Willow Rosenberg walked upstairs to Buffy’s room.
Someone in the corner stumbled and she peered around the corner, expecting it to be Mr. All Mighty Army Guy (also known as Riley, with his stupid helicopter face, as Willow liked to call it) looking for Buffy, but it wasn’t.
“Spike?” she said.
Spike dropped a pink fluffy looking thing and hid under a beanbag shaped like a cross.
“Owwwww!” he yelled.
He jumped back and fell into the sunlight.
“HELP ME! I’M SIZZLING!”
Willow threw a flowery blanket on his head.
“You definitely have your thinking cap on today,” said Willow.
Spike stood up with a smirk and cursed under his breath. He left and slipped over the pink thing again.
“Spike, what the heck are you doing here anyway?”
“Remembering the scent of the enemy because I am an evil vampire. That’s what they do.”
He sniffed Willow.
“See? Grr. Nasty! The smell of a witch and her evil Slayer friend.”
He hid the pink frilly sweater behind his back and ran out of the room and out of the house.
“Owwww!” he yelled from outside.
Buffy kicked a punching bag with a smiley face on it. Then she did a jump and landed on top of it. She did a backflip, hanging onto the top by her feet and staked it from upside-down.
Willow walked in.
“I looked up stuff about that demon that made Xander grow bunny ears and buck teeth. Kobal?” Willow smiled just thinking about it.
“Oh yeah, has Giles found the spell yet?”
“No. Anya’s freaking. She has leporiphobia, an abnormal, debilitating, and often paralyzing fear of evil mutant bunny rabbits.”
“Well, hello Miss Book Girl!” Buffy smiled and pulled the stake out of the punching bag.
“Yeah, and Spike was in your room, um, I think he was sniffing your sweater.”
“I am so
going to stake him.”
Buffy ran off, Willow following her.
Spike was lying on his back on top of a coffin lid. Buffy banged down the door.
“Well, hello Slayer.”
“I am going to stake you.” Buffy smirked.
“Yeah, a nice hello to you too.”
Buffy raced towards him and drove a stake through his heart.
“Blood-” said Spike as he burst into dust.
“Oops,” said Buffy. “Dang. I didn’t mean to get the heart. Oh well.”
“Y’know Buffy, now you never get to taunt him ever again. And I think he kind of liked you.” Buffy’s brain was talking to her again.
“Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!”
Spike was in a swirling ball of light. It began to prickle his skin until it hurt.
An odd message played in his head over and over again. The colors are pretty…The colors are pretty…
It was kind of stupid and annoying, but it filled his head. God, was this what happened to Drusilla when she hears those voices in her head? No wonder she’s mad!
Spike passed out, only to wake up dropped on a hard stone floor.
“Angel?” a voice said.
Spike edged towards them.
“Hello, O Good Vampire of The Nice Ones With Souls.” said another man,who was British.
Spike liked him, for some reason.
“Who are you?” said the first voice.
“Is it this Angel?” said the second voice.
Did they think he was Angel? Their brains are messed up.
“I don’t know. Looks like it. I mean, who else could it be?”
“Who are you?” a voice said to him.
“Bloody heck!” Spike said.
Spike stood up.
“Hi Oz, wait ,Oz? I haven’t seen you since Buffy stole my Ring of Amarra, so I completely and utterly hate you. Goodbye.”
Spike turned his back on them without another word.