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“I don’t think it’s wise to be out partying.” Giles said as he watched her applying makeup using his glasses as a mirror. He leaned over and grabbed his glasses from her. Buffy pouted and then put on some shiny pink lipstick on. They were in the school library that Slayer and Watcher spent hours in each day. That was their duties; watch and be watched, teach and be taught.” Especially with William the Bloody out there.”
“Giles, I’m not going to let the new baddie ruin the ‘Buffy, Willow, and Xander’ time.” She stuck out her bottom lip as he wiped his glasses off and placed them back on the crook of his nose.
“I know that, but can’t you postpone it? At least for a few days.” Giles said. He was trying his best at persuading his headstrong slayer. Why he wasn’t paired with a naïve one, he didn’t know.
“I already postponed it two weeks ago. Remember?” Buffy explained, “I’ll be good, I promise. And I’ll kill any vampires that dare to step within twenty feet of me.” She crossed her tanned arms over her chest giving the hint that she wasn’t changing her mind. This didn’t go unnoticed to Giles, this was Buffy’s ‘I’m going to do what I want, you cant make me go for your plan. If you try, you wont win’ stance.
“Make it thirty and I’ll let you go.” Giles said. Buffy’s arms dropped and she gave Giles a hug. Giles tensed up, he wasn‘t used to hugs from Buffy. If anyone saw this, they would definitely think something of it. “And good job on your training today. I saw a major improvement.”
“Good job on your training me, I saw a major improvement too.” Buffy replied, she let go of Giles and grabbed her purse. She turned and walked to the door of the Library.
“Bye, Buffy.” Giles said.
“See ya.” Buffy called back.
She walked through the school hallways and out the door by the office. Willow and Xander were waiting for her at a bench. Buffy walked over to them, both were too preoccupied to notice her.
“The white stuff is marshmallows.” Xander argued playfully at Willow. Buffy squeezed her eyebrows in confusion as she watched the dispute between her two best friends.
“No, it’s not.” Willow said. Buffy got even more confused, then Xander turned to Buffy and waved. Willow continued speaking, thus winning the battle, “The ‘white stuff’ is a white sugary paste.”
“Oh…” was all Xander said.
“What are we talking about?” Buffy asked and Willow jumped. The mousy redhead hadn’t realized that Buffy was standing behind her.
“Oreos.” Xander said.
“I don’t even know why their so famous. The cookie tastes horrible.” Willow said with a ‘blegh’.
“I like the marshmallow part.” Buffy said. At Willow’s look, Xander corrected Buffy.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Xander scolder her with his finger, “White sugar paste.”
“Anyways, it’s good.” Buffy shrugged, she motioned towards the road and the two walked with her to the sidewalk to go to her house.
“Did you know that if we stacked every single oreo on top of each other they could reach to the moon and back more than five times?” Xander asked. The two girls looked at the brunette between them and looked back forward, “It’s true…”
Buffy looked down at her watch and then back at her two friends, “It’s a little too early for The Bronze, we still have a few hours until it opens.”
“I vote for watching a movie at Buffy’s house.” Xander grinned. Willow nodded and then they both looked at Buffy with saddened eyes. Buffy gave them a stern look, then started to laugh. Xander and Willow looked at each other with huge grins planted on their face, they had won.
“I vote for the most chicky-est chick flick ever.” Buffy smiled. Xander’s smile disappeared and he stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Joking, Xand.” Buffy smiled. They turned onto Revello street and Buffy spotted 1630 a few houses away. There was no car in the front, her mom wasn’t home.
((She must still be at work…))
“I’m kind of in the mood for Signs.” Willow shrugged softly.
“Xander, I think something’s wrong with Willow.” Buffy said as she stopped in her tracks. Xander and Willow stopped also after a few steps.
“What is it doctor Buffy?” Xander asked.
“She wants to watch Signs.”
“You are right.” Xander said, He put his hand on Willow’s forehead and she pushed it away.
“What?” Willow asked, “No, I just want to give it a chance.”
“Good going, Willster.” Xander said. They all started to walk again, “Our baby’s growing up… Seems like only yesterday she-”
“What? I figured that since I have a friend whose a slayer whose job it is to kill vampires. Aliens have nothing on this.” Willow said gleefully.
“That’s my Willow.” Buffy said, she swung her arm around her best friend as they turned onto her porch.
Few Hours Later:
The Bronze was surprisingly packed for a Thursday night. Song after song, the trio had been dancing non stop for well over an hour and now nature was calling Buffy. She excused herself from the dance and started off towards the bathroom. A brunette man walked in front of her and she pushed him away with slayer strength. She would tell him sorry later, but right now she really needed to go…
She was right by the girls room when, from the corner of her eye she saw a very attractive blonde man walk through the front doors. She wanted to go talk to him, but she had something else on her mind. But what he said caused her to run outside, her bladder problem forgotten.
“Does someone got a phone? There’s a man outside biting another mans neck…”
Sure enough there was a situation outside. A vampire had a poor man against the brick wall of the alley. He was drinking away at the brute mans thick jugular. She pulled the stake out of her back pocket and used it to tap the Vampires shoulder. It turned and ran right into the stake. With a ‘poof’ he was gone.
((Is it just me, or are they getting much stupider.))
The victim ran away as fast as could, not giving Buffy a thanks or even a glance. And for Buffy, it was just another day at work. She sighed and stuck the stake back into her pocket. She turned to leave, but the sound of clapping interrupted her. The sexy blonde man that she had seen minutes earlier was walking out of a dark corner opposite of her. He was clapping at her, and she just back away from the malicious looking smile. She was wrong about first impressions. At first she just thought of him as attractive, but with the bleached blonder hair, intense blue eyes, and a leather jacket that went to his knees. His look screamed ‘bad-boy’. The only people who could pull off the bad-boy look were vampires. When his face changed and his demon went forth, Buffy rolled her eyes.
((They’re always vampires aren’t they…))
“’Ello Slayer.” He said when he stopped clapping. Buffy pulled the stake out from her pocket and twirled it in her fingers.
“Ello’ Vampire.” She mocked. Despite the joke, her guard was up now. She didn’t know if this one would be hard to kill.
“Do you even know who I am?” He asked.
“Overly obsessive Billy Idol fan?” Buffy answered, half serous-half joke.
“Try ‘Spike’.” He said.
“Spike?” Buffy asked, she thought for a second, “Never heard of you.”
“Your watcher had been skipping past some important lessons.” Spike said amused at the slayers daft intelligence.
((I guess it’s true what they say about blondes…))
They stepped closer together until Slayer and Vampire were now standing a few feet from each other. Buffy was confused at why this vampire hadn’t yet taken a fighting stance.
“Your in the Watchers Diaries?” Buffy asked after a seconds thought.
“In a few, yes.” Spike said. Buffy tilted her head, trying to remember a ‘Spike’.
“I must have not been listening….” Buffy said aloud.
“How could you forget me?” Spike asked, “I’m the baddest of the bad, the worst of the worst, the-” Spike said.
“You must not have been that interesting.” Buffy cut him off.
“Oh, but I am. I’ve done in two slayer.” He said, putting on a cocky grin. Obviously he was very proud of that fact. She took a step back to get some room between them.
“A-are you William the Bloody?” She asked as her back had reached the wall, and she realized that she was trapped.
“The one and only.” Spike said. Buffy pushed fear to the back of her mind and her fist smashed in with his face. Spike took a step back and then spit out some blood. Before Buffy had a chance to run, though, he swung out his fist and punched her in the stomach. As she leaned foreword in pain Spike grabbed the back of her head and collided his knee with her nose. She stumbled backwards and then regained her fighting stance with trembling fingers forming rock hard fists. Spike kicked her legs out from under her and she fell onto the dirty ground. Spike knelt down until he straddled her chest and then lifted up his fist in a punch.
“Any last words, Slayer?” Spike asked. Buffy nodded and then spoke.
“Swing away.” She yelled. Spike didn’t know exactly what she meant by that until he felt something collide with his head. He landed a few feet from the slayer, and he was looking at the brunette whelp that Buffy hung out with. He had a bat shaped piece of wood in his hands. Spike was back on his feet in a second and turned to the slayer. The quiet red-head was helping Buffy up. Spike ran foreword and punched the redhead hard against her temple, causing Buffy to fall back onto the ground and the redhead to hit the wall behind her.
“Willow.” Xander called, trying to see if his best friend was okay. She didn’t answer and he turned to Spike with a cold glare. Spike looked at him, unfazed.
“You might want to get Red to a hospital, her heart beat getting deathly slow.” Spike lied. Xander didn’t know what to do until he saw Buffy getting off the ground. She was a little dizzy, but she would handle her own.
“Xander, get Willow to Giles’s. He’ll know what to do.” Buffy said. She nodded at Xander, he dropped the wood and picked up Willow. Buffy looked at Spike and Spike smirked at her.
“Xander, go! Now!” Buffy ordered. Xander nodded and ran off with Willow on his shoulders fireman style. When Buffy was sure that they were gone, she turned to Spike.
“She didn’t deserve that.” Buffy said. Spike nodded and took the stance.
“Now that I know were going to have a fair fight…” Spike smiled.
“Fair fight my ass.” Buffy said when she realized that she had dropped her stake somewhere in the dark alley. She didn’t have time to look so she turned her attention to the vampire with a cigarette between his lips. Buffy kicked out her leg and it hit his stomach. Spike felt the pain, but just chuckled as he grabbed her leg and twisted it around. This caused Buffy to fall to the ground. Spike once again crawled on top of her and straddled her chest. Buffy looked up at him, eyes wide in fear. Spike punched her on her jaw and that was enough for her to pass out.
“Ya know, Slayer, somewhere during that fight I realized something…” He said to the unconscious Slayer as he stood back up and picked up her small, limp form, “It’d be much more fun to torture you.”
He took the last drag of his cigarette and then threw it on the ground. It rolled a few feet then stopped right next to Buffy’s missing stake.
The next morning:
Buffy awoke on a really comfy bed that smelled like spice.
“I must have stayed with Willow.” Buffy whispered as she tried to get her eyes to adjust. When they did, she realized that she wasn’t at Willows. The room was much larger than the small bedroom of Willows. Not to mention it was much more evil looking. It reminded her of what she had always imagined the creepy old man’s bedroom in Edgar Allen Poe’s story ‘Tall Tale Heart’; spooky and dark. From the only light in the room; a small candle, she saw that the room didn’t have much furniture. Just a bed, side table, and a comfy looking chair across from the bed. She didn’t see any windows which made the room look more like a dungeon rather than a bedroom. Then she remembered what had happened last night with Spike, or rather what she didn’t do; kill him. A countless amount of thoughts went through her mind.
((What the hell is he going to do to me? Kill me? Torture me? Turn me? Why in the world am I not chained up.))
The last one she was a bit happy about. The main question that was running in her head was: why did the vampire put her on a comfy kind sized bed and not chain her up? She got off the bed and walked around the room, her hands were sliding along the walls for a light switch.
She was really scared. Whatever was going to happen was definitely going to be bad. Duh, it’s William the Bloody - Spike doing the causing.
((This is karma. I just knew that ‘borrowing’ my moms burnt scarlet lipstick last night was going to bite me in the ass.))
Her left hand moved against something soft and she tilted her head in confusion. She felt around some more and then her wrist was grabbed.
“Go any lower and we might have a little problem.” She heard ‘him’ say. She pulled out of his grasp when she realized that she had been feeling up Spike. She saw his outline lean over a little then the light turned on. Buffy clenched her teeth together in embarrassment and anger.
“It’s Buffy, Right?” He asked her. Buffy didn’t say anything, she only nodded. Buffy sat down on the bed, though she never took down her defense.
((Should I leave now? Should I run for it? Maybe I should wait for the opportune moment. This is definitely not it. Spike is between me and the door… Just wait….))
“I’m just here to give you a forewarning, kay?” He said, “You are in my mansion, with my minions walking around. Let me tell you that the hundred-some-odd vampires have never tasted Slayer blood. And they want to. Don’t try to run. Your not in Sunnyhell anymore, your not even in California. Now, I’ve told my minions if they see you out of here than they-re allowed to kill you. And don’t you think you can escape; You cant. There’s minions everywhere. The whole entire time that Spike had been talking Buffy didn’t stare at him.
“Look at me, Slayer.” Spike ordered. Buffy didn’t meet his gaze, this made Spike very mad.
“Here I am being nice and not killing you and here you are not being a good guest and look at me while I’m talking like I asked you.” Spike said, that’s when Buffy looked at him. Her eyes were red with anger and unshed tears.
“First, Asshole, you didn’t ask. Second, you kidnapped me. Therefore I’m inclined to not do as you say.” She said as she glared at him.
((Wait for it….))
“Oi, Slayer, you hurt my feeling…” Spike mocked as he wiped away a fake tear. Buffy looked away and then she saw what was on the small table by her bed. She was hesitant to grab the plate of food because she didn’t know if it was poisoned. She looked back at him just as her stomach growled. Spike leaned over and grabbed it. He took in a deep breath through his nose.
“Mmm.” He taunted her, her face stayed impassive. Spike put it an inch in front of her nose and she stared down at it. She unconsciously opened her mouth then she took in a deep breath from her nose, “S’not poisoned, Girl, no point in doing that, is there?"
Buffy looked up at him and grabbed the plate from him. She didn’t know where to start; there was the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the glass of water, and a cookie. She decided on the sandwich and took a bite. She looked back up at Spike when she finished chewing.
“Spike?” She asked, “Why aren’t I dead?”
Spike walked to the door and opened it. He turned to her and said “I’m not through with you.” was all he said before he shut the door. Buffy heard the door lock and she got off the bed. She pulled on the door knob and confirmed that it was, in fact, locked. And by the strength of the lock, she wasn’t going to be able to break it even with the slayer strength. She went back to the bed and grabbed her sandwich. She looked around the room as she ate the food. First thing she did look in the drawers of the side table. There was nothing in them. She continued around the room, noting that it looked like no one had ever slept in it. There wasn’t any pictures, clothes, or signs of previous life. Not to mention the massive amount of thick dust. Buffy went back onto the bed and drank the water all up within a few seconds. She reached down to the cookie, but stopped when she saw a piece of dust rest on a chocolate chip. Buffy shook her head in disgust and put the plate on the side table.
“That’s gross.” Buffy said glumly. She backed up against the bed’s headboard and looked up at the ceiling.
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