Fic: Spike Bad (5/?)

[Kris <krismpy@xxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Spike Bad (5/?)
Pairing: B/W
Disclaimers: Buffy and Willow and everyone else
in this belong to Joss and
Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers: All of season 6 so far, plus maybe
upcoming season 6 eps. 
Summary: My skewered version of season 6 
Rating: NC-17



Buffy closed her eyes against all the different
emotions that came bubbling up inside her once
again. Nothing made sense, yet at the same time
things were becoming slightly clearer. She
realized, rather reluctantly, that Dawn was
probably right about quite a few things she had
yelled at Buffy about earlier. She opened her
eyes to look at Willow again, and slowly reached
out a shaky hand to brush a stray strand of red
hair out of Willow's face. With that gesture she
had an overwhelming sense of deja vu, and in her
mind's eye flashed back to another time Willow
had been in the hospital in a coma. Xander had
been there then, too. 'Only this time it's not
Angelus, so who did this?' she thought. 

"Ah, excuse me," a fat balding middle aged man
with bad body odor entered the room. Buffy and
Xander turned around to regard the guy. "Uh, I
don't mean to disturb you people, but I was
wondering, since Ms. Rosenburg isn't going
anywhere anytime soon, if you all would mind
coming and getting her stuff out of the apartment
for her?"

"Huh?" Buffy looked at the man perplexed.

"Buffy, this is Willow's landlord, Mr. Smell, uh,
I mean Mr. Smith." Xander said. "Nice to see you
again...sir." he added for good measure to try
and cover his slip up.

"Yeah, whatever kid. Look, the redhead can't
stay in my apartments no more. She's way late on
rent as it is, and with her being here now, well,
I don't see her coming up with the money. It
really makes no difference to me, though if you
don't wanna get it. I'll just toss her junk in
the dumpster, then. I just thought I'd offer
since the doc said you two's were her friends and
all."

"Late?" Xander said. "But she just rob..."

"No! I mean, we'll get her stuff, right Xander?"
Buffy said cutting him off. "Could you just give
us a couple of minutes?"

"Alright," the man replied. "I've got a pickup,
so if you guys spring for gas, I'll take the
stuff to wherever ya want. That cool?" 

"Sure," Xander said. "We'll be right there."

"I'll just be in the waiting room, then." the man
said backing up and throwing his thumb over his
shoulder as he left the room.

"Well, this just gets more and more confusing by
the minute. Just color me 'huh.' My brain's
fried trying to figure things out." Xander
quipped while rubbing his temples with his
forefingers.

"I agree. Xander, do you mind staying here a
while?"

"No, it's not a problem. I'll just call Anya and
let her know, but, why Buffy?"

"I have a feeling Willow may still be in danger
from whoever did this to her. I need you to keep
watch. Meanwhile, I'll go with Mr. Smelly to get
Will's stuff and talk to him; see if he knows
anything or can be any help. If not, maybe going
through her place will turn up some clues." 

"Gotcha. And be careful, Buffy."

"Yeah, you too."
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Spike walked through one of the Sunnydale
cemeteries admiring all the fresh graves he knew
he was mostly responsible for. 'Damn! If Buffy
starts caring about her life again, I'm screwed.'
His thoughts were interrupted as he came to a
crypt and found the door slightly ajar. Curious,
he entered slowly and carefully, trying to be
quiet. 'Can't a fellow have any fun?' he thought
when he realized it was just some homeless bum
who'd managed to find his way inside before
passing out. Without a second thought, he hauled
the man to his feet, vamped out, and sank his
fangs into the guy's neck. Once he was certain
there was no more blood left, he unceremoniously
dumped the lifeless body to the floor and wiped
his mouth with the back of his hand. "Hmm, you
must have done pretty good begging today, mate. 
You don't have even a hint of stale, skunky beer
about you." Spike hopped over the corpse and
exited the crypt whistling a tune to himself. 
'You know,' he thought to himself. 'Having a
nice breakfast helps clear the head up some. No
loose ends. As much fun as she could have been,
it's time to kill the redhead.' With that, he
walked off in the direction of the hospital.




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