All characters belong to Joss Whedon, The WB Network, and 20th Century Fox. I am just a fan.
All characters belong to Joss Whedon, The WB Network, and 20th Century Fox. I am just a fan.
The hellmouth. Weird things happened there. That was the only way to explain Sunnydale. Dull was in there some where also.
“Where am I?” Buffy Summers demanded to herself. “I can’t believe I got lost in my own town. How the heck do you get lost in your own town? I wish I carried a map.” She sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. She got lost in her own town. She looked around. There was only one building in sight. Maybe it was a hellmouth thing. She jumped inside. The building was empty. Naturally. Just Buffy’s luck. She finds a building, but no one was inside. Sunnydale was far too strange. She had to have them build a decent mall or something. “Hello! I need some help! I need to find the Magic Box!”
Nothing, of course. Buffy turned around to see a set of stairs. Maybe there was some one up there. She frowned when she got to the top. Where was she? There was nothing up here. Oh wait, there was a water cooler. Wait, was it, was it filled with beer? Where was she? A cooler with beer, it sounded like something Spike would- oh no.
Why did she think Spike was behind this some how?
After a few minutes of yelling, “Spike! Come here! Buffy wants to kill you!” Buffy noticed there were some doorways. She stopped. She had a choice, right or left. “Suddenly, I feel like Alice in Wonderland,” she grunted. Left or right? Right or left? Right, she decided and opened up the door. There was nothing in this room except for a TV, a chair, and a fridge. Buffy sighed, something told her in the fridge there was more beer. She tested her theory, and found herself to be correct. More beer. Lots more beer. What was he going do with this? Wait, was that, cheese, and peanut butter? What on Earth was he doing with that? What could anyone possibly do with beer, cheese, and peanut butter?
She sighed loudly and closed the fridge door. Buffy rolled her eyes, when she found Spike…
SNAIL! Buffy looked down and her eyes widened. There was a snail! Buffy tore out of the room, and ran into the other door way and rammed into something pale.
“Running from a bloody snail slayer?”
“That’s right, I am the slayer. Why am I- Spike!” Buffy screamed. She turned to look at him. There he was standing in the center of a room, empty except for him, and some scary music. Buffy looked down, Spike had no shirt! She looked up at his eyes, but they were too nice, so she looked at his chest. She couldn’t resist him. “What are you doing Spike? And what the hell is that noise?”
“I’m dancing. What does it bloody look like I’m doing?” Spike demanded.
“That’s why I asked.”
“I’m dancing! And that noise, I don’t know. What in bloody hell is a soul sista?”
“I don’t know,” Buffy said. She realized she was still staring at him.
“What? Now go away, I want to dance again!” Spike snapped and pushed her back.
“What’s with all the beer?”
“Uh, duh, slayer. Aren’t you supposed to be bright? It’s the dance of beer.”
“Okay, Spike, how do I get out of your demented house?” Buffy demanded.
“Hey, it’s not demented, and it’s not mine,” Spike growled and continued to dance.
He’s turning me on, he’s just too sexy, Buffy thought to herself. “Stop it! Stop dancing!” Buffy looked at him he just grinned his shirtless smile. Buffy sighed she ran over to him and kissed him. “Now get rid of the beer!”
“Beer. Beer," Buffy sat up with a start. "Oh, it was just a dream," she lay back in bed, glancing out her dark window for a second.
“It was dream. A cute, but strange dream, where, I, I, I kissed Spike! And I liked it! I loved it!"