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This is my first fic, dont kill me!


Beep, beep, beep, bang!
Buffy Summers groaned as she worked her way out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. Taking a good long look in the mirror, she was disgusted by the circles under her eyes indicating the night before.
Peeling the clothes from her body she stepped into the shower using all her strength just to turn the water on. Letting the water cascade down her back she replayed last nights events. A bang on the door jolted her back to reality.
“Buffy you not the only one who needs to use the goddamn bathroom!”
“Sorry!”
Scrambling out of the shower and into her room she made her way to her closet to pick out her usual attire. A black tank top with a pair of old ripped jeans and a black zip up hoodie.
“Well at least I don’t look horrible.”
Turning around she inspected the new hole on the back of her thigh.
‘I need another pair of jeans.’ She thought as she went down the stairs not eager to greet her mother.
Walking into the kitchen Buffy was faced with a furious Joyce.
“Well if it isn’t the little slut now. I was just thinking about you. So tell me Buff how many guys have you fucked lately?”
With tearful eyes Buffy looked up at her mother. ”None”

“Well I highly doubt that. Didn’t I tell you to clean this kitchen last night? Look at this shit hole; if you weren’t so worthless it wouldn’t look like this! Do you need a repeat of last night?”
Buffy looked around the kitchen unable to find one thing that wasn’t cleaned till it shined. Pulling her sweatshirt closer to her she mumbled, “I’m going to be late for school.” And made a beeline for the door. Walking to school Buffy trembled at the thought of what was to come when she returned home from school that day.
Ah. Sunnydale High filled with bright bouncy girls on cell phones and arms of jocks. The perfect life that’s what Buffy called them. Perfect.
Walking through the halls she noticed there was a new whisper about. A new kid. Yay! Another perfect life to torture hers.
Hearing the bell ring ,making her late for the first time, she panicked and ran to her class, completely forgetting all her books.
“Well Miss Summers, this is a first.”
Buffy turned beat red standing in front of the class talking to the teacher of why she was late. After pleading with the teacher, she scrambled to the back of the room, completely oblivious to the eyes watching her.
“You’re such a loser” Harmony Kendal hissed at her as she past.
Cowering herself in a corner, Buffy ignored her. trying as best as she can to pay attention to what the teacher was talking about. Failing miserably when she slipped into one of her fantasies where she was the popular one.
She didn’t even notice when Ms Calendar stopped talking and now was directing the class ahead.
“ Ok everyone, we have a new student, Spike Rayne, would you like to tell the class a little about yourself?”
She smiled at the class, but the smile soon dropped when his reply came.
“Um…no.” and he made his way to the back of the class right in an open desk next to Buffy. Her eyes not releasing their hold on him.
“Hello salty goodness” remarked Cordeilia Chase, head of the cheerleading squad.
Smirking at Cordy and Harmony he turned his attention to the cute blonde next to him.
“’Ello love, what’s a bird like you doing in a class like this?”
Buffy looked at him puzzled. “Bird? What bird? There’s a bird?”
“Miss Summers is there something you would like to share with the class?”
Buffy blushed furiously an odd shade of red, and glared daggers at Spike. He just chuckled and turned to face the front. Buffy didn’t dare look at him for the rest of the class period.
When the bell finally rang the students filed out of the room. Buffy was one of the first people out and into the lunchroom to buy her green apple. She then made her way to the football field, where she sat on the bleachers watching the football players practicing.
‘They must be practicing over time, odd they would practice during lunch period.’ She thought as she took another bite of her apple and relaxing onto the bench. She watched them intently, getting lost in their fluid motions.
“Well hello kitten, fancy meeting you here.” Spike said as he plopped next to her on the bench.
“Well for one, I’m not trying to kill myself.” She barked as she plucked the cigarette form his mouth and putting it out on the bleacher next to her.
“Hey, I just lit that.”
“Yeah well, I just put it out” She snapped at him.
“Why you little.” he was cut off by Cordy walking up behind Buffy.
“Spike there you are! What are you doing here and with her?”
Cordeilia scoffed at Buffy. Pulling Spike by the arm, as she dragged him back to the school, babbling about who to talk to and who not to talk to.
Shrugging it off Buffy made her way to her next class.
The rest of the day went by fast. Buffy didn’t see Spike for the rest of the day.
Walking home, Buffy hoped her mom was out for the night she did not feel like dealing with her either.
Turning onto her block she froze, ‘who’s car is that? And what is it doing in my drive way?’ Suddenly panicking that she would be in trouble for being late for class, Buffy sprinted the rest of the way to her house.
Walking into the house, she was curious to see why her mom had cleaned the house so nicely, and why she could smell food cooking. She got her answer when she walked into the kitchen.
“What’s going on here?” Buffy asked wide-eyed.
“Well hello to you too honey, how was school? Don’t be so rude to our guests.” Joyce proclaimed sweetly.
‘Ok what’s going on, why is she being so nice to me? And why is he here? Arrg!’
“Go wash up, we will be eating soon. Oh and honey, we need to talk later about your class this morning, I got a phone call this morning.” Joyce said.
“Sorry, uh,.it was nice to uh meet you. Please excuse me while I uh w.w.wash up.” Buffy said fearfully.
“Nice to meet you too, poppet. I’m Ethan Rayne, and this here is my son William Spike Rayne.” Ethan said.
Turning around in his seat, Spike smirked at her, tongue curling behind his teeth. Looking her up and down approvingly, he chuckled.
“Hello again, love.”




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