Part 11
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXAMATELY 17 HOURS LEFT)
Buffy sighed as she tossed yet another book on the floor. "I'm tired of this, and extremely hungry, since now that I think about it, we haven't eaten yet. We really should do that now," Buffy instructed, standing up and going to the kitchen where she'd placed the food. The guys followed closely behind, having noticed they were also starved.
She opened up the refrigerator, and tossed two bags of blood out, one caught by Spike, the other by Angel, they looked at each other and shrugged. Walking to the cupboards Angel pulled out two glasses, and handed one to Spike. They both poured them into their glasses, but Spike first went to microwave his before drinking, still preferring that to cold blood.
Buffy, meanwhile, had gotten her Skippy peanut butter and Welch's jelly out to make her sandwich. She went and grabbed a knife, and got two pieces of bread out of the bag, then soon went to spreading.
Spike sat down at the table, joining Angel, and was happily drinking, and Buffy had grabbed herself a Mountain Dew after finishing with her sandwich, and sat across from him, next to Angel.
Buffy ended up making another, and getting a second MD. Angel and Spike both got another bag of blood, and then when they were done, they all went back to the living room, where the books currently live(g extra credit point for those of you who get that last comment).
Buffy slumped against the couch back, yawning loudly, forcing her eyes to go open every time they fell shut. "I guess not even two Mountain Dew's can make up for so much lack of sleep," she murmured, stretching lazily, and falling to lay length wise, putting her feet where Angel had been about to sit.
Spike and Angel made eye contact, Spike nodded, and nudged his head towards the bedroom, then mouthed, 'You, too.' Angel shook his head side to side, and lied, "No, I'm okay." Spike rolled his eyes, and spoke, "Just go to bed, so we can stop wasting time." Buffy who had fallen asleep slightly, shook and open her eyes, "Hmm?" Angel sighed, "Fine," he then scooped Buffy into his arms, glad to hear her sigh contentedly.
Angel made their way through the door, and by the time he made it to the bed, she was already asleep. He smiled at her sleeping form, and gently laid her down, shut off the light, then climbed in with her. At the realization of him in the bed near her, she rolled over and curled up against his body. He grinned, wrapping his arm around her, already feeling sleep descend on him.
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXAMATELY 17 HOURS LEFT)
Buffy sighed as she tossed yet another book on the floor. "I'm tired of this, and extremely hungry, since now that I think about it, we haven't eaten yet. We really should do that now," Buffy instructed, standing up and going to the kitchen where she'd placed the food. The guys followed closely behind, having noticed they were also starved.
She opened up the refrigerator, and tossed two bags of blood out, one caught by Spike, the other by Angel, they looked at each other and shrugged. Walking to the cupboards Angel pulled out two glasses, and handed one to Spike. They both poured them into their glasses, but Spike first went to microwave his before drinking, still preferring that to cold blood.
Buffy, meanwhile, had gotten her Skippy peanut butter and Welch's jelly out to make her sandwich. She went and grabbed a knife, and got two pieces of bread out of the bag, then soon went to spreading.
Spike sat down at the table, joining Angel, and was happily drinking, and Buffy had grabbed herself a Mountain Dew after finishing with her sandwich, and sat across from him, next to Angel.
Buffy ended up making another, and getting a second MD. Angel and Spike both got another bag of blood, and then when they were done, they all went back to the living room, where the books currently live(g extra credit point for those of you who get that last comment).
Buffy slumped against the couch back, yawning loudly, forcing her eyes to go open every time they fell shut. "I guess not even two Mountain Dew's can make up for so much lack of sleep," she murmured, stretching lazily, and falling to lay length wise, putting her feet where Angel had been about to sit.
Spike and Angel made eye contact, Spike nodded, and nudged his head towards the bedroom, then mouthed, 'You, too.' Angel shook his head side to side, and lied, "No, I'm okay." Spike rolled his eyes, and spoke, "Just go to bed, so we can stop wasting time." Buffy who had fallen asleep slightly, shook and open her eyes, "Hmm?" Angel sighed, "Fine," he then scooped Buffy into his arms, glad to hear her sigh contentedly.
Angel made their way through the door, and by the time he made it to the bed, she was already asleep. He smiled at her sleeping form, and gently laid her down, shut off the light, then climbed in with her. At the realization of him in the bed near her, she rolled over and curled up against his body. He grinned, wrapping his arm around her, already feeling sleep descend on him.