Spike stared at the box of conversation hearts and the bouquet of roses in is hand. He desperately wanted to give Buffy the 50 cent candy and flowers, as today was Valentines day.
The vampire had a dilemma however. If he gave it to her, it would make him seem like a over-romanticized poof. And he did not want that, so he resolved to give it to her secretly.
Spike sat in his crypt, watching reruns of passions throughout the rest of the day. There was a knock at his door, "Spike?" a voice called. It was Buffy. If Spike's heart could beat it would be racing.
"Yeah? What the hell do you want?" Something small hit the back of his head, with more force than he deemed necessary. "Hey!?" Spike picked up the object. It was a chocolate foil heart. "What the bloody hell is this?" Spike was singing inside.
Buffy scowled. "It's chocolate. Happy Valentines day you ungrateful jerk." The slayer stormed out of the crypt.
Buffy woke up the next day and discovered a box of those chalky hearts and a bouquet of white roses on her outside window pane.
The vampire had a dilemma however. If he gave it to her, it would make him seem like a over-romanticized poof. And he did not want that, so he resolved to give it to her secretly.
Spike sat in his crypt, watching reruns of passions throughout the rest of the day. There was a knock at his door, "Spike?" a voice called. It was Buffy. If Spike's heart could beat it would be racing.
"Yeah? What the hell do you want?" Something small hit the back of his head, with more force than he deemed necessary. "Hey!?" Spike picked up the object. It was a chocolate foil heart. "What the bloody hell is this?" Spike was singing inside.
Buffy scowled. "It's chocolate. Happy Valentines day you ungrateful jerk." The slayer stormed out of the crypt.
Buffy woke up the next day and discovered a box of those chalky hearts and a bouquet of white roses on her outside window pane.
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Even my drabbles are too short...