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buffyfic-digest      Saturday, September 12 1998      Volume 02 : Number 322



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (4/10)
       BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (5/10)

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Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 22:41:52 -0400
From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (4/10)

Title: King of the World (4/10)
Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike
([e-mail])
Distribution: Everywhere and anywhere provided my name is left attached
and you let me know where it is posted.
Description: Spike meets a celebrity on the streets of Sunnydale,
wackiness ensues.
Rating: Overall, I'd say R for language and violence.
Feedback: "Do you like it, Baby?"
Disclaimer: Inspired by a thread on the Unholy Allies list. The original
idea wasn't mine, but I was the first to do anything with it. The
characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not my creations. They are
the products of Joss Whedon's incredibly vivid imagination. Leo is not
mine either. He is the product of our warped society.

    Spike stepped up to an imaginary mark in the grass and spoke, "Ready.
Steady. Go," he said, taking off into the night, "and they're off. It's
Prettyboy in the lead with Fangs bringin' up the rear. What's this?
Could it be? Yes, folks, it looks like Spike is gettin' a second wind.
He's comin' up hard and fast on the young upstart." Spike tackled Leo,
finishing his commentary, "Proving, yet again, that old age and
experience beats youth and exuberance. When will they learn?"
    Leo grunted underneath him, trying to throw him off.
    "What's that, Mate? You want me to get off of you? That wouldn't be
much fun, now, would it?" he asked.
    "You're fucking insane."
    "No, not anymore. We broke up. Thank you so much for bringin' it up.
What is it with everyone and Dru tonight?"
    "Dru?" Leo asked, confused.
    "My ex. A real loony, that one. Mad as a hatter. Bloody hell, I miss
'er."
    "She probably left because she found out you were a monster."
    "Actually, she left because I helped to kill a guy she was cheatin' on
me with," he paused, jerking Leo off the ground, "and kept 'em from
destroyin' the world. If you think I'm a monster, you should've seen the
other guy."
    "He had to be better than you. I mean, he was more important than you
to her."
    "You're really startin' t' believe what they write about you in the
papers, aren't you? 'Hero', 'heartthrob', all that jazz? Let me tell you
somethin' right now, you bloody twerp. You 'aven't a ghost of a clue
what real heroes are all about. You don't know the first thing about
what makes women tick either. Dru was one of those crazies who like to
be treated like an inferior. She wanted someone who would use 'er and
abuse 'er. That was Angelus. Me, on the other hand, I couldn't toss 'er
aside to chase after someone who hated me. I put Dru up on a bloody
pedestal, treated 'er like a goddess. She was my princess."
    Leo just looked at him. Staring, dumbly, at the beast that held his
future in gloved hands.
    "What the fuck do you care about where I'm wettin' my wick, anyhow?"
Spike asked, genuinely curious.
    "I was just making conversation," Leo said, hoping he hadn't angered
him too much.
    "You were just hopin' I would get so wrapped up in my own concerns that
I'd let you go. Not bloody likely, Mate. I'd start prayin' to that god
of yours. It's gonna be a long night," Spike said, dragging him back to
the car.

- --
ICQ UIN=2607806
Goth Spike
All hail the Lettuce King!
I'm a Spike Girl, ask me how!
Spike's Ducks...and proud of it!
President and founder of the Leo is a Bloody Whelp Club

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Date: Sat, 12 Sep 1998 02:22:39 -0400
From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (5/10)

Title: King of the World (5/10)
Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike
([e-mail])
Distribution: Everywhere and anywhere provided my name is left attached
and you let me know where it is posted.
Description: Spike meets a celebrity on the streets of Sunnydale,
wackiness ensues.
Rating: Overall, I'd say R for language and violence.
Feedback: "Do you like it, Baby?"
Disclaimer: Inspired by a thread on the Unholy Allies list. The original
idea wasn't mine, but I was the first to do anything with it. The
characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not my creations. They are
the products of Joss Whedon's incredibly vivid imagination. Leo is not
mine either. He is the product of our warped society.

    "Home rancid home," Spike said, opening the door to an abandoned church
and throwing Leo to the floor.
    "I'll give you whatever you want. Money, women, fame, anything you--"
    "'Look, Mate,'" Spike said, recalling Leo's words when they first met,
"'I doubt you could be of any help to me.' As for money, I could buy and
sell you three times over. As far as women are concerned, the kind of
women I like would tear your heart out and shove it down your throat.
Fame? Doesn't interest me. Infamy, now THAT is somethin' t' shoot for."
    "What do you want then?" Leo asked, hoping for a good answer.
    "We've already covered this, Boy. You. Dead. Are you gettin' a word
picture, 'ere?"
    He looked up through the window and saw the sky growing lighter. It was
almost sunrise. Spike grabbed some rope from the altar. Holding it up he
motioned for Leo to join him. The boy hesitated and Spike wasted no time
in convincing him.
    "Come on now. We wouldn't want to make the big, mean man angry, would
we? Come and take it like a man. The longer you keep me waitin', the
longer I keep you screamin'."
    "What are you going to do to me?" Leo asked, slowly walking in Spike's
direction.
    Spike groaned in exasperation, "I hate it when my meals try to get all
chatty with me. Makes me want to rip their throats out," he paused,
glaring at Leo, "twice."
    Dragging Leo with him, he headed to a door across the room. Spike
opened it and pushed the boy down the stairs. Leo landed on the concrete
floor of the basement with a thud. This stunned him momentarily and
Spike took the opportunity to move him over to the wall. Running the
rope through a couple of light fixtures, he tied each end to one of
Leo's wrists. Slapping the boy to bring him back to reality, Spike
crossed the room. Another vampire appeared from the shadows. Spike
whispered orders to him and then turned to face Leo.
    "This here's Stephen. He'll be takin' care of you while I sleep. Give
him problems and I'll hear about it," he said, turning to Stephen. "Kill
'im and I'll 'ave your blood for breakfast."
    "Yes, milord. I'll do as you've instructed. Nothing more, nothing
less."
    Spike touched the vamp's face, tracing the contour of his jaw. He
looked into his eyes and slapped him hard.
    "Thank you, Sir," Stephen said, his undead skin on fire from the blow.
    Spike looked at Leo, "Good help is so 'ard to find these days. If you
need anything, just scream. He won't come runnin'. Night-night, Lad,"
Spike said, chuckling as he walked from the room.
    "What are you going to do to me?" Leo asked, trying to see Stephen's
face in the half-light of the room.
    Stephen stepped into the light, his true nature revealed. He licked the
side of the boy's face.
    "Just watch you. He gets to have all the fun. I have to make sure that
you're ready for it."
    "Ready? Ready how?"
    "You'll see," he answered, turning on a television directly across from
where Leo was tied.
    He put a tape in the VCR and pushed play. The first few strains of "The
March for the Funeral of Queen Mary" could be heard as Spike settled in
for a day of sleep.

- --
ICQ UIN=2607806
Goth Spike
All hail the Lettuce King!
I'm a Spike Girl, ask me how!
Spike's Ducks...and proud of it!
President and founder of the Leo is a Bloody Whelp Club

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