Out of this conversation sprange my story:
Me: Hmm.. its not that bad but
now my story like completely sucks...
I don't even know who I was writing
about because that was NOT Spike in
my story. He'd probably kill me
if he saw how sappy he was in my story...
but it shall be fixed, never fear,
I will kill the good Spike imposter
from my story. :)
Sheila: Yes... Spike would seek
you out for that story... trust me.
I know him better than most. I want you
to write a good story with Spike in it.
That's why I'mm here to help. Don't kill
the Spike imposter..I'll just retrain him
Y'know..have him watch old Buffy w/Spike eps.
Before 'Lover's Walk' and 'Becoming'. That
should make him right as rain. Ahh, got
some right nasty Spike stories that he'd
enjoy, as well.
Disclaimer. Joss is God... yadda, yadda, yadda. But I own the semi-kind-of-sort-of piot I have here.
A Disgruntled Spike Is a Scary Thing
Janet walked into her house after an unusually calm night out. Her friends Aaron and Cory had been competing for her attention all night, but she had handled it well. Now, after they had seen the movie Aaron wanted to see, plus the one Cory wanted to see, Janet was home and tired, bed was the next stop for her.
She noticed her parents were still out. It was their anniversary and Janet guessed they wouldn't be coming back for a long time.
Coming into her burgundy panted bedroom, the room at the end of the hall, she found a sight she couldn't believe at first; Spike, from the Buffy the vampire Slaver show was sitting on her bed, reading some paper which seemed to have printing on them. "Look what the cat dragged in," he glanced up at her with devilish eyes, "My favorite author."
Janet jumped and backed up into the dresser as he approached her, she gulped, "Spike?"
He grasped a few of the paper he had been reading. "You didn't really think you'd get away with this crap did you, luv?"
"Crap? Oh, you think so," Janet asked pleasantly, as if her work was being complicated. She was frightened and didn't know what she should do in this odd situation.
He began to read from one of the papers, "Buffy went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of cow's blood for Spike. 'I try not to, you know, but the memories are stuck in my head.' She sat down, gave the glass to Spike, and laid down against his chest." He read it with mock feeling, "'Don't worry, luv.'Spike said 'You'll have more time to make more memories when we win.'" He threw the papers at her. "What could you've been thinking? - - I've killed slayers, Janet, I'm not bloody well going to go out and save the world with Buffy... all the most horrible things I have been put through during fanfic, this just takes the cake." He grabbed her chin and forced her up against her dresser, hard.
"What do you want me to do?" Janet asked, fearing for her life.
"A think rewrite is in order. Here's some inspiration for you." He morphed into vamp mode, and brought his teeth up to her neck. He backed away, slowly, letting the image of him attacking her sink in. "Now, if this isn't spot on in a fortnight I will return, and little Ms. Writer's Block won't like me very much then, will she?"
He walked out of her bedroom leaving her standing there in wonderment, letting it all sink in. She picked up the paper and decided to work on the story the following morning. As she hopped into bed and tried to get some sleep she was left with only one question: How did Spike get into my house?
Me: Hmm.. its not that bad but
now my story like completely sucks...
I don't even know who I was writing
about because that was NOT Spike in
my story. He'd probably kill me
if he saw how sappy he was in my story...
but it shall be fixed, never fear,
I will kill the good Spike imposter
from my story. :)
Sheila: Yes... Spike would seek
you out for that story... trust me.
I know him better than most. I want you
to write a good story with Spike in it.
That's why I'mm here to help. Don't kill
the Spike imposter..I'll just retrain him
Y'know..have him watch old Buffy w/Spike eps.
Before 'Lover's Walk' and 'Becoming'. That
should make him right as rain. Ahh, got
some right nasty Spike stories that he'd
enjoy, as well.
Disclaimer. Joss is God... yadda, yadda, yadda. But I own the semi-kind-of-sort-of piot I have here.
A Disgruntled Spike Is a Scary Thing
Janet walked into her house after an unusually calm night out. Her friends Aaron and Cory had been competing for her attention all night, but she had handled it well. Now, after they had seen the movie Aaron wanted to see, plus the one Cory wanted to see, Janet was home and tired, bed was the next stop for her.
She noticed her parents were still out. It was their anniversary and Janet guessed they wouldn't be coming back for a long time.
Coming into her burgundy panted bedroom, the room at the end of the hall, she found a sight she couldn't believe at first; Spike, from the Buffy the vampire Slaver show was sitting on her bed, reading some paper which seemed to have printing on them. "Look what the cat dragged in," he glanced up at her with devilish eyes, "My favorite author."
Janet jumped and backed up into the dresser as he approached her, she gulped, "Spike?"
He grasped a few of the paper he had been reading. "You didn't really think you'd get away with this crap did you, luv?"
"Crap? Oh, you think so," Janet asked pleasantly, as if her work was being complicated. She was frightened and didn't know what she should do in this odd situation.
He began to read from one of the papers, "Buffy went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of cow's blood for Spike. 'I try not to, you know, but the memories are stuck in my head.' She sat down, gave the glass to Spike, and laid down against his chest." He read it with mock feeling, "'Don't worry, luv.'Spike said 'You'll have more time to make more memories when we win.'" He threw the papers at her. "What could you've been thinking? - - I've killed slayers, Janet, I'm not bloody well going to go out and save the world with Buffy... all the most horrible things I have been put through during fanfic, this just takes the cake." He grabbed her chin and forced her up against her dresser, hard.
"What do you want me to do?" Janet asked, fearing for her life.
"A think rewrite is in order. Here's some inspiration for you." He morphed into vamp mode, and brought his teeth up to her neck. He backed away, slowly, letting the image of him attacking her sink in. "Now, if this isn't spot on in a fortnight I will return, and little Ms. Writer's Block won't like me very much then, will she?"
He walked out of her bedroom leaving her standing there in wonderment, letting it all sink in. She picked up the paper and decided to work on the story the following morning. As she hopped into bed and tried to get some sleep she was left with only one question: How did Spike get into my house?