Spike stood in the middle of Sunnydale's park, watching couples walk
by.
It was a full moon night and there were several diamonds stars
sparkling in
the sky making it, all in all, a romantic evening.
Spike knew that if Dru had been out tonight she would have rambled on
about
how the stars spoke to her and how the moon bleeds and sings.
Spike missed that, he missed her. But she was gone, leaving him for
another,
and he'd have to accept that. He didn't know why he'd chosen to come
back
to
Sunnydale, he hated this town and especially the Slayer in it, but
without
Drusilla he had no where else to go.
As he watched the couples walk by he considered having a feast on a
pair
of
them.
*That would certainly burst their happy little bubbles. I hate the
whole
flowers and hearts scene. *
Spike considered the option of feeding but changed his mind, after
all, he
had had a good snack on some wandering girl when he first entered
town and
was pretty much full.
His thoughts drifted to the Slayer and he wondered what she was doing
on
this, a romantic evening.
*Probably bemoaning my oh-so-wonderful sire, what a waste of time. Or
she's
driving stakes into the hearts of those pitiful cardboard cut out
vampires
that tend to lounge around here. Some of us vampires are a dime a
dozen.
Only
a few of us, ME being one of them, are actually good at what we do. *
Spike found a large oak tree and sat against with a defeated sigh.
Without
Drusilla he had no one to talk to. As he looked at the walking human
blood
bags he almost felt a twinge of envy.
They were weaker than him but they all had friends and happy little
lives
and
right now..
Right now he had nothing.
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Far in the treetops above Spike's head she sat, hidden in the
shadows.
She was suprised he didn't smell her, for she had recogonized him as
a
Vampire and knew some of them had those kind of heightened senses.
She couldn't help but smile down at him, which was an odd thing for
her to
do
especially since she hated the male species.
Her name was Anyanka, she was known as the "Patron Saint of Scorned
Women"
and had never in her whole existence given a damn about the male
gender.
But as she watched him sit there, alone and lost in himself, she for
once
felt pity.
It just did not seem fair that he should suffer.
He was scorned, was he not?
And she protected scorned people.
Usually women and women alone but her heart reached out to him and
she
sighed.
She slowly slinked down the limbs of the tree and listened to him as
he
spoke
to himself.
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He sighed, speaking quietly under his breath to himself, "I wonder
what it
would be like to be out there, having family and friends and all that
crap.
I
mean I have no doubt that it would be horrible to be one of them
again and
I
can't even believe I am thinking of it now. But I wonder.."
He let out a groan, "Oh bloody hell! How I miss you, Dru."
He felt his eyes sliding shut, suddenly exhausted, "I wonder what it
would
be
like though. I wish I knew what it would be like to be one of the
living."
Anyanka smiled and slipped a necklace off from around her neck and
placed
it
on Spike with the most gentle of care.
"It is done." She whispered then giggled and vanished.
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Spike awoke slowly. He grunted in annoyance, chiding himself for
falling
asleep, lord knows how much time he had before the sun would come up
and
fry
him like an egg.
He opened his eyes and jumped.
He looked around him wildly, gasping hysterically, as he tried to
catch
himself.
He was in a room, a classroom, and the sunlight outside flittering in
through
the blinds.
The sun was up and he was alive? He wasn't dust?
And to top it all off he was in school?
He heard a bell ring loudly from somewhere and students started to
flood
into
the room. He realized slowly that he was sitting in a desk though he
had no
idea how he got there.
*WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!?*, His thoughts thundered.
He looked down at his hands and touched his face and then quickly
slapped
himself sharply.
He blinked and clenched his teeth at the unexpected sting of the slap
across
his face and nodded to himself.
*Yup, Still here*
He was still dazed as to what was happening when SHE walked in.
Buffy Summers smiled and waved to a few people in classes. She strode
over
to
him, wearing a short light blue miniskirt and a white T-shirt; her
hair
pinned up on her head.
She carried her purse and bookbag and quickly took a seat next to
him.
He looked at her with wide eyes.
Was she crazy? Didn't she recognize him? Why hadn't she screamed
bloody
murder and jumped for his throat? Why hadn't she reached into her
purse and
pulled out a stake and plunged it into him? What WAS going on?
Buffy saw him staring at her and her eyes narrowed, "What are you
looking
at?"
Spike searched for his voice, "I.."
Before he could start asking her frantically about what in the world
was
going on a tall, slender looking woman walked in.
She had raven hair, glasses, and a very long pointy nose. She
scratched her
name; 'Ms.Crandell', on the board and sighed, "Hello students, I hope
you
all
had a good weekend and finished your English homework."
Ms.Crandell sat at her desk at the front of the room and opened the
large
English book on it when she looked up and saw Spike.
She stood up again quickly, "Oh yes, I forgot! Everyone we have a new
student, please welcome William to the class, he's sitting over there
next
to
Ms.Summers."
Everyone turned and glanced at Spike, who at that moment, actually
wanted
the
sun to make him explode into dust. He'd rather be nonexistent than
here.
Slowly everyone turned away again and began to pay attention as
Ms.Crandell
droned into the lesson.
Buffy, however, still eyed Spike. She bit the end of her pencil and
found
herself smiling at him.
He was rather attractive, with his pale skin, blonde hair, and high
cheekbones. She wished that she had gotten a better look into his
eyes
though.
Spike could feel Buffy's eyes drilling into him and turned.
Buffy spoke before he could, "Hi, I'm Buffy." She held out her hand,
"William, right? I didn't know we were getting a new student."
Spike stared at her hand wearily, not trust her friendliness a bit.
*I'll take her hand and she'll pick me up and throw me out the bloody
window.
* He thought.
Buffy frowned a bit, upset that he wouldn't return her warm
introduction,
and
pulled back her hand.
Spike caught her face and was caught between being irritated by her
reaction
to him and all that was going on and feeling like a jackass for being
rude.
Of course, being a vampire, when had he needed to be polite?
*Am I still a vampire? * He thought confused, as he looked out the
window
quickly to see the sun shining brightly as if mocking him.
He turned back to Buffy and almost felt his mouth drop open at his
own
actions as he reached out quickly and took her hand in his, shaking
it
gently, "Yes, I'm William. Everyone calls me Spike though"
*Did I just say that! To the bloody Slayer, who should all ready
KNOW me!
What kind of game is this? What is she playing at? What's going on?
How is
this happening? All these unanswered questions are making my head
feel like
it's going to burst! *
"Spike? Cool, I like it. So what's your last name Will..er..I mean
Spike? I
don't think I heard the teacher say it."
Name? Last name, he could hardly remember his first name much less
his last
one. He looked around for an answer and saw the chalkboard at the
front of
the classroom.
"Chalkboard."
"What?" Buffy asked.
"I mean..." Spike saw Ms.Crandell's name scrawled on the board,
"Crandell.
Yeah, that's it. William 'Spike' Crandell."
"Crandell? Werid, you have the same last name as the teacher."
"I know. I thought the same thing when I came into class." He
answered
quickly.
Suddenly the bell blared again and Spike wondered how time had gone
so fast
and more importantly where he was suppose to go now and even more
importantly
what was happening.
Buffy smiled at him, "Listen, Spike. Since you're new in town would
you
like
to hang out with me tonight? I could take you around the town. We
could go
to
The Bronze."
"Sure." Spike said quickly, his mind screaming at him, asking him
what he
thought he was doing.
*I seem to have an advantage here. The Slayer apparently doesn't
remember
me
and that gives me the upper hand. I can kill her easy now.*
But how? He obviously wasn't a vampire anymore, he was out in the
sunlight
and doing fine.
*Oh I'll find a way. * He thought with a grin.
Buffy scribbled down an address on a sheet of paper and smiled at
him,
"Here's directions to The Bronze. I'll meet you there around 6,
okay?"
"Okay. I look forward to seeing you." Spike said softly, holding
back the
peels of laughter.
Buffy blushed, "Same here."
Buffy left and Spike chuckled, he didn't know what was going on or
how he
got
here but all he knew was that he had an upper hand here. Now he
could
finally finish off the Slayer.
To Be Continued...
