Title: Enemies
Author: Hungsta
Series: "Strangers"
disclaimer etc in first part
Spike had spent the night in a blissful state of oblivion. He wanted to drown all thoughts of the Slayer away, even for just one night, but the night before hadn't worked, so he was trying again. Yet instead of getting her off his mind, she was all he could think of, though while drunk, that voice in his head that told him Buffy was all wrong, was quieted a little.
"My Shlayer is so's purdy, I tink…you knows swat I tink?? I tinking she's the one. I don't know swat one she is, but she's it," Spike slurred to the bartender.
"Look buddy, I think you've had enough," the bartender told Spike trying to pry the bottle of whisky out of his hand. Spike had drunken almost all the scotch in the place the night before, and was now trying to do the same with the whisky.
"I honestly don't know how you're still standing mate."
"You don't knows smuch "mate" *sigh* She's so's purdy…" Spike repeated, he had been doing a lot of that the bartender noted still trying to get the bottle out of Spike's firm grip.
"I tells ya, that first time I saws her, all I thought was, "Kill Kill!" but nows…*sigh*… just how booful she ish," Spike said with a goofy grin, before frowning, "No, I can't tink she's booful, shesh a shlayer, so's I has to tink "Kill Kill!" again dun't I? Yesh, killing her is gooooood. I should do's it now b'fore I forgets." Spike told him getting up, but lost his footing and swayed a little.
"I don't think you're in a state to kill anyone buddy. Just give me the bottle and I'll call ya a cab. I think you're too plastered to even get yourself home."
"You fink I can't kill no one?? I can too, shee?" Just to prove the bartender wrong, Spike let his human facade fade away to show his real face, and to the bartender's horror, Spike grabbed him by the neck and pulled him over the bar.
"I told's you I could… I's hungry now. Fanks for the booze mate," was the last words the bartender heard before Spike started draining him.
Walking into the closest bar, not caring what kind, Buffy geared herself up of some serious drinking, but was faced with a sight she wasn't expecting.
"God, you Vamps are everywhere aren't you?"
Grabbing the stake she kept in the back of her belt, Buffy rushed the vampire, pulling him off his victim and pinning him to the nearest wall. She raised her arm and was about to stake him, when a spark of recognition ignited, forcing her hand down and take a step back.
"What the hell, who…Spike?? SPIKE??!!"
Buffy shrieked too horrified to care how loud, recognizing Spike's demon.
Spike lifted his head drunkenly, shocked to see his Slayer right in front of him, "'ello Shlayer! What a perfec co-inkydink, I was just tellin that guy ofver there all 'bouts you's," he said slipping his human face back on, all thoughts of killing her vanishing into a drunken haze.
Buffy was horrified as full recognition flared, "You!! You're my Stranger!! Spike?!! You're him?!!" she screeched, raising her voice even higher.
Standing in silence for a few seconds, Buffy tried to make sense of the sudden turn of events, while Spike looked like he was about it fall over into unconsciousness.
Not being able to take it, Buffy turned and ran out of the bar, "I have to get out of here."
"Shlay…" Spike watched her leave, swayed a little, and fell face forward on the floor.
"God, I can't believe it, I'm such a moron!! It just had to be Spike didn't it?? Why do you mock me?" Buffy lifted her head and shouted to the sky.
"Do the supreme all reining, Powers That Be, have nothing better to do than think of ways to make my life HELL!?? Do you do this to all Slayers or is it just me??" Then to a passer-by, "What are you looking at? Nothing to see here buddy, move it along."
"Slayer."
"Oh great! There just happened to be a vampire passing by at this very moment, ARGH!! This_ is_ so _ typical_ ," Buffy again told the stars.
"You know what? I bet he's the master isn't he? It's him isn't it??" Buffy asked the vampire while punching him.
"Tell me or you'll be nothing but a memory soon." She warned, while pinning him to a wall.
"Wha…? Who-o?" The vampire asked confused.
"Oh of course, YOU don't know! I wish you guys would just… get a clue," Buffy concluded, only giving the vampire a chance to give her another confused look before he was dust.
Not giving him one more thought, Buffy tried to figure out the deal with Spike.
*I bet he is the Master. Not only am I moron, but I'm naive as well! I totally bought his whole 'I'm a mysterious and sexy stranger' deal.
*With his gorgeous eyes, and… hard… manly …chest, No, this is Spike we're talkin' 'bout, Eww factor.. 100!! How can I even be thinking that way about… SPIKE??! *
*…Has he been waiting all this time? Waiting for a way to get under my defenses??…It's been so long since I saw him last…Since Angel…died.*
With the thought of Angel, Buffy got even more depressed and confused, so decided to just give up on the big thinking, and just go home, and curl up with a big bowl of chocolate fudge ice-cream. She deserved some comfort food.