A Sweet Dream

~~This is my version of; “Reptile Boy” if you’ve watched the ode ode there is no Spike in it, so of course I supplied some action for my favorite vampire. Background you need to know for this story is that Spike has been communicating with Buffy in her dreams and the shadows. This story is all B/S, with lots of respect to Willow/Oz, Willow/Xander, Cordy/Xander, Cordy/Angel and will go AU eventually, if it hasn’t already. ~

~Disclaimer- Joss and company own these characters and the scripts but I play with they’re thoughts and moments when the cameras should have been rolling. ~

Reptile Boy

Sunnydale High…afternoon…

She stomped out of the library; she turned back ready to give Giles another look at her mopey face when his voice rang out after her.

“It’s still not getting to me!” His unsteady voice called out.

Next time she was just gonna break his arm and hope that a nice little trip to the nurse would cause her to always get her way.

Was it really her fault that things were a little quiet on the Hellmouth? And that was just his prospective anyway, what did he really know about anything about anything?

Or she could have told him the truth, that her slaying life might be slow but her having to deal with a vampire boyfriend and having naughty dreams of another were keeping her pretty busy. Between those two she wouldn't even notice Brad Pitt, unless he was a vamp.

She made her way to the quad to finish her lunch with Willow and Xander. As Buffy continued to pout, she noticed Willow’s keen interest in a moody Xander.

His head was bowed down staring at his shoes and he seemed to be humming some tune, his book bag was slumped up against him and he appeared completely lost.

Willow watched him unable to handle his suffering on a bright, sunny day, “He’s pathetic, I mean I’ve known Xander all of his school life and he’s never been this depressed. Damn that Mummy girl.”

“Willow, I’m shocked at your foul language,” Buffy mocked with a smile.

“I’m sorry, Buffy but look at him, all weak and downcast, look at what love has reduced him to.”

“Wil, Xander will rebound, I’m sure there’s another demon girl or alien woman out there just waiting to steal the life-force out of our loveable Xander. Or he could do something really scary rebound and start dating Cordelia.” She roared with laughter.

“Oh, I don’t think even Xander’s up to that much abuse, especially after her pizza delivery boy comment, this morning. Well, I bet if he tried to date a normal girl he wouldn’t have these problems.”

“Hmm, any normal girls specifically, Willow?” she prodded.

Willow blushed, “No, no one, but who's more normal than me?”

“No one, Willow, I’m sure. As far as I’m concerned Xander can nurse his broken heart over Indian movies at my house as long as he likes. He’s doing better already, no more singing annoying country music at awkward moments.”

“True. So, change of subject, I want details on Angel dreams, how dreamy was he?”

Buffy bit her lip, she hadn’t wanted to contribute the true identity of her dream vampire with Willow earlier but she’d needed to share some of it with someone.

Okay so this was the part of the day where she got to continue lying to her best friend followed by the part when she’d get to lie to her mother about the blood on her clothes. It was scary enough to realize you had fuzzy feelings for one vampire, but trying to explain two was something she couldn’t even consider.

She’d gone down the vague trail for them and put Angel’s identity on it. She’d also done that with Giles when discussing her feelings for ‘a vampire.’ Giles wasn’t Angel’s biggest fan but she was sure he would approve of him before a soul-less vampire who made her feel well, stuff.

Giles never mentioned that lying to the one’s you love was going to be a lifelong activity when it came to sexy dreams. But Willow was right, she and Angel were ‘so right’ for each other and it was time to focus on that. Telling her the dream vamp was Angel was much safer.

“It sometimes starts with us dancing, at the Bronze I guess and he’s behind me. His hands move over my body, he touches my neck with his lips. I can’t seem to hear anything but his voice telling me, things. I should be afraid right? But I’m not, it’s like I know he can hurt me and maybe he even wants to but we both know he won’t. It just feels so real like if I just reach out he’d really be there. The strangest part is when I see him and he says something from the dream and I know we’re connected.”

Willow studied her friends face, not sure if she was talking about her dreams or her reality.

“Sharing dreams? Buffy, you sound a little past just having coffee with Angel.”

She frowned, she couldn’t tell her, not even Willow could possibly understand.

“No, not sharing them exactly just stuff he'll say that will remind of the dreams. I’m the slayer, super strength and now super sexy dreams, no biggie.”

“It’s time to approach the non-relationship vampire guy and ask him to have non-date over coffee, right?” Willow encouraged.

She frowned, “You mean Angel? Of course, you mean Angel, what other vampire guy could you have meant?”

Willow touched her forehead, “Are you okay?”

She grimaced, hating to lie yet again, “I’m good, Wil, I promise, just a prolonged reaction from not seeing vampire boyfriend hottie on a regular basis.”

Same day…Spike’s warehouse…


He sunk to the ground shirtless and sweating, sleep had eluded him and he woke eager to fight, hunt and kill. But the raging sun prevented him from that pursuit and he instead took the opportunity to work on his fighting abilities. It was true that vampires woke with the most amazing talent in the martial arts, but to remain undead it required more than just mere natural talent. He thought about the first time Angel told him that if he wanted to make it past a hundred he was going to have to work on it. At first he’d just laughed knowing full well that no mere human was ever going to truly challenge him. But it was the first slayer he’d killed who really taught him that there was something out there as powerful as him in human form.

Her sweet laughter rang out at him, taunting him, “My sweet Spike, do you really think you can stop the slayer with your lovely strength?”

“I’m still working on a plan to stop her, Dru, but there’s no point in being a layabout.”

“Hmm, I like a good layabout, don’t you?” She touched his chest touching him lightly with her sharp nails.

“Yeah, I do. But this town isn’t going to be home until she’s gone.”

“I want to go out, Spike, I can hear…so many lovely voices calling out to me. The demons, the death and an old friend.” Her eyes appeared lost and glazed.

“No, Dru, there are no friends here. And I don’t want you going out at all; it’s not safe with that slayer and… other things. So, I want my princess to promise me that she won’t stray away from home.” He seized her with that last word, his fingers burying into her upper arms.

She smiled and he relaxed, as her head fell onto his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Daddy, I promise.”

He lifted her head slowly ready to kiss her but then she backed away humming a tune, “My dress is all wrinkled, lovely Spike and Miss Edith and I must find a new gown to wear to the ball. It’s a very funny ball with so many suitors but the maids are all for the sacrifice. She’s going to the ball Spike, but it’s not time yet for you.”

“A ball, my love? You mean the slayer is going out?”

“She’s young, but she won’t make old bones.” With that statement she began to dance around the empty warehouse with Miss Edith in her arms.

“Where’s she going, Dru?” He asked stopping her suddenly.

“With the Greeks, my love, she’ll be with the Greeks.” She struggled out of his arms and continued her sweet dance. He watched her his lips curled up into a smile.

That evening…Cemetery…

Singing the songs and dancing among the graves, those were her happiest moments until now. Her simple frock nearly falling off her shoulders as she spied on the couple in the distance. The pretty blonde slayer was talking to her vampire, Angel speaking of love and passion. Sweet Angel so light and full of soul.

She wanted to giggle at them and tell him about her ‘bad daddy’ who had gone away after the silly gypsies had their way with him. She felt like she could just reach out to him and remind him of the pain and evil they’d once shared. Angelus, her sweet pretty sire who’d whispered in ear at night while they danced in her bedroom.

~When you kiss me I want to die

The slayer ran off after that statement and Dru followed smelling the blood and the fear in her. But before she could get more than a foot in her direction she felt a hand over her mouth and several arms restraining her body.

“Sorry love,” said Spike watching nearby. “Your not ready to take on a slayer, we need to get you all well first and then you can have her anyway you like.”

She struggled against the vampires hold her down but after a moment she collapsed in their arms.

“Take her back to the warehouse, I’ve got some unfinished business.”

Angel stood in the cemetery lost in thought, it wasn’t until Spike was standing in front of him that he sensed him, so much for the incredible vampire senses.

“What do you want Spike?” He asked looking up.

Spike greeted his former friend with a smile, “Can’t an old friend see another old friend and just say hello?”

Angel shook his head, “I don’t remember you being the sentimental kind.”

“That slayer of yours, such a pretty girl, but you’ve put yourself in quite a spot dating the girl. It’s not just the age difference is it?” Spike asked as Angel started to walk away.

“We’re not dating, not really. And I really don’t think you care that much about my personal life.” He stopped and turned toward Spike.

“I just thought you could use a friend, or mortal enemy to hear you. I. If what I hear is right you’re the lonely type vampire, doesn’t sound healthy to me.”

“Really? Speaking of healthy how is my lovely Dru? Always such a lively little girl, spirited and so creative.” Angel smiled almost secretively.

“I thought we were discussing your problem with the slayer.” Spike congratulated himself for not tearing his throat out.

“How about we skip it and I just put a stake in thru your heart?” Angel asked slipping his hand into his waistband where Spike was sure a stake was located.

“It must be miserable wanting to date just a human girl but dating a slayer-“

“Is what?”

“You’re a demon, old chum and she’s a slayer which equals-well death. Somewhere along the line somebody’s got to die. Both your instincts are the same to hunt and kill.”

“She wouldn’t-I wouldn’t-“ He stammered.

Spike laughed, “Yeah, you're right soul boy-you tell yourself anything you like but-you forget that I’m a demon too.”

Angel seized him by the lapels, “I’m not like you.”

Spike did not back down, “Yes, I am eternally grateful for that, but being a demon I understand the struggle.”

Angel let go slowly, “Struggle?”

“To kiss or kill, you look at her, you want her but on some level she’s still food.” His voice was quiet and he stared at his boots.

“Get away from me, Spike!” He cried reaching for the stake in his waistband.

“Sorry,” He said still very quiet, “If I’ve touched a nerve. You go on, have your little doomed romance with a mortal my boy but don’t forget my words, alright?”

Angel didn’t respond instead he made his exit and Spike was left alone in the cemetery. He made his way thru the streets, not looking for food but thinking of Angel and how to use his love for the slayer against him. But something inside him held back and told him not to cross that line, not out of fear for what might happen to him, it was something he just couldn’t do. And that just bugged him.

He walked for a long while until he was standing just outside the slayer’s home. He walked up slowly and listened to the voices within. He heard Buffy’s voice talking about homework and dinner while another woman’s voice listened and nagged like a mother. He crept up to a front window and looked within, he saw them sitting at the dinner table.

If there were a part of him that was still human, it was that that pulled him away from thatrtwartwarming scene and told him to go home, disturbing that scene was also something that he just couldn’t do, for now.

Later the same evening…Summer’s house…

She had dinner, brushed her teeth put on pajamas just like every nice little girl, except she wasn’t and she knew it.

Angel was right; she didn’t always know what she was doing or what she wanted, no matter what she said. He didn’t even understand that things had progressed with them and they were more than just some ’fairy tale’ and that her life was just a little bit more complicated than even he knew. She’d almost told him the whole truth when he grabbed her in the cemetery. Yes, she loved Angel desperately, like a girl but she was more than just a girl and something inside her cried out for another.

She lay in bed telling herself not to dream, wasn’t there some drug that made you sleep dreamless? Sure, it would make you crazy eventually but that would be better than having dreams that started with Angel and ended in Spike’s arms. She tried to stop the evitable blush that over took her with she thought of Spike but it was no use.

When she thought of Angel she felt safe and so secure but it was hard due to his ability to vaguely warn her of danger and then exit. He was very big on leaving her alone, all the time. But when she thought of Spike it was very different, something wild, bad and unrelenting overtook her. She went from pigtails and schoolgirl thoughts to wanting to grab him and have her way with him in any dark horrible place he might be. Even sitting at dinner with her mother having a ‘nice talk’ her thoughts were drawn to Spike and she couldn’t stop smiling at the idea of him being there with her. Her thoughts, dreams and body betrayed her and made her want to be with him.

She hated this! Wasn’t anything going to be normal in her life? She’d go from vampire to vampire swimming in the evil and badness they provided then play the schoolgirl at home? She told herself, no that she had to reach out for something normal and not hang onto thoughts of vampire boyfriends or enemies.


Next evening…Frat party…


~~To be truthful…

And with that statement she lied to Giles and her friends backed her up with good old-fashioned silence and dirty looks. She was going to be normal, see non-demon boys, dance and forget she was the slayer.

Tom was so sweet, getting her away from a 300 pound lineman and asking her dance.But as she danced with Tom it all felt so very wrong. Here she was dancing with a nice normal guy and it just felt icky.

This is what she had not been looking forward to all day after Cordy’s insulting invitation to join her. There had been a couple of frat parties in her past at Hemery. But now it was different, she was different. Then she'd been just some dumb girl who had no idea that anything bad could happen to her. The worst thing in the world was waking up with a hang over and fighting off a college freshman.

She’d even dressed with care avoiding Cordy’s suggestions in colors and dress. It was all part of the Buffy being normal and avoiding thoughts of non-vampire boyfriend(s?) and lying to Giles.
But even after looking in Tom’s eyes and letting him hold her in a slow dance there was this feeling down deep that something was wrong and if she was right that something was her. If this was normal girl/boy stuff she wasn't up for it.

Afterwards she slipped outside, ready to call it night, perhaps go on patrol and kill a few things when she looked down and saw some broken glass.

Same time…inside Frat party…

Hands reached for him and tore his shirt from his body as even more hands grabbed his belt and pants. After a moment he stood there clad only in his boxers as a large filled bra was put on him. Then before he knew it one of them ordered him into a tight silver skirt and he wondered who donated that item of clothing from their cross-dressing closet. He felt awkward, cheap like a piece of meat and then as the lipstick was applied to his lips he felt like a tramp.

The men and women continued to cheer and scream, he could smell the cheap beer on their lips and the strange looks from the guys who’d had more then their share of beer. The greedy hands and cheers of the crowd were the worst part as he danced in front of them and felt the wig being slipped on over his head.

Yes, he’d taken a chance by following Buffy to the party but it had never entered his mind that he would be used and abused like this. He’d thought a little drinking a little puking and maybe some groping leading to an orgy but not this.

Xander Harris, frat boy toy and sexual object.

Later, same evening…Frat house basement…

Nice boys suck, she thought as Tom turned toward her. Something deep down had warned her and she hadn’t listened. First mistake was going along with Cordy, second was lying to Giles and the third mistake was ever thinking she could find a nice normal guy who wasn’t really more sick and twisted then Angel or Spike.

The cuffs bit into each of her wrists as Buffy struggled to free herself still feeling a little unwell after waking. It was Tom’s once charming eyes now cold and hateful that convinced her she was going to get out of this situation and swear off normal guys for almost forever. At least when you date a vampire you know what to expect, they want to fight, drink your blood and occasionally want to kiss you. They didn’t usually try to make you into some thing’s dinner, not every time at least.

Same time…Sunnydale Library…

It was Willow’s speech that motivated Angel to rush out of the library, knowing somehow deep down that she had been right and that he had been holding back with Buffy. It had been selfish to do that, but it had been done with the best of intentions. He didn’t want Buffy to suffer and he didn’t really want to suffer by loving her back. So he thought it would be easier to just keep avoiding the situation but now his avoiding had put her in danger.

A little later…Frat house basement…

The prayer started the minute she woke up in the basement chained up next to Buffy and the smelly teenager next to them. These frat boys were truly evil not even providing the poor girl with a shower in a really long time. Cordy wished and prayed to be saved and since Buffy was the hero type she guessed that she would have to do.

And she couldn’t help but blame Buffy for this situation; after all it was her fault that she’d been almost killed lots of times. If it hadn’t been for Buffy’s social climbing ways and begging her to tag along tonight she’d be dating the Anderson heir instead of wishing she’d never met him.

She glanced at Buffy wondering why the super strength gal hadn’t broken free of the chains and helped her escape.

All she wanted was to go home, shower and hope that she could get the smell of basement out of her favorite outfit.

It was the sound of her own screaming as the green slimey worm guy tried to make her his dinner that woke her up to the fact that Buffy had escaped the chains and was doing her fighting thing. But instead of setting her free immediately she grabbed a sword out of Tom’s hands. Didn’t Buffy realize that the worm guy was slobbering all over her?

After the worm fell away from her, she looked up and saw the real super hero, Angel. He looked so dashing in a suit, even showing a little skin at the neck. She’d never been so happy or grateful to see anyone, he was the one truly responsible and she embraced him. And he smelled good.

She climbed the stairs out of the basement, happily, grateful that she’d made it out alive after another evening with Buffy. She felt so safe knowing that Angel was behind her leading Tom up to the police; it was there she turned to her hero, Angel.

“Angel, your always there to save the day, I’m so indebted to you.” She grabbed his hand.

“I didn’t do anything-“ He protested trying only slightly to remove it.

“You see, that’s why I really admire you because your not like all the other guys, you wouldn’t have told me you were gonna show me your video equipment given me a drink and try to sacrifice me to your slime worm god. You’ve got class, you smell good, you know how to dress and that’s so underrated these days.” She stated and then crushed herself to his body.

“I’m not a guy-“

She stared up at him with tears in her eyes, “Your right, your not some guy, you’re a prince.”

He sighed almost smiling at how completely naive she was, “I’m not anything like that, trust me.”

She reached up with her finger to his lips, “And you’re modest.”

He shook his head but realized it was no use; she was convinced that he was the greatest guy in the world. He pulled away finally and let her go.

“Cordelia have you ever considered younger men?” He asked, she smiled and nodded after a moment.

Now that was an idea she'd have to consider, she thought moving up the stairs.

He smiled thinking how funny it was that she thought of him as her hero and then he walked away.

She watched Angel disappear out of a side door; he didn’t seem interested in telling the police about the great service he’d done to world by saving her from being eaten. She sighed. A hand touched her shoulder and she turned.

“Cordelia, Giles said I should take you home.” Xander said smiling at her.

“Fess up loser boy, you don’t have a ride and you want me to take you?” She cried exasperated.

He laughed, “Not true, well kind of true, I actually volunteered to make sure you got home and this is the thanks I get?”

She frowned, and handed him her purse, “Sorry, it’s been a really emotional night, so I’ll give you a ride home, okay?”

“And why am I holding your purse?” He asked looking at it.

“Inside it you will find Kleenex, so you can wipe your lipstick off before you get in my car, you freak.” She cried heading for the door.

Later in the week, evening…The Bronze…

~ Have you heard from Angel? When he got so mad about you being in danger, and changed into a grr, it was the most amazing thing I ever saw. I mean, how many guys can...

She frowned at Willow’s statement, it reminded her of Spike, and during the whole slime worm demon she’d barely even thought of him. Okay that wasn’t exactly true, the only reason she’d gone to the party was to rid her thoughts of any vampire types.

She smiled at Angel when he sailed down the stairs obviously looking for her, for once. She even appreciated his attempt at asking her for coffee, but she wasn’t gonna just fall for any line he’d throw out. It felt good, no great, to walk away from him for once and she did, hitting the cold air outside with a smile.


Same time…outside the Bronze…


Watching her even from a distance almost made Spike grin, and he was half tempted to pick a fight with her right then but instead he let her go.

Looking down at the prey in his hands that was so much like all the other’s he’d consumed and sometimes turned lately, “Don’t scream, shh, it wouldn’t do any good anyhow.”

His fangs sunk deep into her neck and she almost swooned as she dropped to his feet.

“Your gonna die now love, just like her, and once I’ve killed enough of you that look like her, then I won’t care when I do it to her. You see, she’s under my skin and I can’t let her be. So, I used you to see what it would be like to kill her. Except it doesn’t matter, cause your not her and every night I dream of her and hold her in my arms, it’s so real to me now. I can tell you, of course, cause your dying and it don’t matter to you now, if I’ve got a weakness.”

He backed away from the slight blonde girl in a heap at his feet and headed home. But the hunger was still there; it was always still there.