The Lost Buffy: The Tortured Memories
by Thedarksoul
Total darkness. Nothing forgotten. Tortured Memories.

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In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against
the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.

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Spike: Where's the phone? I need to call the police. There's some big guy out there trying to bite somebody.

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Spike comes out of the shadows slowly clapping his hands. Buffy looks at him with a confused expression on her face.
Spike: Nice work, love.
Buffy: Who are you?
Spike: You'll find out on Saturday.
Buffy: What happens on Saturday?
Spike: I kill you.
Buffy is speechless and just watches him leave.

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Willow: We can't run, that would be wrong. Could we hide? I mean, if that Spike guy is leading the attack, yeeehehehe.
Giles: Well, he can't be any worse than any other creature you've faced.
Angel: He's worse. Once he starts something he doesn't stop until everything in his path is dead.

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Giles: Angel, do you know if this Spike fellow goes under any other name?
They all look where he was, but he has disappeared. The library doors finish shutting.

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Two vampires suddenly come crashing through the window. Buffy looks back into the room. Several more vampires follow, and they storm into the room. The people panic and begin to run around. Buffy comes back into the room. The vampires have lined themselves up.
Spike: What can I say? I couldn't wait.

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Spike attacks. Buffy grabs a chair and throws it at him, tripping him up. She runs back out of the room and grabs her mother's hand.

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Spike: Slaaayer! Here, kitty, kittyyy. I find one of your friends first, I'm gonna suck 'em dry. And use their bones to bash your head in.

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Spike: Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe girl.
Buffy: Do we really need weapons for this?
Spike: I just like them. They make me feel all manly.
He drops the pole and slowly steps toward Buffy. She drops the ax.
Spike: The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life.
Buffy slowly walks to the middle of the hall, watching him intently.
Spike: You don't strike me as the begging kind.
Buffy: You shouldn'ta come here.
Spike: No. I've messed up your doilies and stuff. But I just got so bored. I'll tell you what. As a personal favor from me to you I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit.
Buffy: No, Spike. It's gonna hurt a lot.
They start to fight.

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She slides down it quickly, and Spike's next punch goes through the wall. She gets behind him and kicks him high and hard in the neck.
Spike: Now, that hurt!
He pulls his arm out of the wall, ripping a stud out with it, and swings it into Buffy's face. She flies back and lands on the floor, stunned.
Spike: But not as much as this will.
He stands over her and wields back the stud to slam it into her, but he gets hit in the head with the ax. He goes sprawling to the floor and looks up at his attacker. Joyce stands above him with the ax in her hands, ready to swing again.
Joyce: You get the hell away from my daughter!
Spike holds the stud above himself to protect against any blows. Buffy gets to her feet.
Spike: Women!
He gets up and runs through the lounge and out the broken window.


Total darkness. Tortured Memories



End of Chapter

P.S. If you don't understand why I wrote this chapter you will later. It is very important. I also do not own any of these materials from School Hard they are all Joss's stuff. I will update soon if I have enough people reviewing and liking this story.

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