Mesmorized by the people in the odd clothing, neither Buffy nor Spike spoke for at least ten minutes. The silence was finally broken by a timid question coming from Buffy "Wha- what are we supposed to do now...how...why?"
"I'm thinking the exact same thing, love." Spike was utterly baffled. Why the hell was he back here? A newspaper flew by his feet from a nearby news stand and he read the date aloud, "December 14, 1878"
"That's two years before you were turned, right?"
"Suprised you remember." The statement was accompanied with the ever popular eye roll.
"Well duh, Spike, I just learned about it last night....or in this case, what...a hundred years from now?"
"Something like that, yeah." From the corner of his eye Spike noticed Buffy wrap her arms around herself and shiver. "Maybe we should find a nice place for us to stay, let you get warmed up."
"Yeah, but where." Her voice was soft. The sudden realization of what was happening, the blistering cold, and the lack there of the formerly mentioned knowledge was starting to take it's toll on Buffy.
"I guess we could always try home, sweet, home, eh?" Spike began to walk around the house to where he knew the front door was and Buffy followed shortly after.
"What exactly will we say? You don't know me, but I'm the vampire version of you from the future and this is the slayer. We somehow we're thrown in the past and need a place to stay?"
"Along those lines." Spike reached for the gold plated metal knocker with his family name engraved upon it and banged it against the door three times. After a moment the door slowly advanced open and there stood Spike's old butler, Charles. "Hello, my cousin and I have traveled to this fine city of London to stay with our aunt for a few weeks, but we have found that she has forgotten about us and we are left with no place to stay. I was wondering if I might have a word with the master of the house, to see if he might be kind enough to give a couple of strays a place to sleep." Spike traded his cockney accent for the proper one he had abandoned long ago.
"Of course, I shall ring Master William, seeing how his father is away on business today, to come have a word with you." Charles walked back in a closed the door promptly behind him.
"Along those lines, huh? Were you even listening to me?" Buffy who had been quiet until that moment looked over at Spike and asked the question. "He was looking at us funny...did you see that?"
"First off, I was being sarcastic, and secondly it was probably how we were dressed. He probably thinks me some lower class slob wo can't afford a decent pair of clothing and you a prostitute."
"A hooker! Why? These clothes are perfectly fine, modest even!" Buffy was outraged, how could he accuse her of this, after what some people wear, she's practically a nun.
"Not in this time. Actually, not even prostitutes would wear pants, pet. Hate to break it to you." Buffy was about to defend herself once again, when the door opened and a man looking very much like Spike stepped out.
"Umm...He- Hello I am William Moore. Charles has...has informed me that you need a place to stay?" Buffy was a bit suprised, to say the least. William seemed shy, he stuttered and looked towards the ground as he spoke. The complete opposite of Spike, yet the exact same person.
"Oh, yes, I am Alexander Harris. This is my cousin Elizabeth." Spike gestured to Buffy, who in turn was about to burst out laughing. Alexander Harris? Spike was actually stealing Xander's name! Spike on the other hand looked uncomfortable, and tried to hide his face from William so he wouldn't be recognized so soon. Yet, William was not looking at them at all. He continued to stare at the ground, very distressed by the clothing, or lack there of, this girl Elizabeth had on.
"Well, y-you seem like nice enough people. I-I suppose it would cause no harm, w-we do have the extra room after all."
"Thank-you...I would hate to ask you for more, but do you think you could supply a dress for my dear sister here? Her luggage was lost on the ship, and only dress drenched to the bone. What she has left, as you can see, is entirely improper." William tried not took look at Buffy, while Buffy tried desperately to cover her body, now feeling embarrassed by Spike's words.
"Yes, I believe some of my sister's clothing will fit her. Sh-she is away till tomorrow but I doubt she'll mind." William opened the door and gestured for the two to come inside. Buffy was stunned by the house. Sure, it had looked big on the outside, but inside it was even more extravagent. William began to walk away.
"I'll show you to where you'll stay, an- and then we will find you something to wear Ms. Harris." Spike came up close to Buffy's ear and whispered, "Close your mouth, you never know what you might catch in there. We need to follow." He then walked around her and followed after William.
"Spike!" Buffy muttered angrily under her mouth and followed after the two look-alikes.
After climbing a vast amount of stairs they finally reached their destination. "These two are yours." He said while waiving to two doors. "You can make yourselves comfortable, I will go get mother so she can decide on something for you to wear. An- and I suppose if you like, Mr. Harris, you may borrow some of my clothing." William quickly hurried away and dissapeared around a corner.
"Wow." Buffy exclaimed after he left.
"Hey, I know what's coming. You bloody well better not make poke fun at me." Spike spoke before Buffy could get a word in.
"I was not going to! I was just going to say how amazing this house is! You better stop being such a pain in my ass before I stake you and get rid of that little problem." Buffy said in a small venemous whisper, so that William would not hear her words.
"Fine!" Spike spat out.
"Fine!" Buffy spat out right back to him.