“Lust Note? What the heck is that?” Spike muttered while looking at the thing, His fingers feeling over the soft leather-bound notebook. It made him wonder more as he looked around. They lost in thought till the cool breeze hit him. Spike was reminded that he was standing in the middle of the schoolyard wearing little to nothing as he shook his head.

“Ok, Let’s get the hell out of here.” He cursed while beginning to run off, leaving the location. His eyes are darting around, making sure he hoped no one saw him running in his underwear. The last thing he needed was someone calling the cops to cause he was exposing himself. Like he had a choice at all to do something like this.

Running through the small town, he watched as the cars drove by. The city was pretty average that most people knew the place’s name; sure, it wasn’t a big city. But it was somewhere you could leave your doors unlocked and not worry about anyone breaking into it. A place for simple folks. At least that’s what his family told Spike. If you asked him if he had a choice, he’d probably do everything to get out of here.

“The place is so boring, seriously. One of this day, I’ll get out of here. I’ll get out of this place as Twilight did.” He sighed, sure he wasn’t as much of a fan of his step-sister. At least she was able to get out of here, unlike him. He wondered just how much he could take being in this place. He reminded himself that he could head off to college, and his life would be different. He’d be free from boredom and see the world. Now that would be interesting. He chuckled more.

Spike soon saw another car pass as he bounced into the bushes. Little did he realize that they were rose bushes. As he screamed in pain as he bounced out. His heart quality in annoyance as he shook his head.

“I swear he has to deal with stupid things like this!” Spike growled while running off. Imagining he was nearly home. If anything, that would’ve been a relief. He’d grab some pants and get on with his homework. Get that done, and well who knows. His eyes darted down at the Notebook, wondering just what that could be?

It’s nothing; why did we even grab the stupid thing. We could dump it in the trash somewhere, and no one would care. Spike imagined throwing it away, getting rid of the item, and being on his way. Yet something about it stopped him. His curiosity ran over him as he wondered who was in their right mind. The way he found it seeing it falling from the sky. It just made him wonder more about what it could be. Though a long sigh as he saw his house and headed inside.

“Whoever did it was doing an awful job trying to mess with someone if they just tossed it off the roof. They won’t even see me try it.” He walked inside, the door already unlocked, when he heard a loud voice.

“Spike, where have you been?” His father said, standing at the door, his gruff graying beard with his enormous size making him look like a lumberjack. The annoyance on his face changed when he saw that Spike didn’t have any pants.

“What happened to your pants, Spike?” He asked with more concern as he looked down at the heart boxers.

“Nothing, just a bad day, that’s all. Let me get to your room.”

“Not until you tell me where your pants are. You don’t just lose pants like that; where did you leave them.”

“It’s nothing Ok, now leave me be,” Spike said, annoyed by his father though the older man refused to budge as he spoke.
“Come on; this is important ok; wait, what is that, Button Mash again? Did he steal your pants cause I’ll go and beat his sorry ass if you want me to?”

“No, dad, and come on, I’m eighteen. I don’t need you are fighting my battles; I can handle it myself, so just let me go to my room.” He tried pushing past him though the lumberjack didn’t budge.

“Listen, I know your eighteen, but you keep getting into these situations, and it’s getting crazy. You’ve got to stand up for yourself. I don’t want to find out you shoot up a school or something.” Spike groaned in annoyance while just shaking his head

“Do you not trust me enough? I’m not going to shoot up a school; I’m not some idiot.”

“I know, but I worry about you.” His father sighed as he patted his arm.

“You don’t need to. Just let me go to my room, ok.” Spike grunted while managing to slip around the older man. He looked back at him for the longest time before shaking his head and shying.

“Do your homework, Dinners, tonight. Oh, by the way, Twilight’s home. Say Hi to her.”

“Thanks, well will do,” Spike mumbled, not sure if he wanted to see her at this moment. However, he turned back, looking toward him. He knew the older man cared about him. It was just the timing, and maybe he’d talk later if there was time.
Walking up the stairs, he listened to how the steps creaked like the howling moans of those who were damned. The house was rather old, a four-bedroom home with two bathrooms separated by thick walls. Yet it was still had that feeling that someone might have been listening in on your most private conversations.

Spike made it up the stairs and walked down the hall to his slightly smaller room. I swear, why is it I’m stuck in the smallest room? Twilight isn’t even here that often. We could just change rooms, not like she needs all the room for her books or anything.

He passed by Twilight’s room, where he heard the music playing, soft Mozart, though which song you couldn’t ask him. He wasn’t much for classical music as he continued walking off. Spike walked inside the room, slamming the door right behind him. He tossed his things over to the desk while grabbing the remote and turning it on. The evening news was playing, as everything was going on live. He began putting on a pair of sweatpants. He bounced at his desk as he started pulling his homework wanting to get it over and done with. His eyes were on his History work, Reading up on the Industrial Revolution, writing up a paper about it. A page and a half, due on Miss. Harshwhinny’s Desk tomorrow evening.

Spike was pulling his papers and pen when he grabbed the notebook. It was still warm to the touch as he looked at it. He figured he’d use a few pages as he gets started. Pulling it up, he opened the book with a pen. That was when he saw it.

The back of the covers was written in black letters, almost gothic.

How to use the Lust note
The name which is written in this note shall be filled with Lust
The effect can last for only 24 hours upon their name being written on the note
The people written in the note must be over the age of 18. No one under that may be affected.

“What the?” Spike said, looking at the notebook. His curiosity ran wild as he thought about what this could have even meant.

“The name written in this note shall be filled with lust? What does that even mean.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“I mean, it kind of makes sense, being called the Lust note. But it’s stupid. It’s not like it’ll work.” Spike muttered while looking around. He wasn’t even sure. His finger gripping the pin as he imagined it was a joke, he wrote a name and tried to seduce him, and nothing happened. Spike would look like a complete idiot. Spike tapped his fingers against the paper while looking at those first three rules. Sure, there were more, but the ones that caught his attention were the first ones.

“What does this even mean?” Spike Rubbed his temple. That was when the weather girl came on Trixie Lulamoon. She was given the daily weather report. He talked about how it would be a sunny weekend with a chance of snow and then some. He didn’t pay much attention. Till a thought came over him.

“Let’s see what this notebook can do.” He giggled a little as he reached over and quickly wrote down,

Without warning and overwhelmed with lustful desire, Trixie Lulamoon began pulling her top off, exposing herself on live television and claiming that she wanted to show them off to her lover. Not caring who it was as she would reach down playing with herself.

Then Spike sat there, turning the volume up while watching the Weather woman.

Trixie Lulamoon was going through her regular job the utter boredom as she stood before the green screen. Her feet hurt wearing those damn heels as she looked at the camera, yet she kept that smile up.

“Now today, everyone gets ready for a fun weekend cause it’s going to be hot, so you better get that sunscreen; otherwise, you’re gonna get burnt.” She called out while bending over, pointing around the south of Ohio.

“Though for the meantime, get ready for some chills cause we will be experiencing some rain and cold air blowing through.”
I know who’s going to get some cold air tonight fuck, I want to get out of this place and go home. Get Sunburst to come over and just eat me out. Trixie thought as she looked towards the cameraman, finding him looking a little cuter; she imagined the younger man would be able to do some tricks, yet at the same time, she also imagined he might not last long. She needed an honest man; Trixie wanted to tease her man with a sultry want.

“Though remember everyone keep your umbrella cause it could drizzle, and for my handsome Sunburst, well, I’ve got something extraordinary for you.” Her body felt like fire as she barely notices her hand reaching for the buttons on her shirt. The way they came off one by one. It felt good—such a feeling as she began undoing them, exposing her bra.

“Cause Sunburst to get ready for tonight cause the on cuming storm is coming if you know what I mean.” That was when without warning, she pulled her shirt off, revealing the leopard Bra. Her jiggling breasts bounced insight as she licked her lips with seduction. Her breaths made her chest look more significant than hers as she heaved with much desire.

Trixie Lulamoon reached down, grabbed her bra, and pulled it apart, the hooks coming off as she began showing off her dark nipples. She was just showing them off for the rest of the world to see, not just her lover.
Then after that, everything just went dark. Like nothing mattered, and Trixie found herself snapping back to reality.

“What the heck just happened?” As she fell back on her rear, all the men stared at her ogling her with their shocked surprise.

Spike dropped his pen as he looked towards the T.V and saw Trixie Lulamoon begin tearing her shirt off. The way she spoke about the coming storm. It didn’t take a genius to know what she meant and soon expose her bra the way she did before the broadcast was cut short. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she did.

“No, that can’t be….” Spike wasn’t sure what he could believe in his mouth going dry as he looked over at the Lust Note. The words he wrote and how he described it had happened. He shook his head, feeling horrible. Like he did something wrong. Such a thought grabbed the notebook looking over it quickly.

“Yeah, that had to be some kind of coincidence. Yeah, nothing about that is because of this notebook.”

Spike was imagining a few things as he looked over the Notebook, this Lust Note, and wondered what he could do with it? What was the limits, as he tried to imagine. Spike was still not sure if this thing was real or just his imagination. He was going to need to test it… but the question was, what was he going to do?

This was a question he was going to need to answer and quickly. But who would he try it on to make sure that it actually worked?

Author's Note

Hey there guy's I hope your enjoy this especially after seeing how you guy's got me on the front page thanks well here's chapter two and please let me know what you think. Cause this is going to be an interesting journey, now I wonder who will the Lust note be used on next. I guess we'll find out in the next chapter.