TITLE: The Eight Day
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S/other
RATING: PG
PART: 1/10
In the Burning Daylight
Chapter 1.1
He was pissed - really pissed - actually when he thought about it never ever in all of his bloody unlife had he ever been that pissed before.
Not that she'd just royally pissed him off, she'd even given him a bloody headache! - Headache? Who was he kidding she'd given him a flaming migraine!!! He could even put a name to it.
Janice.
Brat. Bitch. Nitwit. J-A-N-I-C-E-!-!-!
He fumed. He just couldn't believe the darn girl got onto him that much.
Why couldn't she just have stayed out of his bloody unlife?
He hadn't bloody ask her to bloody save his bloody ass.
He hadn't bloody ask her to...
He gave it a quick thought but couldn't seem to come up with an other point, which even annoyed him furthermore.
Infuriated, he grit his teeth.
Bloody bitch.
Bloody stupid bitch.
Bloody stupid miserable bitch.
Bloody much? Even for vampire terminology.
Spike could almost hear her laughing at him.
There just seemed to be no way of getting her out of his system.
His demon roared, and he felt like going back and ripping her bloody throat out. Yeah, that he should do. Beating the shit out of her.
Letting her taste some of her very own medicine...
"Ohw!!!" He winced, carefully checking the sore spot on his head.
The spot an enormous encyclopedia had hit him. HER encyclopedia!!! He still couldn't believe she'd actually used the bloody thing to knock him down the roof.
Oh shit, he really hated that bitch!
There was only one thing his wretched mind was craving for - violence.
And since he just couldn't get his hands on her... or Drusilla, as their current relationship still seemed to bloody fragile right now, there was only person he could actually think of - slayer.
Yeah, where was the slayer when a vamp needed her to kick ass?
Wasn't it her fault anyway, him being stuck with that female Angelus?
Oh, he hated her, she happened to bloody annoy the piss out of him - Janice...
He didn't care about his lack of coherent thinking, or his illogical logic, or the fact of the time being five to dawn.
There was just no way he'd bloody let her get away with it. His eyes were still burning from the pepper spray she'd used on him two days ago - bitch.
"Slayer!!!" He growled, dashing across the veranda right into the Summer's front door. "Open up!" He demanded in an obnoxious voice. "I know you're in there!"
The house remained silent. Stubbornly the blond vampire continued to hurl himself against the invisible barrier which restrained him from knocking down the door.
Where was the bloody bitch, couldn't possibly be asleep? Well, definite no! Furious he gave it an other go, and an other, and an other... Just when he was about to give up the face of his favorite slayer mom appeared in the doorway.
Joyce - he breath a sigh of relief.
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Chapter 1.2
"Who...???" Joyce asked, carefully scanning the area. Only when she was about to step out, she realized the black-clad person sitting right in front of their front door.
"Oh, Spike..." She greeted, a frown on her face. "...eh, well..." She stumbled, nervously chewing her lower lip. "...oh, eh, Buffy told me to not invite you in..."
She hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. Well, on one hand her daughter made her swear to never again... well, never mind. Her tired eyes carefully checked on the cursing vampire, but apart from a little dried blood in the peroxide blond hair he seemed to be just fine. Apparently he was so much lost in thought he didn't even realize her listening to his intimidation towards some unlucky sod.
"I should 'ave killed 'er!!!"
Well, what's this rumbling all about?
She wondered swiftly, kneeling down by his side
She couldn't help but her heart going out for the blond.
And no matter how violently Buffy disliked him, Joyce just happened to fancy the peroxide fuzzball - although right now there wasn't anything fuzzy at him after all. Actually he was radiating negative energy, make this lots of negative energy.
However...
"Who?" She turned to him in a soft voice, unsure of what to expect. "Buffy?"
When he didn't respond Joyce decided to better not pressure.
So for a little while the two remained in perfect silence.
Neither realizing Buffy approach from behind.
***
Chapter 1.3
"Lemme guess..."
The tiny blond smiled widely, when her victims heads shot up in a start.
"...well..." Buffy pretended to give it a thought. "...Janice...???"
She laughed, scornfully - intentionally ignoring her mother's disapproving look, mocking her mortal enemy instead.
However, her face instantly iced over, when she realized the fond little smile towards Spike on the face of a half asleep Joyce.
A wave of guilt washed over her, along with a hint of jealousy.
Why am I feeling guilty? She wondered defensively.
Out of the corner of her eyes she realized the grim look the vampire shot her.
Well, blondie obviously was anything but in benevolent a mood.
"One day..." He growled deep in his chest, oblivious to either woman. "...I shall..."
Before her mother had a chance to interfere, Buffy picked up the thread.
"Oh yeah," She gave him a fake yawn. "you shall destroy the world..."
But much to her disappointment and surprise Spike did not react.
Ignoring the naughty quip he went on raving.
"...rip her heart out..." His eyes lit up in an unnatural yellow.
Joyce, alerted by now, gazed at her daughter.
"Janice who?" She then inquired warily.
Neither bothered to answer - Spike, too overwhelmed by future deeds, and Buffy struggling too hard for a straight face. So when he finally made it to: "...spread her guts all across the country..." She couldn't but laugh.
"His newest paramour." A vicious fit of giggles. "Kinda took him ages to find an adequate substitute..."
Two pair of eyes drilled into her.
Her mother in lack of comprehension.
And Spike furious because of the opposite.
"Dare you, calling her a sub..." He was just about to grip her, when the sunlight hit him from behind. With an awful groan the vampire collapsed to the floor, white smoke emanating from his back.
"Ohwg." Sneering, Buffy fanned for fresh air. "Well, I guess that's the time, for the baddie to be plunged into the nearest sewer!" She said with a frown.
"Do you really think...?"
Her head shot up when she heard such thing as compassion in her mom's voice.
"C'mon mom, you surely wouldn't..." Buffy quickly let her eyes wander back and forth in between Joyce and Spike. "...na, of course you wouldn't - would you? MOM!!!"
She knew there was panic in her voice.
"Spike, you're invited."
"MOM???"
Her eyes were about to pop out, when she heard the fatale words from her mother's mouth while at the same time watching her shoving Mr. Annoying-Vamp into the house.
"Listen, Mom." She tried in more rational a voice, hand clenched around some wooden funds. "You really shouldn't... I mean, you can't..."
Her voice trailed off - she was alone.
"Mom???" Buffy hurried to catch up with them.
She just couldn't believe her mother of all had invited in her most deadliest enemy. Shaking her head she just in time entered the living room to hear her mom mumbling:
"... may be I could stay home today..."
I just so not like this!!!
Buffy thought by herself, where against loud she managed: "If you're all serious about," She couldn't restrain from shooting an angry look at Spike. "Him, I should get Angel for protec..."
She was just about adding protection, when her mother cut her off bluntly.
"Darling, please," She was told in a straight way. "I really wouldn't feel comfortable having this vampire around..."
Buffy glared, thunderstruck.
"Mom!!!" Was all she got out.
Well, she had always known of her mother not to approve of her relationship with Angel - well kinda - but never ever did she thought of her dislike to go that far.
Still in shock, she listened to the older woman's rumbling.
"...he's so dominant, so shady - always brooding..."
This was the point Buffy couldn't hold back any longer.
"Stop it, Mom," She snapped. "It's Spike, you can't trust - Spike 's just so..."
She didn't get a chance to finish.
"...cute...?"
Her mouth dropped open, when she finally adjusted to the suggestion given.
"Cute???" Buffy squeaked in a shrill voice, eyes wild with disbelief and shock.
Her mother oblivious, to her current state of mind, giving her an absentminded nod.
"Well," She winked at her daughter. "He's..."
Buffy didn't really feel like listening to another hymn to Mr. Gorgeous Vamp.
So rolling her eyes to both of them she quickly headed for her room, all the while mumbling: "...cute...she really said he's cute..."
What is it about elderly women and bottle blonds?
She wondered quietly.
Well, not that he's that hard to the eyes, but... that's Spike!!!
She dressed in record time, ignorant to things such as skirt to suite top or via versa.
So when, minutes later, Buffy made a reappearance in the living-room, both Spike as well as her mother couldn't help but giving her the look.
However, right now, Buffy couldn't care less.
She had places to go...
Angels to call...
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Chapter 1.4
Clonk!
The receiver dropped to the floor.
"You want me to do what???" Xander Harris yelled into the empty room.
He just couldn't believe she just said what he thought she had said.
No - definite no! She couldn't possibly...
With a snarl he sat on the bed.
"Hello? - Xander?"
He could hear her muffled voice.
And he knew he oughta pick up the phone.
"C'mon, Xan, I know ya're there, I can hear ya groaning - XANDER!!!"
Well, definitely Buffy, he thought, when he reached for the receiver.
"Hi Buff." He tried to make nice, although he had the strangest of feelings his effort not to be appreciated. Anyway, it wasn't him having a vampire lurking around his place.
So didn't he have any right to be upset?
Yip, definitely have! He silently decided all the while ignoring the fuming slayer.
A vampire... She's just invited in another vampire... His mind ran ragged.
"Gee, Xander, what's wrong with you?" Her angry voice finally got his attention.
Although he couldn't quite figure out why it was her yelling at him, instead of vice versa. Oh well, could do something about this.
"What's wrong with me???" He bellowed immediately, in an attempt to drown her in volume. "You're telling me there's a vampire other than Angel staying at your place..."
Even now, saying it out loud, he just couldn't believe it.
How dare she call telling him to get Angel to check on some mysterious vamp who happened to have set up camp inside the Summers' living-room. Hell, a vampire.
An other vampire. What was it about Buffy and vampire?
He just tuned back in time to catch a furious: "...he's staying with
my mother!"
Oh well, this is getting way weird. Xander thought by himself. Why would...?
"Yeah, right," he chided coolly. "He's staying with your mother!"
"Right," she proclaimed, ignorant to the hint of sarcasm. "Annoying bastard."
Xander shook his head. Now she had managed. Finally. She lost him.
"Buffy, what are you talking about?"
He tried her to put it out in front of him, again.
Not that he expected her to actually do it. As matter of fact being the slayer tend to make her forget the most basic communication patterns. Occasionally.
This time however...
Just as all so many other times before the line remained silent.
Well, this is getting interesting. He sneered to himself.
But then. A sigh, followed by a deep purposeful breath.
"Spike."
Nothing else. Nothing more. One word. Spike
One word which turned him into a stuttering idiot.
"W-w-w-what???" He inquired warily, the dull mumble eventually turning into a panicked shriek. "SPIKE!!! - This is a joke, right?"
Holding his breath, he waited for her to tell him it was.
Several seconds passed by, before Xander finally got an answer out of the girl.
"Nope," she replied solemnly and with a pout. "She even thinks he's cute."
"Eh Buffy, did you just say Spike's hanging around your place now???"
He double-checked in an futile attempt to sound calm and centered.
Please, just let it be me who got it all wrong. He silently pleaded.
"Oh... eh... yes."
If the mumbled reply was any indication, something definitely was wrong.
Xander quickly did his mathematics, adding up one and one.
Unfortunately, he came up with something extreme Hellmouthy.
Buffy? Spike?
Spike? Buffy?
Buffy and Spike?
"Ohmigod Buffy!" The teenager squeaked into the phone. "Remember, Spike, vampire, mortal enemy...?"
"Of course I do, why do you think I wanted you to get Angel."
"Well in this case..." In an instant he made up his mind.
She wants Angel. It's Angel she'll get. Along with him. And Willow. And Giles. And...
"Xander!"
"... can't let you alone with two vampires..."
He managed breathlessly.
"XANDER? - X-A-N-D-E-R-!-!-! - X-A-N-D-E-R-!-!-!"
He didn't really hear her scream, since the receiver had dropped to the floor. Again.
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