DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters; Joss Whedon is the genius
here. I only write stories.
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered from the corner of his mouth as he removed his cigarette from his two pursed lips and flicked it to the ground, grinding it with his booted heel.
He had been standing outside of Buffy's new place of residence for the past three hours trying to muster up enough strength to tell her he was back...
...even though he had killed himself in order to save the world, but that was beside the point.
He shook his head as he began pacing about in the shadows, shaking his shoulders and coaxing himself.
"C'mon, Spike. Buffy'll love it if ya' barge in there like a bloody knight in a parade."
He shook his head, lighting up another smoke and inhaling the nicotine as it calmed his shot nerves.
He shrugged, "Oh what the hell," he said somberly as he walked the stone pathway to the large, looming door ahead of him.
He cleared his throat, raising a clenched fist to the door and knocking softly.
Clearing his throat, he practiced his lines before the door was answered.
"Hey, Buffy. I'm back from the dead...Surprise!"
* * *
"I'm gonna get something to drink. Anybody want anything?"
Buffy hopped up from the couch as she turned to the gang, her thumbs hung through her belt loops.
It was Friday, Movie Night for the gang. "Old School" flashed across the screen causing raucous laughter to be reverberated around the house.
"Coke, please," Dawn stated, popping a few kernels of popcorn in her mouth.
"Umm...w-water's good," Andrew stuttered, looking at her for a short moment and turning back to the screen.
"I'm good, thanks," Willow had said, flashing Buffy a sweet smile. "Want some help?"
"Sure," Buffy said, motioning to her with gratitude as Willow stood to join her in the kitchen.
"Hey! Hey you two! Blocking the screen here!"
Xander shouted, looking to his two best friends and shaking his hands.
"You know better then that." Willow and Buffy laughed, shaking their heads as they moved out of Xander's view.
Their friend had never truly grown up, although something had died in him when Anya was killed.
"Better?" Willow asked, leaning her head onto Buffy's shoulder as she waited for his response.
"Want anything?" Buffy had asked at the same time as Willow.
Xander had turned back to the screen, refusing to take his eyes off it again.
"Oh, yeah, another bag of cheesy chips." He said, holding up the bag to show Buffy and tossing it to the ground afterward.
Buffy raised her eyebrows at him, shaking her head.
"Uh, Xander, you ate the last one."
"No, there's another bag hidden behind the raisins."
"We're on it," Buffy sighed, nudging Willow's head off of her shoulder and moving off to the kitchen.
Willow laughed as she followed, rolling her eyes at Xander's immaturity.
Of course, that was one of the many reasons Buffy and Willow loved him so much.
"Dawn, your sister's tryin' to Bogart the cheesy chips...Just like your mom did that one time. What's that all about?"
* * *
"How does he find out about all this stuff?"
Buffy asked, giggles tumbling out of her body.
Willow shrugged, laughing as well. Together, they began to gather the items (even the cheesy chips) and carry them out to the bunch.
It was these kinds of nights when she was glad to have her best friends there with her always. They were her support structure, and she was grateful for them.
These nights were also the nights when she missed her old lover, Spike, the most.
Balancing a glass of Coke for her sister in one hand and a glass of Diet Coke for herself in the other, she made her way back to the living room where chuckles were sounding as she heard Will Ferrell scream.
She smiled, nearly to her couch went she heard a soft knock at the door.
"I'll get it," she said, handing the coke to Dawn as she turned on her heel to receive the visitor.
Combing her hair back with her hand, she opened the door.
All she could remember was the sight of Spike's face...
...the sound of breaking glass as she dropped her Diet Coke...
...and the feeling as her head hit the clean, hard-wood floor.
Please review, I would like to at least get two reviews before I post the next chapter (although I will settle for one or none ^.^ )
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered from the corner of his mouth as he removed his cigarette from his two pursed lips and flicked it to the ground, grinding it with his booted heel.
He had been standing outside of Buffy's new place of residence for the past three hours trying to muster up enough strength to tell her he was back...
...even though he had killed himself in order to save the world, but that was beside the point.
He shook his head as he began pacing about in the shadows, shaking his shoulders and coaxing himself.
"C'mon, Spike. Buffy'll love it if ya' barge in there like a bloody knight in a parade."
He shook his head, lighting up another smoke and inhaling the nicotine as it calmed his shot nerves.
He shrugged, "Oh what the hell," he said somberly as he walked the stone pathway to the large, looming door ahead of him.
He cleared his throat, raising a clenched fist to the door and knocking softly.
Clearing his throat, he practiced his lines before the door was answered.
"Hey, Buffy. I'm back from the dead...Surprise!"
* * *
"I'm gonna get something to drink. Anybody want anything?"
Buffy hopped up from the couch as she turned to the gang, her thumbs hung through her belt loops.
It was Friday, Movie Night for the gang. "Old School" flashed across the screen causing raucous laughter to be reverberated around the house.
"Coke, please," Dawn stated, popping a few kernels of popcorn in her mouth.
"Umm...w-water's good," Andrew stuttered, looking at her for a short moment and turning back to the screen.
"I'm good, thanks," Willow had said, flashing Buffy a sweet smile. "Want some help?"
"Sure," Buffy said, motioning to her with gratitude as Willow stood to join her in the kitchen.
"Hey! Hey you two! Blocking the screen here!"
Xander shouted, looking to his two best friends and shaking his hands.
"You know better then that." Willow and Buffy laughed, shaking their heads as they moved out of Xander's view.
Their friend had never truly grown up, although something had died in him when Anya was killed.
"Better?" Willow asked, leaning her head onto Buffy's shoulder as she waited for his response.
"Want anything?" Buffy had asked at the same time as Willow.
Xander had turned back to the screen, refusing to take his eyes off it again.
"Oh, yeah, another bag of cheesy chips." He said, holding up the bag to show Buffy and tossing it to the ground afterward.
Buffy raised her eyebrows at him, shaking her head.
"Uh, Xander, you ate the last one."
"No, there's another bag hidden behind the raisins."
"We're on it," Buffy sighed, nudging Willow's head off of her shoulder and moving off to the kitchen.
Willow laughed as she followed, rolling her eyes at Xander's immaturity.
Of course, that was one of the many reasons Buffy and Willow loved him so much.
"Dawn, your sister's tryin' to Bogart the cheesy chips...Just like your mom did that one time. What's that all about?"
* * *
"How does he find out about all this stuff?"
Buffy asked, giggles tumbling out of her body.
Willow shrugged, laughing as well. Together, they began to gather the items (even the cheesy chips) and carry them out to the bunch.
It was these kinds of nights when she was glad to have her best friends there with her always. They were her support structure, and she was grateful for them.
These nights were also the nights when she missed her old lover, Spike, the most.
Balancing a glass of Coke for her sister in one hand and a glass of Diet Coke for herself in the other, she made her way back to the living room where chuckles were sounding as she heard Will Ferrell scream.
She smiled, nearly to her couch went she heard a soft knock at the door.
"I'll get it," she said, handing the coke to Dawn as she turned on her heel to receive the visitor.
Combing her hair back with her hand, she opened the door.
All she could remember was the sight of Spike's face...
...the sound of breaking glass as she dropped her Diet Coke...
...and the feeling as her head hit the clean, hard-wood floor.
Please review, I would like to at least get two reviews before I post the next chapter (although I will settle for one or none ^.^ )