn't know where he was and didn't appear to recognize either Maria or himself were signs that something was very wrong with Michael. This was not the Michael he knew and loved.
"Michael, we're in your apartment. Don't you recognize it?"
"No. What town are we in?"
He was really gone, Max could see that. He needed to call in the rest of the group so they could help him determine what was wrong with Michael and think up a solution. He turned to Maria, "Keep him in here for a minute. I'm going to call the others."
Spike watched the boy start to back out of the room, looking at him strangely. If he left, he knew he wouldn't get any answers; the blond didn't look capable of answering anything. He called out, "Wait, you didn't answer my question," but by that point Max had already left the room.
Fifteen minutes later, the boy entered the room again, with four other people. Three of them were teenagers and there was an older man who looked to be in his forties. He ignored the two males and concentrated on the two teenage girls that had entered. One was a brunette and looked to be shy, almost studious. He decided to ignore her as well; studious just wasn't his bloody type. The other one was a tall girl with long blond hair and a Hollywood starlet figure. She was quite appealing. He resolved to stop thinking about his predicament for a minute and concentrate on the girl's long legs and big eyes.
When Isabel had walked into the room with Liz, Kyle and Sheriff Valenti, she had been worried to find Michael sitting on the floor staring out into space, like he wasn't lucid. He looked different, too. He had a different aura about him; something was undeniably wrong. But then he looked up at her as they walked in and the look in his eyes when he stared was unnerving, wolfish even. It was kind of creepy.
"Michael, why are you looking at me like that," the blond goddess asked him. Hell, she could call him Michael if she wanted to, as long as she would wrap those long legs around him. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and took it- his kind of woman. Bloody hell, but she was ravishing.
Isabel saw him give her the once over and was about to take a step back when he stepped forward and ran his hand up her arm.
Spike, forgetting that there were five other people in the room including the girl he had woken up next to that morning, grabbed her arm and pulled her into a tight, hot kiss. This goddess was intoxicating.
Isabel couldn't breathe. Michael was kissing her! What the hell was happening? She knew Maria was standing right there and what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't help enjoying the kiss; it was so sensual her knees began to feel weak.
Maria, who had been watching Michael's odd reaction to Isabel, gave a shriek of alarm at the disgusting display and shouted at Michael to stop. When Isabel broke the kiss, Maria ran out of the room in tears, hardly believing that her boyfriend, whom she had shared her body with just hours ago, would do that to her. That was not her Michael.
Isabel couldn't believe herself. She had allowed herself to kiss Michael and had completely forgotten Alex when she was doing so. Alex, her boyfriend who had been dead less than a month, she had betrayed completely. She was a horrible person. What she had done was completely disgusting, though it had felt so good. She hung her head in shame and left the room after Maria.
Spike looked at the shocked faces that surrounded him. He had always loved creating destruction, and this particular situation was highly amusing. The girl was beautiful and sensual; he could feel her passion simmering just below her icy exterior when he had kissed her. It was only an added bonus that he was able to antagonize her friends. Even with the bloody chip in his head he had found a way he could create chaos-- William the Bloody was back!
No one had said anything, were too stunned to, until Isabel had left the room. At that moment, Liz realized Maria needed her and ran out after her, leaving the three men to confront Michael.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Michael," Max asked, anger at how Michael had hurt both Isabel and Maria, replacing his concern for his friend.
Spike just quirked an eyebrow in a self-satisfied smirk.