Sorry if anything is unclear in this story. Buffy is supposed to be marrying Riley, Spike is her ex-husband, and Angelus is her brother. Hope that clears it up. This chapter should make things a little clearer.
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MRS. SUMMERS: There's so much to do. I don't know how we're going to finish it all. Buffy, when you finish listing those wedding presents--
BUFFY: Mom, if I finish--Oh my God! Look at that thing. Isn't it horrible?
MRS. SUMMERS: Let me see the card. Oh, your father's friends. That explains it all.
DAWN: What is it Buffy?
BUFFY: I think its a lamp of some kind. As far as I'm concerned its garbage. Who are these people, comedians? Clowns? This must be a joke. Hand me that one Dawn.
MRS. SUMMERS: Buffy, don't be so rude about your father's friends and their shared interest in the arts.
BUFFY: Ha. The arts. Dear old Dad and his love for the art of strip--
MRS.SUMMERS: Buffy!
BUFFY: Well I'm glad Riley isn't like that. Mom, isn't Riley the best?
MRS. SUMMERS: Riley is an angel.
BUFFY: Isn't Riley handsome?
MRS. SUMMERS: Riley is handsome.
DAWN: I liked Spike.
BUFFY: Oh really? Well then I guess you better do something to stop this wedding.
DAWN: Really? How?
BUFFY: Get kidnapped by a demon.
DAWN: I could always bribe Angelus' ex-girlfriend Darla. She had that crazy sister too, Drusilla. I think they're the closest to demons around here.
BUFFY: Well good luck with that Dawnie.
DAWN: Mom, why is Buffy so mean about Spike?
MRS. SUMMERS: Well, sweetie, he was pretty mean to her.
DAWN: Did they really get into a fight? Like punching each other?
MRS. SUMMERS: Dawn dear, you better go get ready. Janice should be here soon.
DAWN: Yeah, yeah. No one tells me anything around here.
MRS. SUMMERS: Come on Buffy, let's finish with the gifts.
BUFFY: Mom, do you hear that?
MRS. SUMMERS: Hear what, Buffy?
BUFFY: It sounds like someone whistling. But it couldn't be--
DAWN: Oh my God Spike! You're back!
SPIKE: Why hello Nibblet. How've you been, luv? Miss me?
DAWN: Always. I wish you were still here rather than the ruler of the Kingdom of Boredom.
SPIKE: Riley's that bad, huh?
BUFFY: Actually Spike, he's not. Now, what the hell are you doing here?
DAWN: Mom, Spike is back!
SPIKE: Hello Mrs. Summers. How are you? You look ravishing as usual. And so do you my dear Goldilocks.
BUFFY: Go away Spike. Back to wherever it is you came from. Let them suffer the misery of your presence.
SPIKE: Ouch Blondie. I can't go anywhere. The Bit here says its too horrible without me. I wouldn't want to disappoint the little lady."
BUFFY: Oh no, you can't just walk in here and--
MRS. SUMMERS: Spike, how is Angelus doing?
SPIKE: He's doing fine. It's killing him that he can't be here for the wedding though. I offered to take his place as best man, but--
BUFFY: It's killing me that you are here. And sorry Spikey, but I'm sure Riley would prefer it if his best man were sober.
SPIKE: Uh, yeah. Angelus did send some friends though. I'm sure you'll like 'em.
BUFFY: Wait, Angelus sent people? Who?
SPIKE: A Mr. Harris and a Miss Rosenberg. They're waiting in the sitting room. You really need to let them know which rooms they're going to be staying in.
BUFFY: Staying in?
SPIKE: Yeah, they were so nice to Angelus and when he found out they were going to be in Sunnydale--
BUFFY: You're lying Spike. I can always tell.
SPIKE: Can you now?
BUFFY: Yes. You rub the scar on your eyebrow when you lie. If you weren't so vile, it might be cute. Wait a second! You got a job after the divorce didn't you? You went over to London and worked for Spy Magazine, am I correct?
SPIKE: Oh you remembered that, eh?
BUFFY: Uh huh, and I'll bet these 'friends of Angelus' also happen to be photographers.
SPIKE: Well, actually they do. What a coincidence, huh luv?
BUFFY: I knew you were low Spike, but I never thought you were this low. You--
SPIKE: Ah ah, pet. I used to be afraid of that look. 'The Slayer' I used to call it. The withering glance of a goddess.
MRS. SUMMERS: Come on Dawn. We better go.
DAWN: Mom, no! He might hit her!
BUFFY: I want those people out of my house Spike and you as well. I will not have my wedding day invaded by--
SPIKE: Before you give yourself a heart attack there luv, I have something you might be interested in. A bit of blackmail shall we say.
BUFFY: Oh you..you--
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MRS. SUMMERS: There's so much to do. I don't know how we're going to finish it all. Buffy, when you finish listing those wedding presents--
BUFFY: Mom, if I finish--Oh my God! Look at that thing. Isn't it horrible?
MRS. SUMMERS: Let me see the card. Oh, your father's friends. That explains it all.
DAWN: What is it Buffy?
BUFFY: I think its a lamp of some kind. As far as I'm concerned its garbage. Who are these people, comedians? Clowns? This must be a joke. Hand me that one Dawn.
MRS. SUMMERS: Buffy, don't be so rude about your father's friends and their shared interest in the arts.
BUFFY: Ha. The arts. Dear old Dad and his love for the art of strip--
MRS.SUMMERS: Buffy!
BUFFY: Well I'm glad Riley isn't like that. Mom, isn't Riley the best?
MRS. SUMMERS: Riley is an angel.
BUFFY: Isn't Riley handsome?
MRS. SUMMERS: Riley is handsome.
DAWN: I liked Spike.
BUFFY: Oh really? Well then I guess you better do something to stop this wedding.
DAWN: Really? How?
BUFFY: Get kidnapped by a demon.
DAWN: I could always bribe Angelus' ex-girlfriend Darla. She had that crazy sister too, Drusilla. I think they're the closest to demons around here.
BUFFY: Well good luck with that Dawnie.
DAWN: Mom, why is Buffy so mean about Spike?
MRS. SUMMERS: Well, sweetie, he was pretty mean to her.
DAWN: Did they really get into a fight? Like punching each other?
MRS. SUMMERS: Dawn dear, you better go get ready. Janice should be here soon.
DAWN: Yeah, yeah. No one tells me anything around here.
MRS. SUMMERS: Come on Buffy, let's finish with the gifts.
BUFFY: Mom, do you hear that?
MRS. SUMMERS: Hear what, Buffy?
BUFFY: It sounds like someone whistling. But it couldn't be--
DAWN: Oh my God Spike! You're back!
SPIKE: Why hello Nibblet. How've you been, luv? Miss me?
DAWN: Always. I wish you were still here rather than the ruler of the Kingdom of Boredom.
SPIKE: Riley's that bad, huh?
BUFFY: Actually Spike, he's not. Now, what the hell are you doing here?
DAWN: Mom, Spike is back!
SPIKE: Hello Mrs. Summers. How are you? You look ravishing as usual. And so do you my dear Goldilocks.
BUFFY: Go away Spike. Back to wherever it is you came from. Let them suffer the misery of your presence.
SPIKE: Ouch Blondie. I can't go anywhere. The Bit here says its too horrible without me. I wouldn't want to disappoint the little lady."
BUFFY: Oh no, you can't just walk in here and--
MRS. SUMMERS: Spike, how is Angelus doing?
SPIKE: He's doing fine. It's killing him that he can't be here for the wedding though. I offered to take his place as best man, but--
BUFFY: It's killing me that you are here. And sorry Spikey, but I'm sure Riley would prefer it if his best man were sober.
SPIKE: Uh, yeah. Angelus did send some friends though. I'm sure you'll like 'em.
BUFFY: Wait, Angelus sent people? Who?
SPIKE: A Mr. Harris and a Miss Rosenberg. They're waiting in the sitting room. You really need to let them know which rooms they're going to be staying in.
BUFFY: Staying in?
SPIKE: Yeah, they were so nice to Angelus and when he found out they were going to be in Sunnydale--
BUFFY: You're lying Spike. I can always tell.
SPIKE: Can you now?
BUFFY: Yes. You rub the scar on your eyebrow when you lie. If you weren't so vile, it might be cute. Wait a second! You got a job after the divorce didn't you? You went over to London and worked for Spy Magazine, am I correct?
SPIKE: Oh you remembered that, eh?
BUFFY: Uh huh, and I'll bet these 'friends of Angelus' also happen to be photographers.
SPIKE: Well, actually they do. What a coincidence, huh luv?
BUFFY: I knew you were low Spike, but I never thought you were this low. You--
SPIKE: Ah ah, pet. I used to be afraid of that look. 'The Slayer' I used to call it. The withering glance of a goddess.
MRS. SUMMERS: Come on Dawn. We better go.
DAWN: Mom, no! He might hit her!
BUFFY: I want those people out of my house Spike and you as well. I will not have my wedding day invaded by--
SPIKE: Before you give yourself a heart attack there luv, I have something you might be interested in. A bit of blackmail shall we say.
BUFFY: Oh you..you--