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CHERUB ROCK 🦇🪽

Chapter four: Lie to me pt. 1

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⚠️mentions grief and murder. Sexual innuendos. Let me know if I missed anything.

The face that has been haunting your dreams for weeks still persists. His honey blonde hair and the cold green eyes still make chills run down your spine. The blood running down his neck still feels sticky on your hands. Your shaking hands type his name once again on your computer.

Nathaniel Bennet

He played baseball for the University of California right here in sunnydale. He was in honors society, volunteered at the animal shelter, and led a charity for students in need. A perfect all American boy… whose life was taken in your hands and the scar it left on you sits on your chest like 3000 ton weight. The cross made out of flesh sits right on your sternum, burning in the memory of what you did that Halloween night a few weeks ago.

You’ve been covering your shame with turtlenecks and concealer. Walking around with a plastered smile that no one seem to see through. Sliding the pure white cotton turtleneck over your skin feels like a sin. The soft pink skirt that billows around your thighs makes you feel like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a monster in disguise. The drive to school fills your soul with dread inching closer to your demise. The hallways are busy with life and joy but in the sunshine you spot a little rain cloud.

“Hey buff!” You greet her cheerfully. She just give a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “What’s wrong?” You nudge her slightly. “Another pop quiz in history?” You joke. She glides like a ghost to her seat. You have a wave of anxiety wash over and you place your bag down and flip through your binder. “We don't, right? I’m not ready for a pop quiz.” You say briskly reading through your notes trying to cram as much information as you can in a few minutes. Willow and Xander walk in confused why the mood is so somber.

Buff huffs out a laugh. “No, we don't have a pop quiz Cher.”

Your shoulders drop. “Thank goodness.” You shut your binder and wave to the two taking their seat “ then what’s going on Buffy?”

Her gaze focused on the dirty grey carpet. She sighs “I saw Angel with someone.”

“Who?” “When?” You and Willow say together.

“Last night in the park. Some girl…she’s pretty.” She shrugs “she had this gorgeous long black hair and a white dress.” She gets cut off by the teacher starting her lesson which involves Xander and Cordelia going back and forth. Class ends and you continue the conversation on this mystery girl in the hallway? Willow asks if she is a vampire.

“ I don't know. I don't think so.They seemed pretty friendly.” Buffy shrugs.

Xander finally tunes into the conversation. “Who’s friendly?”

Buffy shuts him down but Willow fills him in. “Willow, do we have to be in total share mode?” She says with faux annoyance.

“Hey, it's me. If Angel's doing something wrong, I wanna know. 'Cause it gives me a happy!” Xander smiles as he walks in backwards into the lounge.

“Mmh. I'm glad someone has a happy.” She says sitting down on a bench.

“Aw, you just need cheering up. And I know just the thing!” Xander starts shimming his upper body wildly. “Crazed dance party at the Bronze!”

Buffy crosses her arms. “I don’t know.”

Xanders dance slows. “Very calm dance party at the Bronze?” Buffy gives him a glum look. “Moping at the Bronze.” His hands drop to his side and plops into the seat next to Willow. A boy you’ve never seen before with dark brown hair and a peach sweater vest walks behind the bench you and Buffy are sitting on.

“I'd suggest a box of Oreos dunked in apple juice, but maybe she's over that phase.” The boy says and Buffy’s face washes over with recognition and shock.

She leaps out of her chair and turns around to face him. “Ford?”

He smiles “Hey summers! How’ve you been?”

She pulls him into a hug. “Oh, my God! What are you doing here?” They release the embrace but keep their hands intertwined.

“Uh, matriculating.” Buffy makes a small confused noise and Ford's confession. “I'm finishing out my senior year at Sunnydale High. Dad got transferred.” You lose focus of the conversation when you look over to Xander not looking pleased.

“So you know each other?” He asks sharply.

“Oh!” Buffy turns to us. “I'm sorry. Um, this is Ford! Uh, Billy Fordham, this is Xander, Willow and Cherub”

You get up to give them a seat on the bench and you sit next to Xander. “You can just call me Cher.” You smile at him. He nods and says hello to everyone.

“Uh, Ford and I went to Hemery together in L.A.” Buffy turns excitedly to him. “And now you're here. For real ?”

“Dad got the transfer, and boom, he just dragged me outta Hemery and put me down here.” He shrugs.

“This is great! Well, I mean, it's hard, sudden move, all your friends, delicate time, very emotional, but let's talk about me!” Buffy puts her hand on his knee. “This is great!”

“So, you two were sweeties in fifth grade?” Willow smiles.

Buffy pouts. “Not even. Ford wouldn't give me the time of day.”

“Well, I was a manly sixth-grader. I couldn't bother with someone that young.” Ford puffs out his chest.

“It was terrible. I moped over you for months. Sitting in my room listening to that Divinyls song 'I Touch Myself'.” A flash of realization wipes her face and nervously looks over at us. “Of course, I had no idea what it was about.” She stammers looking over Billy quickly. “Hey, are you busy tonight? We're going to the Bronze, it's the local club, and you have to come.”

“I'd love to! But if you guys already had plans... Would I be imposing?” He questions.

“No, only in the literal sense.” Xander quips and you knock your elbow into his rib as a warning.

“Okay, then! I gotta find the admissions office uh, get my papers in order.” Ford gets up.

“Well, you know what?” Buffy stands up quickly. “I'll take you there, and I'll see you guys in French!” She links her arm with Ford and starts to pull him away.

“It was good to meet you.” He turns around and waves.

“This is Ford, my bestest friend of all my friends!” Xander mocks Buffy sarcastically. “Jeez, doesn't she know any fat guys?”

Willow's face turns into shock “Oh, that's what that song is about?!”

You laugh the first real laugh you had in weeks. “There’s a lot to unpack there.” You stand up and collect your stuff. “I’ll see you guys at the bronze.”

[iamagod51]

A Purpose - Spike x Reader

A Purpose - Spike x (she/her)Reader

Summary: Spike's plan to raise an army of vampires to follow his every order is foiled when Buffy gets wind of it. Buffy foiled his plans and he's left bruised physically and emotionally. So he does what he does best, drink himself into oblivion—leading him face planting onto the ground of glass shards. And the reader decided to score some good karma points by helping him.

Chapter 1

The thrum of bass pulsed low in the background, but most of the Friday-night chaos had fizzled out. A few clingy regulars lingered, nursing drinks and bad decisions. She wove through sticky floors and half-hearted flirtation, balancing a tray of empty glasses and tips that barely scraped rent.

And there he was.

Spike, slouched deep in a booth like a man trying to sink into the leather. Jaw tight. Fingers white-knuckled around a mostly empty bottle. Another two lined up in front of him, mocking restraint.

She caught his eye and quickly looked away.

Great. Friday’s human-shaped migrane.

Buffy had filled her in—how he’d tried to raise an army of fresh-turned vamps to wreak havoc in Sunnydale, reclaim his name in blood and fire. Make the town remember why they feared him.

Didn’t go so well.

Buffy tore through them like paper and left Spike with a busted rib and bruised pride. Now here he was, marinating in cheap whiskey and failure.

She kept her route tight, avoiding his side of the room like it was radioactive.

No such luck.

“You,” Spike called out, voice rasped and slurred with bitterness. “Oi—don’t pretend you can’t hear me. Slayer’s friend. C’mon.”

She froze, tray in hand. Glanced over her shoulder. “I’m working.”

“So work and listen. Multi-task.” He took a swig straight from the bottle, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a petulant teenager.

She sighed and walked over, more tired than irritated. “What do you want, Spike?”

He tilted his head, smirking, eyes glassy. “Thought you’d appreciate a front-row seat to a proper downfall. Comes with drink specials and dramatic speeches.”

“And here I was, hoping for a quiet shift,” she muttered.

Spike leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You know, I had it sorted. Plan was solid. Turn a few key locals, build up quiet-like. Next thing you know—pow—vampire city, population: terrified. Could’ve been beautiful.”

“You wanted chaos,” she said flatly. “Buffy gave you consequences.”

“Oof. That a rehearsed line, love? Or just your natural charm?”

His jaw ticked. “Funny thing is, it always ends the same. I make my move, she cuts me down. Doesn’t matter what the move is. Doesn’t matter how clever. She finds a way to ruin it.”

“She’s good at her job,” she said. “You should have known better.”

That got a low laugh out of him—ugly, bitter. “Right. Slayer wins again. And here I am, talking to her mate, drowning in my sorrows.”

She leaned a hip against the edge of the booth, arms crossed. “You’re drunk, Spike. Go home. Sleep it off.”

“Home’s a crypt. Empty and quiet. Makes you think too loud.” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You think I wanted this? Think I planned on losing with every move I make?”

Something flickered in his expression—hurt, maybe. Or just the flash of a man being told the ugly truth without sugar.

She looked him dead in the eye. “Don’t know. I try not to start fights I can’t finish.”

Spike grinned, teeth sharp beneath the bitterness. “Touché.”

She pushed off the booth. “I don’t have time for your pity party. If you used half of that energy to do something good for once, you wouldn’t be here whining. ”

“Guess you’d know all about me, huh?” he said, mocking. “All your little tea talks with Buffy. Got me all figured out.”

She looked him dead in the eye. “I don’t need tea talks to see what you are, Spike. You wear it like cheap cologne.”

He barked a laugh, bitter and loud, slapping the bottle on the table. “Right. Cheers to that, sweetheart. Hell of a world where the monster still gets thirsty, eh?”

Having had enough, she turned to leave.

“Wait,” he called out, voice raw now. “Just… stay. A bit. You hate me, fine. I don’t care. But I need someone to hate me to my face tonight.”

She hesitated, more out of exhaustion than pity.

“I don’t have time for your emotional tailspin,” she muttered. “I’m on the clock.”

“Perfect,” Spike slurred with a grin, lifting his empty bottle and shaking it dramatically. “Then do your job, sweetheart. Get me another round.”

She clenched her jaw. The urge to walk out the back door and never return was strong. But from across the bar, her manager was already eyeing her—arms crossed, mouth thin with suspicion. If she ignored a paying customer again, she knew what would happen. A “chat” in the office. Maybe worse.

Rent didn’t pay itself.

“Fine,” she hissed, snatching the bottle from his table and heading back to the bar.

When she returned and dropped the fresh bottle in front of him, he had the nerve to wink.

“Cheers, love. You’re a bloody angel.”

“Drink fast. I’ve got better things to do than babysit.”

But he didn’t shut up.

Muttering about plans gone sideways, about ambition, about the cruel joke of a universe where a predator with centuries of blood on his hands could still lose everything to one girl with a stake. Every time she passed by to bus a table or drop off a drink, he was there—still ranting, still bitter, pouring frustration into the air like she was some kind of dumping ground for his failures.

She rolled her eyes so hard it gave her a headache. But the tips were steady, and her manager was finally off her back. That was the bargain. Tolerate the sulking vampire in the corner, keep the job.

She didn’t speak to him unless absolutely necessary.

And Spike? He soaked it in like misery gave him something to chew on—smug in the knowledge that she couldn’t walk away.

It was a special kind of hell.

“Tell me this,” he slurred as she passed again, tray full of half-empty glasses. “You ever want something so bad it twisted you up? Not love—ambition. Power. Purpose. Like your skin didn’t fit anymore unless the world bent to your will?”

She didn’t even glance at him. “Sounds like the start of a villain’s monologue.”

But Spike was well past the stage of taking a hint—especially after three bottles and a freshly shattered reputation.

“I’m serious,” he called louder. “You ever feel like you were meant for more? Like you were built to take—but every time you reach, someone snaps your fingers clean off?”

She dropped her tray at the bar with a little too much force and spun back around, her smile brittle and razor-thin. “Unless you’re ordering something I can put on a tab, I’m not your therapist.”

He leaned forward, eyes sharp behind the fog. “You ever give everything to something—only to get stomped out like a cigarette before it even caught fire?”

She paused. Briefly. That one landed close.

But then Spike slouched back, smugness reloading in his grin. “Yeah. Thought so.”

She crossed her arms, jaw tight. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“Don’t need to.” He gave a lazy shrug. “Failure’s a universal language, innit? You don’t wear yours with fangs and fire—but I see it. Neat little uniform. This job. All tidy on the outside, but you’ve got the same cracks. Different ruin, same dust.”

She blinked. The words caught her off guard—too close to something real. Then the heat returned.

“Don’t lump me in with whatever spiral you’re on. You tried to raise a nest of bloodsuckers and got your ass kicked. You don’t get sympathy for playing warlord and losing.”

He laughed, but there was nothing warm in it. Just the raw edge of humiliation. “Maybe. But losing still feels like acid in your guts.”

She picked up a nearby glass and dropped it into her tray—hard.

“I’ve failed at things,” she snapped. “Big ones. But I didn’t throw a tantrum across town and risk lives just to feel big again.”

Spike’s smirk faltered.

“So what—what do you do with it, then? That feeling? That hole?” His voice dropped, rougher. “Just sit with it? Let it rot?”

She met his eyes. And for the first time tonight, he wasn’t smirking. He looked small. Quiet.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice soft. “Because at least that doesn’t make you someone else’s nightmare.”

They stared at each other for a moment. No bar noise, no clatter. Just that.

Then she turned and walked away, tray clutched tight in her hands. And for once, Spike didn’t follow her with his voice.

Not right away, anyway.

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Btvs spike x reader:

Main series: cherub rock 🦇🪽

You go through the episodes of Buffy and fall for spike and his antics.

Fall fest

You and the Scooby gang go to a Halloween fair and chaos insuses as you find a familiar vampire lurking in the haunted house 💋 +18

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FALL FEST

Btvs Spike x fem reader

This is my first time writing actual smut. Please let me know what you think! I definitely need to get more creative with writing but it’s a start lol. -xo Angel 💕

+18 for sexual content

⚠️ a lot of nicknames. Fingering, spike being a creep. Manhandling. Semi public space. Let me know if I should add anything else.

The fall festival is in full swing, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy fill the air. The screams of the fair goers riding roller coasters jankly constructed and the fair music blaring is like a melody forming in the sky. Willow had insisted on sharing her cotton candy with you and who are you to pass up that freshly spin sugary goodness. Willow ate so much that she started to look a little green so now it rests in your hands until she starts to feel better. Xander pulls all of the girls up with him to the strongman game.

“Bet $10 I can beat you!” Buffy says mischievously.

“You’re on!” He shakes her hand. “I’m the best at this game.” He starts flexing like a bodybuilder. You and Willow laugh at his antics while Buffy just rolls her eyes. They both pay the carnie and pick up the mallet. Xander takes a moment to feel the mallet in his hand, bouncing it back and forth between both hands. Buffy stands there looking unimpressed. He takes his swing and it hits the bell.

“We have a winner!” The older man with the red and white pinstriped suit says, showing Xander the prize wall. He turns around and sticks his tongue out at Buffy. Buffy takes her shot and the bell makes a loud ding. Everyone covers their ears for a moment and looks at the bell after the ring is more tolerable. Looking up you see the bell has a dent from where the lever hit it. The carnie looks shocked and scared until he looks upset. He shows Buffy the prize wall reluctantly and mumbles about the price of the game.

Xander picks out a cute pink and purple unicorn which he presents to Willow with a bow. “A magical unicorn for a magical girl.” Willow takes it with a curtsy

Buffy comes back to the group looking a little distraught.

“You ok buff?” You question while nudging her shoulder with yours.

“Yeah I just got banned from playing that game for the rest of my life.” She laughs and then holds a red bear with a heart on its white stomach. “But at least I got something cute out of it!” She exclaims pulling you and Willow to the next attraction while Xander rushes to keep up. Buffy stops in front of a small house facade with a small neon sign that says ‘haunted house’ they was only two groups in line so you decide to go in too. Willow starts to panic when we get in line.

“Are you sure it’s not going to be too scary?” She worries.

“I’m sure it’s just going to be super cheesy. It is a festival funded by the mayor, not a big haunted house.” You try to reassure.

“Yeah, Will plus you have me.” Xander starts flexing again which makes her laugh.

“And you literally have a vampire slayer with you.” You point out. “No ghoul in there can stop her.” Willows tense shoulders start to relax. You grab another bite of cotton candy and let the sugar melt on your tongue. You offer Willow a small piece to help distract her.

The line had finally gotten to you and a bored teenager took your tickets and reads you the rules and warns us that one person may be separated from the group. Willow starts to panic again and you reassure her again. Buffy grabs her hand and starts walking into the dark room. The first room is filled with cotton spider webs and cheesy fake spiders. The next room has an actor yelling out disembodying you while waving around an obviously plastic foot. You and Willow jump as the actor slams the foot down onto a medical tray.

Xander laughs at you and wraps and arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He whispers in your ear so you can hear him over the blaring spooky music. The next room is shockingly completely bare except for a neon sign that reads ‘pick your sacrifice’ a man in a mask walks out of a door you didn’t even notice and points a gloved finger to you.

You walk out of Xanders hold but he grabs your hand and turns you around. “You don’t have to do it, I can go with him. “

You look over to the girl's. willow shaking in fear. You look back at Xander and shake your head, your voice soft. “No, you should stay with willow.” You turn and walk over to the masked man who hands you a flashlight. He waves your friends goodbye and closes the door behind him. The flashlight reveals a long dark corridor a little too narrow for comfort. You glance behind you to the man nodding his head forward encouraging you to start walking. So you do just that. You hear rustling from the man behind you and all of a sudden you feel arms around your waist. You drop your flashlight and cotton candy in response. Your body freezes and your heart starts pounding in your chest. Your senses get filled by the smell of cigarettes and a familiar cologne. Your body starts trembling in fear.

“Spike?” You ask cautiously. His arms around you squeeze a little tighter, a hand reaches your chin and turns your head toward the figure. You barely get a look before the man’s lips are on yours. The man moans into your mouth and he turns your body around pinning you to the black painted wall. Your heart skips a beat in terror and excitement. He leans back slightly and finally you see the bleach blonde hair and blue eyes you were praying for.

He licks his lips and he tastes the cotton candy that you had eaten not that long ago. “You are always so sweet for me, love.” He smiles going in for another kiss. But you slap him on the chest to push him away, pick up what you dropped and start walking through the hallway again. He pauses in shock for a moment and then starts walking after you. “What the hell was that for?” He questions.

“You scared me.” You say with a pout. He finally catches up to you and swoops you into a back room. It looks like a prop storage room, filled with disembodied parts, costumes and masks. He locks the door behind him. You sit on a desk in a corner of the room and he trails after you like you're a bunny and he’s a wolf seaking his prey.

“I know you get turned on when you’re scared, pet.” He grabs your face to look at him. “Don’t lie and say that you’re not soaking wet right now.”

Your face flushes hot. “Why are you always so vulgar?” You push his shoulder back slightly and turn away to hide your blush.

“You fancy when I talk dirty to you. Gets you all hot and bothered.” He leans in and bites your ear playfully, which makes you jump.

“No it doesn’t. It’s just embarrassing.” You deny.

“Let’s see about that hmm?” He pets your hair and slides down to the nape of your neck pulling you head back. You gasp leaving him entrance to stick his tongue down your throat. His other hand grips your thighs and sneaks underneath your skirt. You grip his jacket as his fingers pull your panties to the side and plunge into you. Your moans fill the small room.

You bite his bottom lip and he jumps slightly. “Naughty girl.” He says in that accent you can’t resist. You trail your hands up to his hair. Normally he would have bitten the head off of anyone who dared to touch his precious hair but with you he finds it a strange comfort. You look up at him and he thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You with glassy eyes begging him to bring you to a rapturous high.

“Spike?” Your voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, gorgeous?” He hums happily casually caressing your face with his thumbs.

“Please.” You beg him with pleading eyes.

“What do you need from me, my cherub?” He softly purrs mischievously, you pout. “Come on baby, use your words.”

“Spike please.” You beg grabbing his jacket and pulling him closer. “Touch me.”

He grabs your hands in his with a smirk you wish you could wipe off his face. “I am touching you, love.”

A thought rushes to your head. He wants to be a brat. Well, we’ll see who puts him in his place. You patt his hands away to unbuckle his belt. “Billy.” You call out knowing he hates the nickname. “I need you.” Rubbing your fingertips up his abs. “I need you to fuck me.” You look up with the most innocent eyes that he eats up everytime. You lean up to his ear unbuttoning his pants. “Come on Billy, don’t you want to take me.” You smirk as his eye twitches.

“You are such a brat.” He grips your face with both hands and forces you to look up at him.

“Yeah and you love it.” You grab his shirt and pull him to kiss you. You feel him messing with his pants and him spreading your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his tip tap your clit slightly, making your whole body jolt. Your face feels like it’s on fire hearing the wet plopping sound coming from between your legs.

“Oh darling, you are so wet.” He smiles into the kiss. “I told you my dirty talk gets you going.”

“Fine ok it does but you know what also gets me going?” You pause and he raises one of his eyebrows in a sultry questioning manner. “When a man know how to stop talking and hurry up so we can get out of a creepy closet.” He pulls your legs apart and spears into you and hits that perfect spot.

He laughs at your gasp. “Yes ma’am.” He backs out slowly and slams into you again and again, it makes your eyes roll back. You moans and his thrusts are in tandem. He places one hand underneath your head and the other rests over your mouth as he lays you down on the desk.

he leans over you pushing your knees to your shoulders. “You wouldn't want the other fair goers to hear you scream my name wouldn’t you baby?”

“Spike!” You call out louder than you hoped. You close your eyes in embarrassment.

“Maybe you would, naughty girl.” He smirks and starts thrusting harder, taking his hand off your mouth to rub your clit.

“Come on let the whole fair know who’s fucking you so nicely.” You shake your head.

“Guess I’ll have to force it out of you.” You feel you body getting lifted, his dick slides out of you and your bent over the desk with your hands pinned to your back. He give you no warning and no mercy when he starts pounding into you again. The pressure of the desk makes that knot grow.

“Spike!” You moan. “Spi-spike….please.” You bite your lip so hard it starts to bleed.

“You’re too sweet to me.” He says tilting your head back. “A tasty treat.” He kisses you suckling the blood from your lips. The position makes your entire body shake, your neck gets a little sore but the pleasure is too much to care. He lets your neck relax as he moves your hair away from your neck, he trails kisses down from your cheek to your pulse point and begins to suck the skin there. Your pussy clenches around his shaft and his hands tremble where they hold your wrists. You feel his teeth turn into fangs scraping your shoulder, it sends a chill down your spine.

“I could sire you. Right here right now. Make you be by my side forever. Making love in the moonlight.” You feel his sharp teeth against your neck. “You are too sweet for my world, for my heart.” His voice cracks as he leans his forehead against your spine and slows down his thrusts. “I couldn't do that to you. Your beauty should be protected in the sunlight.” You feel a wetness start to seep through your shirt.

“Spike?” You wonder if he’s ok. He lets your wrists go and he grabs the fat of your hips.

“You’d have to beg me.” He starts slamming into again with no mercy. “Beg me.” He leans his entire body weight over yours. “Beg me to sire you, to turn you.” He grinds down hitting every spot that makes electricity run down your spine.

“Spike please….please I’m so close.” You reach behind you and grab his hand.

You feel him let out a breath of relief. “Me too my cherub. Don’t worry I’ll get you there.” He smiles and kisses you on the cheek. He leans back up and plows into your with a fever you’ve never felt from him before. Your pussy pulses around him and you feel like you're about to burst. He slaps your ass softly to encourage you. “Come on love. Cum for me.” He leans down and whispers the last part, the pressure from it makes you spasm around him finally feeling the knot untie. You lie there breathlessly as he takes his final few thrusts and moans your name. He lays over you holding you for a few seconds before you can’t feel your legs anymore. You gently push him off of you and stand up and stretch. A sudden realization makes you panic.

“The gang!” You shout. “I was here with the gang! This is willows!” You hold up the cotton candy in panic. He puts your panties back and drags you through a shortcut, a janky hallway with curtains for actors to use to get in and out of their spots. The blinding light of the fairground greets you as you make it to the end of the attraction.

“I’ll be right back. They should be out soon.” He kisses your forehead and disappears. The feeling of the mix of your cum and his uncomfortably sits and wets your panties. There’s nothing you can do to fix it now as the gang comes out and everyone looks like they had a blast with the exception of surprisingly ….Xander.

“What happened to him?” You ask a smug looking Willow.

“I told one of the actors his name and then all of the actors started coming for him.” She giggled.

“It was definitely deserved. Considering that Xander used me as a human shield.” Buffy shrugged with a smile.

“That’s pretty harsh Xan.” You smile.

He comes up from behind and puts one arm over Willow and one arm over you and Buffy. “Let’s just agree to never go through a haunted house again.”

Spike swoops you under his arm and hands you a slushy. “I don’t know what you're talking about man. I had a bloody good time.” He winks at you.

You look over to a shocked and confused Xander who keeps looking between you and spike.

“Me too.” You say while wrapping your arm around spikes back and taking a sip from your slushy, walking away into the distance.

“When the hell did that happen?” Xander loudly questions both of the girls shrug.

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Final Halloween chapter is out now!! Read it here

It’s less spicy I think than what I hyped it up to be so tomorrow I’m posting a full +18 smut with reader and spike not connected to the cherub rock universe but I hope you like it anyway!!

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CHERUB ROCK🦇🪽

Chapter Four: Halloween pt. 3

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⚠️murder. Violence. Death.

SEXUAL CONTENT +18

You wake up in the grass of someone’s yard, feeling your body move but you're not in control. There’s a burning sensation on your chest as soon as you stand up. Looking down you see the cross necklace you had been wearing burning into your chest. You rip it off with your bear hands breaking the clasp. It falls into the grass. You take in your surroundings and see nothing but destruction, damaged property and monsters that used to be human running amok. You cut the cape off your shoulders with your fingernails. a very familiar face run into a house down the street.

“Angelus.” You hear your own voice speak but it’s not you talking. Your feet feel heavy as you walk like you’re wearing a suit of your own flesh and blood. Your stomach feels like it’s burning rising in your throat. “Angel can wait.” Your disembodied voice says. You run toward the college town to hopefully be lucky enough to find a stupid soul that wasn’t in costume and as luck may have it a boy maybe a year or two older than you walks out of the many houses that line the street. “Hey handsome!” Your voice calls out and he whips his head toward you.

“Hi.” His voice is small, shy. This is going to be easy. You walk towards him putting a little more sway in your hips, his eyes follow the movement. Starting from your eyes, down your chest and finally landing at your thick curves.

You lean into him tracing your long fingernails up his forearm. “What’s a cutie like you doing alone on Halloween?” You trace his pulse in his neck. His eyes try to stay on yours but they keep falling to your breasts. You snap him out of his thoughts by grabbing his chin and making him look into your eyes. “D’ya want to have some fun, pretty boy?” Your voice is hypnotic all he can do is nod. You grab his hand and shove it in your back pocket effectively making him grab your ass. You wrap your arm around his broad back and trace up his spine. He gets the chills as you lead him into a dark alleyway pressing him against the wall. His lips lock with yours. Your first real kiss given to a complete stranger while you’re not even in control. You feel his tongue press against your teeth and in response you feel like your jaw unhinges and your teeth become longer the muscles In your forehead feel different. Your canines bite through his tongue. His head hits the wall as he tries to figure out what just happened. His taste is incredible, like cherries still cold from the fridge on a hot summer day, Like soup when you’re sick, blood. Sweet and metallic intertwined, it soothes the burn in your throat and you don’t know if you can ever get enough. A little bit of blood drips down from his mouth and you lean in to lick it up.

“You’re a freak.” He says terrified. You kiss his cheek down his neck.

“I thought that’s what you wanted, baby.” You press your thigh against his bulge and he immediately grips your hips. You giggle happily. He's finally distracted and grinding on your thigh you kiss his pulse one more time and bite into his neck, filling your mouth with that sweet taste once again. You finally feel the burn completely disappear and you let his body drop like a sack of potatoes. You step over his corpse heading deeper into the alleyway; stopping in your tracks when you hear a big fight going on. You leap onto the top of a semi to get a better look. You see your favorite vampire friend trying to comfort a completely terrified Buffy, an annoyed Cordelia and a proud Xander. The sound of heels clacking on concrete starts getting closer behind you.

“Guys we’ve got to get inside!” Willow yells running from spike and his gang from the same side of the alley. They all run to an open warehouse. You follow them undetected by both parties.

They shut the door in front of you so you head up a fire escape to figure out what to do next. Spike and the rest of his gang follow not too long after you and start pounding on the door. They break through and pile into the warehouse. You slowly walk in after so you aren’t caught in the crossfire. The monsters have Xander and Angel while spike is cornering Buffy.

She looks terrified as he backs her into a crate. “Look at you. Shaking. Terrified. Alone. Lost little lamb.” He grabs her by the throat. “I love it.” He squeals out. angel calls out for buffy while your boot clicks over the smooth concrete floor.

“You know who the really alone spike?” Your hypnotic voice calls out. He looks over his shoulder uninterested.

“Well I would say you, love. waltzing in here like you own the place.” His posh accent undermines you.

“Well you would be wrong pet.” You mock his accent. “Cause the one really alone here is you.”

“Me?” He gawfs. Looking around the room for answers. “The one with the monster mob?”

“You.” You say softly. “The one who is truly alone in his heart. His cold. Dead. Heart.” He looks a bit shaken up from that but he quickly shakes it off and turns fully to you. “The only one killing the slayer tonight is me.” You run towards him kicking underneath his legs making him fall on his back you straddle his hips, reeling your fist down and knocking him the jaw. He shakes his head smiling while biting his tongue and looks up at you with the prettiest eyes.

“Is that all you got, pet?” He flips the two of you over now he’s pressing all of his body weight against you and pinning your hands to the ground. You feel an odd sensation travel your whole body. The pressure In your forehead disappears, your teeth shrink as your jaw resets and you finally regain feeling of control over your body. You feel human again. “Well, well look at you, love.” He traces his fingernail down your cheek. You hear children crying for their parents. You and Spike look at the commotion, children in costumes the same as his monster gang surround Angel and Xander. He looks totally confused when he looks back at you. All of a sudden he gets a swift kick in the jaw and he tumbles back.

You look up to see Buffy with the black wig taken off in her classic fighting stance. “Hi, honey. I'm home.” She punches him in the gut, twice in the face, and kicks him in the chest, making him stagger back. He grabs a pipe and swings it at her. She catches the end of it and pulls him around and into the crate he had her against. She swings it into his jaw and jabs him in the stomach. He doubles over in pain. “You know what? It's good to be me.” She hits him again and he slides on the floor. He regains his footing and running off into the night.

“Hey, Buff. Welcome back.” Xander exclaims helping you get off the floor.

“Yeah! You, too”. She says exhausted.

“You guys remember what happened?” Cordy questions.

“It was way creepy. It's like I was there, but I couldn't get out.” You say wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. This outfit's totally skintight.” Cordelia says pulling at her cheetah costume.

Angel takes buffy home without a word to the rest of us.

“Hello?! It felt like I was talking, my lips were moving and…” Cordelia says frustrated.

Xander shakes his head. “Give it up, Cordy. You're never gonna get between those two. Believe me, I know.”

Cordy motions around to the group of kids surrounding us. “Well, I guess you better get them back to their parents.”

Xander looks around collecting a headcount. “Yeah, everybody seems to... Where's Willow?”

“I’ll go look for her.” You say already walking out the door. You just wanted an excuse to be alone but, you weren’t alone. Unknowing to you a pair of blue eyes followed you down the alleyway.

You find Willow and walk her home. “Do you want to go back to the school and pick up your car?” She asks.

“Not really will. I just want to go home.” You say defeated. She nods and links her arm with yours. You appreciate the comfort so you lay your head on her shoulder and walk all the way home in silence.

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You bring the girls to a new costume shop in town called Ethan’s. You split up to look around. There are people everywhere, kids finding the costume that will get them the most candy. Teens finding the costume that will impress their crush. And adults finding a comfortable costume to take their kiddos out in the cold. You don’t know what to wear you looked at an spider costume that looked a little to goofy for your taste and an angel costume that you felt was a little too on the nose. You see Xander out of the corner of your eye he’s looking the prop section you go up to him costume in hand.

“What’s the difference between an angel and a cherub?”

“One’s a blood sucking loser and the other…” he turns to you

“Is just a loser.” You joke smiling ear to ear.

“Hey, you are not a loser.” He says earnestly.

“I’m in a costume shop on Halloween last minute shopping because I thought I would spend my night alone watching horror movies.” You giggle.

“Well then we’re both losers.” He salutes you.

You salute him back and laugh. “Hoo rah” you look at the prop gun in his hand “what are you going as?”

“I got pieces of an old army uniform at home. I’m not spending a bunch of money on something I’m never going to wear again.” He pauses to think. “I can spend said money on pizza. What about you Cher? You going as my saving grace?” He points to the costume in hand.

“I don’t think so. With kids around I’m not sure it would stay white.” You laugh. “Are you still mad at Buffy?” You ask softly while you put the angel costume back on the rack.

“No, I'm over it. Don’t tell her that though.” He snorts and grabs your hand to head to the girls.

They see you and ask about you and Xanders costume findings. You shrug and shake your head. Xander shows off his gun and asks about the girls. Willow shows off a classic ghost costume and Buffy comes up empty handed. She turns to look around some more and see a gorgeous 18th century burgundy ball gown.

“Too bulky. I prefer my women in spandex.” He jokes and out of the corner of your eye you see this sexy vampire costume. It’s like an 80s rocker chick with tight blood red leather pants with laces up the sides and black leather vest. It’s nothing like anything you have in your closet but yet your drawn to it. You hear the owner talking to Buffy behind you. You trace the top of the pants with your fingers lost in thought. You feel a tap on your shoulder and your turn to see the owner holding 2 boxes. A bigger one, probably a shoe box and a smaller jewelry box.

“The matching accessories.” The older man smiles and hands them to you. He gives Buffy a bag of her accessories. She gives you a smile and looks and the costume.

“Sexy. I love it.” She gives you a smirk and taps your hip with hers.

“Oh I could never.” You say nervously. “I don’t Even think it would fit.” You try to hand over the boxes to Ethan.

“Halloween is about being something you’re not and I’m sure you’ll find it to be a perfect fit my dear.” He hands over the boxes back to you, grabs the costume off the manakin and guides you to the dressing room with a wink.

You lay everything on a bench in the small room. The bigger box is in fact a shoe box. the biggest pair of platform boots come out of it. They’re black, shiny with thick heel. You look at the bottom of the shoe looking for the size and you find it to be exactly your size. You undress and slowly slide the leather over your thighs and again they fit oh so nicely. They bring out the curves of your hips so beautifully you’re almost scared to turn around. You struggle with the buttons of the top a little bit but once it’s all on you feel like it was tailored just for you. You can’t stop staring at yourself. You decide there and then that you’re keeping it even if you’ll never wear it again. In the smallest box is a pair of vampire fangs that almost look real and a chunky cross necklace with rubies embedded into it. It’s a little much for trick or treating but you grab a cheesy vampire cape that practically swallows you and a platinum blonde wig to match the whole ensemble.

While purchasing you see Ethan. “Thank you again.”

“Have a happy Halloween dear.” He winks again. you and the girls head to Buffy’s house to get dressed while Xander heads to his house to get the rest of his costumes. Buffy surprises Willow with her own sexy costume and while she’s in the bathroom changing Buffy is finishing off her costume with some dangly earrings and you are putting on some black lip liner and filling it in with a red lipstick.

“Where're you meeting Angel?” You hear Willow's muffled voice coming out from the bathroom.

“Here. After trick-or-treating. Mom's gonna be out.” She says dreamily

“Does he know about your costume?” You ask shoving the fake teeth onto your canines.

“Nope. Call it a blast from his past. I'll show him I can coif with the best of 'em.” She turns towards the bathroom door. “Okay, Willow, come out. You can't hide in there all night.”

“O-okay, but, but promise you guys won't laugh?” She says nervously through the door.

You and Buffy glance at each other. “We promise.”

Willow opens the door slowly and comes out in thigh high boots, a short, black leather skirt and a burgundy witchy crop top. She awkwardly walks towards us and grabs the ghost costume.

“Wow! You're a dish!” Willow tries to hide herself with the sheet, but Buffy takes it from her and tosses it aside “I mean it really.”

“But this just isn't me.” Willow says while covering her stomach with her arms.

“That’s the point Will.” You say. “Remember what Ethan said? ‘Halloween is about being something you’re not.’”

Buffy pulls her to her full length mirror. “Look, Halloween is the night that not you is you, but not you. Y'know?” The doorbell rings.

“Must be Xander, I’ll get it. You really do look great willow.” You head downstairs and hear the tapping of multiple heels heading downstairs with you. You open the door with Buffy and Xander walks in, a knight in shining camo, saluting us.

“Private Harris reporting for…” he goes slack jawed “Buffy! Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex!”

Buffy does a small curtsy. “Thank you, kind sir.”

He turns to you and quickly makes a terrified face. “Please show me mercy.” he gets down on his knees “when I renounced spandex I had no idea what you had in store my queen of the night.” He bows and pretends to cry “please don’t suck me dry.” He pleads.

We all laugh and Buffy pulls him off the floor. “Just wait until you see…” we’re heels padding down the stairs but when Willow finally makes it down the stairs she’s in her ghost costume completely covered. She waves “..Casper.”

“Hey, Will! That's a fine boo you got there.” Xander says awkwardly. You and Buffy give each other a disappointed look.

The gang heads to the school. Synder groups you and Buffy together while Xander and Willow are together.

“This is your group, Summers, L/N. No need to speak to them. The last thing they need is your influence. Just bring them back in one piece and I won't expel you.” Synder directs most of that to Buffy but he also stares you down.

Buffy bends down to greet the kids but gets cut off by him. She looks at you and rolls her eyes. You spend the next hour and a half running around with 10 little kids in the cutest costumes, your cape starting to feel heavy on your shoulders.

“What did Mrs. Davis give you?” You ask your group. Every single one of them pulls toothbrushes out of their candy buckets.

“She must be stopped.” Buffy said gravely. “Let's hit one more house. We still have a few more minutes before I need to get you back.” She stopped for a second feeling the wind change direction.

“Everything ok buff?” You ask standing up from tying a little boy dressed as a snake's shoe. You wipe the dirt off your knees and you both hear screaming. You turn to see the same boy has turned into a more realistic snake and is attacking one of the older lady’s of the neighborhood. You run to stop him but you feel your heart beating out of your chest. Your knees hit the ground gasping for air. You feel the grass beneath your fingers, blood rushing to your ears, your heart starts picking up pace until it just stops and you pass out.

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Chapter Four: Halloween pt. 1

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⚠️ angel x reader (sibling-ish/platonic/romantic) how ever you want to interpret it. Mentions of murder.

It’s Halloween day and you’ve already been scared to death by principal snyder cornering you and forcing you into volunteering for the Halloween safety program for young kids. You would have signed up anyway but he got to you first. You see the gang at willows locker and you head to see them. Principal Snyder starts heading to them.

“Miss summers.” He puts a hand on her shoulder as she spins to face him. “Just the delinquent I’ve been looking for. Halloween must be a big night for you. Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples, one pathetic cry for help after another. Well” he leads her to the sign-up table. Willow and Xander follow her.

They spot you and Xander leans his arm on your shoulder. “Caught in the crossfire too huh?” You both laugh.

“not this year, missy.” Snyder states

“Gosh, I'd love to sign up, but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight.” Buffy shrugs off

He shove’s clipboards into the gang’s hands. “The program starts at 4, the children have to be back at 6.” And with that he walks off to get his next victim.

We start heading to the lounge as Xander starts his rant. “I can't believe this. We have to get dressed up and the whole deal?”

“Snyder said costumes were mandatory.” You say pulling the loose strings on your sweater sleeves.

Buffy sighs “Great. I was gonna stay in and veg. The one night a year things are supposed to be quiet for me.”

You and Xander give each other a confused look and say “Really?” At the same time. Halloween quiet? Oh, I figured it'd be a big old vamp scare- apalooza.” He continues as we walk into the lounge.

“Not according to Giles.” She states “He swears that tomorrow night is, like, dead for the undead.” Buffy and Willow sit. “They stay in.”

Xander puts a big goofy smile on “Those wacky vampires! That's why I love 'em! They just keep you guessing!” He puts his bag down on the table and heads over to the vending machine. He puts his money in and it must have gotten stuck because he starts to hit the machine. Larry, A football player you help with English sometimes comes up to Xander and puts his hand on his shoulder. They start talking and Xander puffs his chest out and grabs Larry by the shirt. He smacks Xanders hands off of him and grabs him while reeling back his fist. You and Buffy stand and she puts her hand out in front of you.

“I got it”. She walks up to the both of them. She grabs larrys wrist, pulls it behind his back and slams his head into the vending machine. You hear a can tumble out of the machine. Larry runs off and Buffy picks up and open the can. You see xan start to argue with her as the walk back to you and Willow.

“A black eye heals, Buffy, but cowardice has an unlimited shelf life. Oh, thanks! Thanks a lot for your help.” He grabs his bag from the table and walks off in a huff.

Buffy moans and sits back down with you and will. “I think I just violated the guy code big time.”

“Poor Xander.” Willow says solemnly “Boys are so fragile. Speaking of, how was your date last night?”

“Misfire. I was late due to unscheduled slayage. Showed up looking trashed.” Buffy says with disappointment.

“Was he mad?” Willow asks.

“Actually he was pretty unmad.” Buffy adds “Which probably had something to do with the fact that Cordelia was drooling in his cappuccino.”

“Oh, Buffy. Angel would never fall for her act.” Willow tries to comfort.

“You mean that actually showing up, wearing a stunning outfit, embracing personal hygiene act?” She says flatly.

“You know what she meant buff. She’s so not his type.” You say with confidence.

“Are you sure? I mean, I don't know what his type is. I've known him less than a year, and if you haven't noticed, he's not exactly one to over share.” Buffy says

“True. It's too bad we can't sneak a look at the Watcher diaries and read up on Angel. I'm sure it's full of fun facts to know and tell.” Willow says with a smirk.

“Oh no.” You say to yourself and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Yeah. It's too bad. That stuff is private.” Buffy adds the same smirk mirroring on to her face now.

Willows smile grows but she tries to not let it show “Also Giles keeps them in his office. In his personal files.”

“Guys.” You give them the most puppiest pleading eyes possible and shake your head.

Buffy looks like she’s starting to agree with you and says “Most importantly, it would be wrong.” Willow has the same contemplating face. All of a sudden they look at you and then look at each other and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end and you get a chill down your spine. They both grab your hands and drag you to the library giggling.

You and Willow wait outside for Buffy to make sure the coast is clear. Buffy looks satisfied and then practically jumps out of her skin when Giles comes out of the book cage. She waves Willow in as she distracts him. You watch Giles become increasingly over whatever they’re talking about but willow is almost in the clear. So Buffy pulls one big stop and it makes Giles turn pink. Willow is heading towards you and Buffy makes her last remark and bolts out the door almost taking you and Willow down with her. You’re all laughing to the point of tears when you pull Buffy off the Floor that you head into the bathroom to clean up.

“What did you say to him that made him turn bright red?” You dab a Paper towel under your eyes to blot the slightest running mascara.

Buffy shrugs and laughs out that she told him that ms. Calendar thinks he’s a total babe. She stops laughing and looks in awe at what's on the page. “Man, look at her.”

You and willow take a peek and it’s a woman with a billowing ball gown. A woman you recognize but can’t quite remember her name, not like you could tell her that you’ve been sworn to secrecy.

“Who is she?” Willow asks.

“It doesn’t say.” Buffy says while dissecting the page. “But the entry’s dated 1775.”

You do the math in your head. “Angel would have been 18.” You pause. “And still human.”

“So that's the kinda girl he hung around? She's pretty coiffed.” Buffy said kinda sadly.

Willow took a better look at her. “She looks like a noble woman or something. Which means being beautiful is sort of her job.”

Something about what she said made you remember. Buffy had died by the hands of the master; the only reason she is still alive is because Xander gave her cpr. A tap at your window startled you causing you to close the book in your hand and quickly flop over your bed to grab the stake that permanently lives in your bedside table. With stake in hand you go to you window and open the curtains. That usually stoic and brooding face was lace with tears and regret. You quickly open the window and lead him into your room.

“Angel? Oh my gosh! Come in!” He practically leaps into your arms. The sounds of his sobs break your heart. You sit on the floor with him his head buried in your neck tears making you shirt wet but you can barely think about that when he looks up at you with those red rimmed glassy eyes. “What’s wrong?” You ask starting to feel that burn in your throat. Angel came to you not trusting Xander and not wanting to freak Willow or for her to tell Buffy.

“I couldn’t save her.” It barely comes as a whisper.

“But angel she’s ok. Xander made sure of that.” You reassured him and try and rub his shoulder but he doesn’t accept that answer and yells.

“But i couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything to save her, to protect her. I was useless. He puts his head in his hands. “I almost killed the girl I loved…again.”

“Again?” You asked carefully like playing with fire.

“ I shouldn’t have said loved.” He said with remorse. “I shouldn't have said anything.” He gets up and walks to your window.

You grab his arm. “Angel wait.” You said a little too loud. You take a breath and start again with a softer tone. “You shouldn’t bottle up all your emotions like you do. It’ll make you lose your mind.” You let out a small huff of a laugh.

He does the same keeping his eyes on the floor. He finally looks back into your eyes and chills run down your spine. “What if I deserve it?”

“What?” You say just below a whisper. “Angel.” You huff out a nervous laugh. “What do you mean by that?”

He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him and whispers in your ear. “I mean don’t I deserve it. I killed the innocents of the girl I was obsessed with and then I killed her family to make sure she never left my side. I think I deserve to lose my mind after that.” He grabs your cheeks and turns your head to face him again. He presses his cold forehead against your slightly dewy one. “Don’t you? Cherub.”

You push away from him softly and sit him down on your bed you sit by the window and you lock eyes with him. “Tell me the whole story and I’ll let you know whether or not I think you deserve it.”

His face looks genuinely shocked and confused. “Are you sure?” He coughs out. “You will never look at me the same again.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You cross your arms and nod at him to start talking.

He tells you everything, every grotesque detail, every thought he thought. And at first you were freaking out, that monster was here in your room, on your bed. You let him finish and look him up and down. You realize something when you do. That monster was not in your bed, that was a completely different person in a completely different time. You rise from your seat and walk towards him cautiously. He watches with bated breath, every single step focused on your socked feet padding against the carpet.

With your arms still crossed you let out a sigh. “You know what Angel.” He finally looks you in the eye again for what had felt like hours. You grab his chin and move it side to side, up and down to really get a good look at his face. You feel him trembling underneath your fingertips. “You look exactly the same to me.” You let go of his face. He looks at you like you’re lying to him until you give him a soft smile which he returns. “That wasn’t you. That was a monster inhabitant in your body that you had no control over. And even if you did. You are showing overwhelming remorse over it now. A monster would never do that, only a man, an angel would.” That was months ago and currently you are taken out of your thoughts by Cordelia bursting into the bathroom and nudged you a bit to the side so she can fix her makeup.

“So, Buffy. You ran off last night and left poor little Angel all by his lonesome. But I did everything I could to comfort him.” She said with fake reassurance.

“I bet.” Buffy said with real annoyance.

“So, what's his story anyway? I mean, I never see him around.” She says while perfectly tapping blush on her cheeks.

“Not during the day, anyway.” You say underneath your breath.

She still catches it and throws her blush back into her bag. “Oh, please. Don't tell me he still lives at home. Like, he has to wait for his dad to get back before he can take the car?” She reaches for her lipgloss.

Buffy huffs out a laugh. “Cordelia, I think his parents have been dead for a couple of hundred years.”

She swipes the wand of gloss on her lips. “Oh, good. I mean…” she has a sudden face of confusion and turns to Buffy. “What?”

“Angel's a vampire. I thought you knew.” Buffy states.

She swiftly turns back to the mirror and puts away her lipgloss. “Oh, he's a vampire. Of course! But the cuddly kind. Like a Carebear with fangs” she looks unimpressed.

“It’s true.” Willow insists.

Cordelia steps up to Buffy and crosses her arms “You know what I think? I just think you're trying to scare me off 'cause you're afraid of the competition. Look, Buffy, you may be hot stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever, but when it comes to dating, I'm the Slayer.” She flips her hair and saunters out of the bathroom.

“Jeez that was kinda harsh.” You say rubbing your arm where she nudged you.

“It is true though.” Buffy says with a sigh. “She’s way better at the whole dating thing than I am.”

“That’s not true.” Willow tries to reassure.

“Let’s get your mind off that for now.” You say with a soft smile. “Let’s figure out what we’re wearing tonight.” You grab their hands and lead them out of the bathroom.

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At home you dig through your closet. You don’t want to stick out and get caught so pick out the scandalous outfit you own which is a little white dress that hugs all you curves in all the right places. You wore it to a dance your freshman year and you have since become less twiggy than you once were. You do some light makeup and style your hair quickly before you grab a jean jacket off a hanger and hop in your car to head to Xanders.

You knock on the door and he walks out of his front door in the most stereotypical frat bro outfit you’ve ever seen, A red polo and khaki pants.

“Goodness gracious.” He pauses looking you up and down. “An angel has fallen on my doorstep.”

“Your chariot awaits good sir.” You say with a posh accent and a slight bow. You turn and walk to your car as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Did it hurt?” He asks in a serious tone.

You look at him confused. “Did what hu-.” You pause realizing what he’s doing. “Please don’t say it.”

“When you fell from heaven of course.” He laughs, cutting you off.

“And you said it.” You cringe. “Xander get in the car please.”

He laughs again but obliges. The ride is quite despite the loud sound of the music he insisted on putting on. You pull up to the frat house and leave your jacket in the car. Letting Xander lead you through the door. The blaring music can barely be heard over the roaring sound of people having fun.

You get swept up in the crowd and get separated from Xander. A guy creeps up behind you and puts his hands on your waist. You jump out of your skin when he pulls you closer to grind on him. You try to break free from his grip but that only makes him slide his hands over your curves and wrap his arms underneath your breasts.

His breath reeks of alcohol when he whispers in your ears. “You know, you’re pretty for a fat chick.”

“Please let me go.” You plead.

His finger starts rubbing in place slowly going higher up your breast. “Now where’s the fun in tha-.”

“Let her go!” You hear a voice boom. You look up to see Tom. “Now.” He says sternly.

The guy behind you quickly lets you go and runs off.

“You’re friends with Buffy right?” He asks. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m Cher and thanks to you” you fiddle with your fingers. “Have you seen Buffy?”

“Oh yeah she’s in the bathroom, can I grab you a drink,Cher?” He asks

“I-I shouldn’t.” You say nervously you never had a full drink of alcohol. Your parents let you have a couple sips of champagne on new years. Even then it wasn’t pleasant.

“I insist.” He hands you a glass of a brown colored liquid. “No pressure of course.” He smiles softly. “I wasn’t that into Alcohol when I was a freshman either, but I learned the faster you drink it the less you have to taste it.” He laughs, clinks his glass with yours and downs his drink in one gulp. You decide to do the same. The liquid burns your throat slightly and the pungent alcohol taste makes your face pucker.

“Better?” He asks with a smile.

You nod, feeling your face flush. your cheeks burning with a burning flame. Your eyesight gets a little blurry. Your feet feel like lead.

“Come on, let's get you to Buffy.” You barely hear Tom say. He sounds like he’s under water. He puts your arm around his shoulder as he leads you up the stairs. You get to a bedroom to see Buffy passed out on the bed.

It finally clicks in your brain. “You. Dru-ged uss.” You slur. You hear him laugh as he drops you on the bed. Your eyes are forced to close and your head shuts off.

You wake up slowly, chained in what looks like a cave. There’s a well in the middle of the room surrounded by men in robes. You hear Buffy and Cordelia arguing about something you can’t quite make out. You see Tom open up a small leather drawstring bag and pour out four stones into his hand.

“Four stones.” Buffy says as she looks at the us. “Four of us.”

Tom cleanses the stones with water and picks up a sword and stands on stairs to start the ritual.

“Machida” Tom starts

“In his name.” The fraternity responds.

“We who serve you, we who receive all you bestow, call upon you in this holy hour.” Tom recites

“In this holy hour.” The brothers respond.

Tom turns to Richard and walks to him with the sword in both hands displaying it. And starts reciting again. “We who have no wealth, no processions…expect that which you give us.”

The brothers recite “Except that which you give us.”

Tom places the sword on Richard’s arms. “We have no power, no place in the world… except that which you give us.”

The fraternity recites that last blip again. Richard hugs the sword to his chest, crossing his hands over his heart. You hear Buffy and Cordelia talking about cults.

Tom turns to us again. “It’s been a year since our last offering.” Richard points the sword to the Floor as Tom continues. “A year in which our bounty overflowed. We come before you with fresh offerings.”

“Offerings?!?” Cordelia says panicked. “Is he talking about us?!”

“Do you see anyone else chained up in here?” The other girl you don’t recognize says.

Tom tosses the stones into the well. You hear clatter on the wall for a while until the sound disappears, meaning that the well is pretty deep. Cordelia says something about us being tossed in the well. Buffy rebuttals that she thinks it comes to us and right on cue a half man half snake creature lunges itself out the well.

Cordelia screams her lungs off as Buffy tries to yank her chains out of the ceiling. Tom starts reciting the ritual again. Machida spreads his webbed arms out to receive praise and whips his body down to grab Cordy.

“Hey reptile boy!” Buffy yells out. “You don’t want her. Look at her. She's all skin and bones. Half an hour later you’ll bee hungry again!”

Tom marches up to her and slaps her across her cheek. “I told you to shut up.” He holds up his sword. “You speak again and I’ll slit your throat.” Two fraternity brothers unchain Cordy. Tom turns to machida and announces. “Feed, dark lord!”

Machida lifts his body up again to snatch up Cordelia. Buffy yanks hard on her chains and finally breaks free. She punches machida in the face and turns to fight the brothers.

Tom raises his sword at Buffy. “You bitch I’ll serve you to him in pieces!” He swings the sword at her and she catches it on her chains.

She swings it away, wraps the chains around Tom’s throat and pulls him closer to her. “Tom, you talk too much.” She shoves him away, he rolls underneath a table and knocks everything off of it. She turns to see machida holding Cordelia up. Behind them Angel, Willow, Xander and Giles come bonding down the stairs.

Buffy grabs the sword. “Let her go wormy.” He doesn’t care and Holds her closer. Buff wields back the sword and slashes through him. He screams in pain for a moment and then falls to the floor, dead. Angel helps you out of your restraints barely balancing. He gives you a look of concern. You pat him on the arm and tell him to go talk to Buffy as Xander grabs your arm and wraps it around his shoulders.

Giles helps Cordelia up. “You did it! You saved us!” She wraps her arms around Angel. “I've never been so happy to see anyone in my whole… “ she lets go and turns to the gang. “You guys.” She cries. “I just... hate you guys! The weirdest things always happen when you're around!”

Angel picks Tom off the ground and she grabs him by the collar. “And you! You're going to jail for fifteen thousand years!” We all follow her up the stairs excluding Buffy and Giles.

You all wait on the front lawn while the have their talk. You look at Angel and he’s looking at the fraternity probably anxious for Buffy.

“Angel” you say softly and he turns to you. You hand him the keys to your car. “Can you drive me and Xander home.” You look at floor guiltily. “If not it’s not a big deal I can do it.”

Xander and Angel give each other a look.

“Cher, I love you, but you can barely stand up straight. I don't think I want to put my life in your hands right now.” Xander laughs, squeezing you tighter around his shoulder.

Angel nods with a smirk. “not that I would mind but I agree I don’t know what I would do if something bad happened to you.” He ruffles your hair as he walks away to get Buffy and Giles.

You all head home and Angel gets you into bed. You tell him to go Check on Buffy and that you're just going to go to bed. He leaves after a little reassurance that you're fine. You cry yourself to sleep that night.

The next night the gang wanted to go to the bronze you were a little hesitant but went with. Cordelia was bossing around Jonathan, a boy from your class. “Young men are the only way to go!” She smirks as she walks away.

Xander reads the newspaper to us. “Says here that they've all been sentenced to consecutive life sentences. Investigators found the bones of missing girls in a huge cavern beneath the frat house. And older bones dating back fifty years.”

The girls all give each other a grossed out look as he continues. “A surprising number of corporations whose chairmen and founders are former Delta Zeta Kappas are suffering from falling profits, IRS raids... Ooo, and suicides in the boardroom. Hmm. Starve a snake, lose a fortune. Boy, I guess the rich really are different, huh?”

Willow asks Buffy about angel, Xander complains. “Angel, Angel, Angel. Does every conversation we have have to come around to that freak?” Angel walks down the stairs and stands behind him and he finally notices him. “Hey, man, how you doin'?”

Angel and buffy greet each other and Angel asks her if she’d like to have coffee sometime.

She smiles just slightly. “Yeah, sometime. I’ll let you know.” She gets up and walks away.

“Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of hers.” Angel says

“You and me both.” Xander adds.

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The next day at school you catch up with Willow in the lounge. She tells you all about the dream she had about Xander. Buffy comes in and tells you about Cordy not being able to go to the zeta kappa party if she doesn’t go.

“You’re going to the fraternity party?” Willow asks.

“What made you change your mind?” You question.

“Angel.” Buffy says bluntly.

Xander walks in and plops down on the couch next to Buffy. Adjusting the backpack on his shoulder.

“He’s going with you?!” You ask.

“She’s got a date with Angel!” Willow says to Xander. “Isn’t that exciting?!”

“I’m elated.” He says flatly getting up off the couch. We all get up and follow him.

“I-I’m not going with Angel. I’m going with-ee gods… Cordelia.” Buffy says as she hurries out the lounge.

“Cordelia?!” Willow gasps as she turns to the both of us. “Did I sound a bit jealous just then, because I’m not really.” She runs after Buffy and you follow her down the hallway.

“What happened with Angel?” You urge.

“Nothing, as per usual. A whole lotta nothing with Angel.” She huffs

“I don’t understand. I mean he likes you. More than likes.” Willow tries to comfort.

“Angel barely says 2 words to me.” Buffy complains.

“Don’t you hate that?” Xander butts in.

“And when he does, he treats me like a child.” She continues

“That bastard!” He instigates again. You lean into his side laughing at his dramatics. He reaches over and tickles your side a bit and you gently push off him dying of laughter, and grabbing a hold on willows arm.

All of this goes unnoticed by Buffy as she continues. “You know at least Tom can carry a conversation!”

“Yeah!” Xanders smile gets wiped clean off his face. “Tom? Who’s tom?”

“The frat guy” you tell him.

“Oh buffy, I don’t think so. Frying pan, fire? You know what I’m sayin’?” Xander objects as we open the door to the library. Giles I swiping down with a sword as he jumps at the sight of us.

“I didn’t see you four… creeping about.” He says embarrassed. He tosses the sword through the open cage door and kicks it shut. “Um, how did it go last night?”

Buffy gives him half of a bracelet that spells “ENT”. She tells Giles that Angel smelled blood on.Willow has seen it before but she’s not sure where. Giles tries to make Buffy go protroling tonight to see who it belongs to but she objects and fibs about her and her mom being sick and homework.

You and Willow give each other a look. As Giles says that she should stay home with her mother. The bell rings and the gang walks out to the hallway. Buffy looks guilty as we slowly walk through the crowd.

“Well say it.” She says knowing she was in the wrong.

“I’m not going to say it” Xander says with a shrug.

“You lied to Giles!” You and Willow blurt out.

“Cause they will.” Xander says

Buffy sighs. “Look, I wasn't lying. I was just... protecting him from information that he wouldn't be able to... digest properly.”

Xander laughs. “Like a corn dog.”

“Like you don't have a sick mother, but you'd rather go to a frat party where there's gonna be drinking and older guys and probably an orgy.” Willow crosses her arms over her chest.

“Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho, rewind. Since when do they have orgies, and why aren't I on the mailing list?” Xander asks, astonished.

“There’s no orgies!” Buffy yelled softly.

“I heard a lot of wild things go on at frat parties.” You joke

“Okay, you know what? Look, seven days a week I am busy saving the world. Once in a great while I wanna have some fun. And that's what I'm gonna have tonight. Fun!” Buffy snaps running off to go meet Cordelia.

You, Xander and Willow sit in the lounge sharing snacks and talk about how Buffy lied to Giles.

“Well there’s nothing we can do about it.” Willow shrugs. “We’ll help Giles.”

“I’m going to that party.” Xander says with determination. “I gotta keep an eye on Buffy.”

“You want to protect her.” You say and he nods.

“And prove that you’re just as good as those rich, snotty guys.” Willow adds and you see the gears turning in Xanders head.

“Maybe catch an orgy?” You joke

He laughs. “If it’s on early.”

“Ok.” You say. “Well I’m coming with you.” They both turn their heads at you. “I’m going to watch out for Cordy. My gut says something’s off with Richard and I don’t want to be right about it.”

“Don’t know why you care about her but sure the more the merrier. Plus gives me a ride.” He smiles getting up from his chair. “ Tonight, 7, wear something sexy!” He winks with a click of his tongue and runs off. You and Willow share another look and shake your head.

“Boys.” You both say in tandem.