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Damn Cute
"Spike."

"Spiiiike."

Smack. "Spike, wake up, dammit!"

"What the bloody hell...?" Spike glared up at the blue eyes above him. "Who're you?"

"I'm me. You're Spike. Now we're all introduced. Get your cute ass up."

Spike sat up slowly, his head still aching from the earlier meeting with Willow. What was goin' on? he mused.

"I can hear your thoughts, Brit-boy." The girl sat at the end of his bed and smiled at him. "I'm the Butterfly Queen. I know all. And you have some sort of implant thingy that won't let you harm living creatures or some such nonsense."

Spike gave her a blank stare then shifted into Game Face, reaching for her. She squealed and jumped off the bed, back peddling until she hit the wall. Then she burst into giggles. "You scared me!" she exclaimed and stomped her foot. "Bad Vampire. No biting the butterfly. Now sit. Stay. Behave." She grimaced. "And put yer pretty face back on."

Spike frowned and then shook his head, human mask back in place. "I bloody give up. What the fuck is going on? You're not part of those scientist guys, are you?"

"The Initiative? Nah. I'm just Butterfly, the current Reigning Queen of Hell." She ignored his silent question. "Anyways, I just thought that, since I now have the power to write Buffyfic, I'd drop in on you. And stare at you half-naked. You need to walk around in just jeans more often."

Spike glanced down at his perfect chest and grinned up at the girl. "Thanks."

Butterfly looked around the burned-out room. "Do you think you should continue to come back to the Factory every time you return to Sunnydale? I mean, won't someone notice eventually?"

Spike shot her a glare and she held her hands up, palms outward. "Okay, okay. Just a suggestion. Jeez."

"So, who are you, love, and what are you doing here?"

"Well, I already told you I'm Butterfly, Queen of Hell. I'm also a Butterfly Queen. Two separate things, you understand. I'm here (I also already told you this) to stare at you and drool." She giggled. "You are damn cute, my boy."

Spike grinned. "I like you. You've got taste."

She shrugged and wandered about the room. Finding a half-pack of cigarettes, she tossed them to him. "Tsk tsk. Menthol, Spike? You know, those are bad for you."

Spike gave her an odd look, then cleared his throat. "Uh...pet? I'm already dead."

"I know that. But Menthols are bad, bad, bad. They're supposed to crystalize your heart...or put crystals in your heart...or...." She shrugged again. "Something with your heart and crystals. One day, you might inhale and poof go up in a cloud of ash. And the world would weep, 'cause you are severely fuckable."

Spike coughed and Butterfly patted him on the back. "See? I told you they weren't good for you."

"So...you think I'm cute, huh?" he asked, after calming down.

"Oh, yeah. Even when you're pathetic."

"Pathetic? When am I pathetic?"

"Well, there was when you were bested by the Slayer and she just slipped the Gem of Amarra right off yer finger. That was pretty sad. And then after Oz and Cordelia and Doyle got Angel away from you and torture-boy stole the ring, you were talkin' to yourself and got your hair lit on fire. Then you were watchin' Buffers fight and started talking to yourself again and got electrocuted. Oh, oh! And then you were all pathetic with Willow. That was cute. Especially when you told her that you've wanted to bite her for a while. I bet you made some fic writers ecstatic."

Spike blinked. "How did you know about all that?"

Butterfly sighed. "I told you. I know all."

"So you only think I'm cute when I'm a bloody nancyboy," he grumbled.

"No! Yer cute when you were makin' fun of Angel and that chick in the alley. You know, 'I'm a biiig fluffy puppy with bad teeth'. That was definitely of the cute. And while you were torturing Angel. Oooh. That was cute. And you're cute when you fight, cute when you're drunk, cute when you're all lovey-lovey, cute when you're sad, cute when you shout, cute when you breathe. Cute, cute, cute." She giggled. "You're just cute."

Spike grinned. "Like I said, you have taste."

"That I do. Now, I have to go, but I want you to remember this: You are cute. Damn cute. Continue to be cute. And I'll give you a cookie."

With that, Butterfly disappeared in a flash of light and a cloud of glitter and Spike was left staring at the empty space where she had been.

He grinned and inhaled another drag off his cigarette. "I'm damn cute."