Chapter 2: Dinner
But she wanted to know. "What do you mean that I 'don't need to know'?" Buffy asked. She was confused.
"He's a shopkeeper, love. There's no sense conversing with that kind, unless of course, you're the customer," Christopher explained coolly.
If that was the case, then that could only mean that Mr. Eden was one of the more prominent people. *And very snobby to be saying that stuff,* Buffy thought to herself, a tad bit disgusted at his answer.
Christopher continued to say, "Besides, he's got quite a crush on my sister. Though I don't blame him for that."
Buffy just nodded and continued to walk on with Mr. Eden. The stopped when they reached a very large mansion. Buffy had to blink to make sure it was really that big. It looked like one of those places where tons of balls and parties were held.
*No wonder this guy was so snobby. If I lived like this, I'd probably be snobby too,* Buffy thought, amazed as she walked up to this structure.
"This is my home," he said as they entered the mansion. "Just follow me, and I'll show you where you can stay." He motioned for her to follow him.
They traveled up a double staircase, of which Buffy was awed over. When she reached her room, she had a look of shock and surprise on her face. It was completely beautiful. There was a huge bed with curtains, but to her dislike, the sheets were red. So was the rest of the room. But she couldn't complain. The furniture was exquisitely detailed, each curtain folded in the right way, every piece of furniture and decorative item placed in the perfect place.
"I'm sorry it's not one of the best rooms in the house, but it's perfectly livable. Please, make yourself comfortable. Just to let you know, you can stay as long as you need to. The butler should be up shortly to let you know that dinner is ready," Christopher said. Then he nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
*So this is how the big, rich people in 19th century England lived. So much for history class,* she thought. *What am I going to do until dinner?*
Buffy took a seat on the bed, which wasn't as comfortable as it looked. It was hard, stiff. Not something she could possible cuddle up in.
Her thoughts suddenly went to those of the man in the bookshop. He looked so familiar to her, but she just couldn't think of who he reminded her of. Really, who *could* she find familiar in 19th century England? Giles was old, but definitely not *that*old.
There was a soft knocking on her door.
"Come in."
A man with a serious, straight face popped his head in the room. "Dinner Miss Bianca," he said.
"Okay... I mean, sure... I mean, I'll be down shortly," Buffy stammered. They must think that she was one strange bird, speaking the way she did.
A few moments later, Buffy made her way down the stairs and into the dining room. It was also a very large, very decorative room. Candles lit the dinner table, where two men, two women, and a little boy sat. There was one empty seat next to the younger one of the two women. Assuming that was her seat, Buffy made herself comfortable.
As soon as she sat down, the men stood up, noting her presence.
"So you are the young lady my son saved," the older man said. He was apparently Christopher's father.
"Father, she just fell. I was there to help her up," Christopher explained.
"Oh you're still a hero," he said to his son, adding a jolly laugh. "So what is your name young lady?"
"Bianca," Buffy replied with a nervous smile. After she said her name, everyone just stared at her. It took her a moment to realize they were waiting for her last name. "Sum... ford. Bianca Sumford," she said.
Christopher got a quizzical look on his face. "Sumford... That name, ah yes. The Sumford family, northern England, correct?"
"Y- Yes," Buffy said, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Wonderful. You're welcome to stay as long as you need Bianca," the father said, smiling. "Let me introduce you to my family." He pointed first to the woman sitting next to him. "This is my wife, Charlotte." The next was the little boy sitting next to her. "My son, Harold." And then the girl next to the boy. "And this is my daughter, Cecily."
*Cecily?!* Buffy thought in amazement. She looked at the girl more closely. She had dark brown hair, a slim figure, and big, brown puppy-dog eyes. Cecily was beautiful, but she had the air of a little spoiled rich- girl around her. Her nose was constantly turned up, and she had the "I'm better than you" attitude. What a snob.
"I'm John, and you know my son, Christopher," the father finished.
"It's... Thank you. Pleased to meet everybody," Buffy stammered out, yet again. She was more preoccupied with eyeing Cecily. She couldn't be... could she?
The father, John, continued with what he seemed to be speaking about before Buffy came down. "Tomorrow, Christopher, I need you to stop by the bookshop for me. I want your sister to come along. She needs to pick up the fabric for her new dress," he said.
Cecily frowned and whined, "Daddy! No! That means..."
Christopher laughed wildly. "You're going to see William!"
*William?* Buffy thought, apparently surprised. The man in the bookshop. The familiarity. The chiseled face. Cecily. It hit her right there. *SPIKE?!*
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To be continued...
Hope you like. The first three chapters are done. Stay tuned, okay?
But she wanted to know. "What do you mean that I 'don't need to know'?" Buffy asked. She was confused.
"He's a shopkeeper, love. There's no sense conversing with that kind, unless of course, you're the customer," Christopher explained coolly.
If that was the case, then that could only mean that Mr. Eden was one of the more prominent people. *And very snobby to be saying that stuff,* Buffy thought to herself, a tad bit disgusted at his answer.
Christopher continued to say, "Besides, he's got quite a crush on my sister. Though I don't blame him for that."
Buffy just nodded and continued to walk on with Mr. Eden. The stopped when they reached a very large mansion. Buffy had to blink to make sure it was really that big. It looked like one of those places where tons of balls and parties were held.
*No wonder this guy was so snobby. If I lived like this, I'd probably be snobby too,* Buffy thought, amazed as she walked up to this structure.
"This is my home," he said as they entered the mansion. "Just follow me, and I'll show you where you can stay." He motioned for her to follow him.
They traveled up a double staircase, of which Buffy was awed over. When she reached her room, she had a look of shock and surprise on her face. It was completely beautiful. There was a huge bed with curtains, but to her dislike, the sheets were red. So was the rest of the room. But she couldn't complain. The furniture was exquisitely detailed, each curtain folded in the right way, every piece of furniture and decorative item placed in the perfect place.
"I'm sorry it's not one of the best rooms in the house, but it's perfectly livable. Please, make yourself comfortable. Just to let you know, you can stay as long as you need to. The butler should be up shortly to let you know that dinner is ready," Christopher said. Then he nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
*So this is how the big, rich people in 19th century England lived. So much for history class,* she thought. *What am I going to do until dinner?*
Buffy took a seat on the bed, which wasn't as comfortable as it looked. It was hard, stiff. Not something she could possible cuddle up in.
Her thoughts suddenly went to those of the man in the bookshop. He looked so familiar to her, but she just couldn't think of who he reminded her of. Really, who *could* she find familiar in 19th century England? Giles was old, but definitely not *that*old.
There was a soft knocking on her door.
"Come in."
A man with a serious, straight face popped his head in the room. "Dinner Miss Bianca," he said.
"Okay... I mean, sure... I mean, I'll be down shortly," Buffy stammered. They must think that she was one strange bird, speaking the way she did.
A few moments later, Buffy made her way down the stairs and into the dining room. It was also a very large, very decorative room. Candles lit the dinner table, where two men, two women, and a little boy sat. There was one empty seat next to the younger one of the two women. Assuming that was her seat, Buffy made herself comfortable.
As soon as she sat down, the men stood up, noting her presence.
"So you are the young lady my son saved," the older man said. He was apparently Christopher's father.
"Father, she just fell. I was there to help her up," Christopher explained.
"Oh you're still a hero," he said to his son, adding a jolly laugh. "So what is your name young lady?"
"Bianca," Buffy replied with a nervous smile. After she said her name, everyone just stared at her. It took her a moment to realize they were waiting for her last name. "Sum... ford. Bianca Sumford," she said.
Christopher got a quizzical look on his face. "Sumford... That name, ah yes. The Sumford family, northern England, correct?"
"Y- Yes," Buffy said, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Wonderful. You're welcome to stay as long as you need Bianca," the father said, smiling. "Let me introduce you to my family." He pointed first to the woman sitting next to him. "This is my wife, Charlotte." The next was the little boy sitting next to her. "My son, Harold." And then the girl next to the boy. "And this is my daughter, Cecily."
*Cecily?!* Buffy thought in amazement. She looked at the girl more closely. She had dark brown hair, a slim figure, and big, brown puppy-dog eyes. Cecily was beautiful, but she had the air of a little spoiled rich- girl around her. Her nose was constantly turned up, and she had the "I'm better than you" attitude. What a snob.
"I'm John, and you know my son, Christopher," the father finished.
"It's... Thank you. Pleased to meet everybody," Buffy stammered out, yet again. She was more preoccupied with eyeing Cecily. She couldn't be... could she?
The father, John, continued with what he seemed to be speaking about before Buffy came down. "Tomorrow, Christopher, I need you to stop by the bookshop for me. I want your sister to come along. She needs to pick up the fabric for her new dress," he said.
Cecily frowned and whined, "Daddy! No! That means..."
Christopher laughed wildly. "You're going to see William!"
*William?* Buffy thought, apparently surprised. The man in the bookshop. The familiarity. The chiseled face. Cecily. It hit her right there. *SPIKE?!*
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To be continued...
Hope you like. The first three chapters are done. Stay tuned, okay?