Title: the Night Before Christmas Buffy Style
By PNS*
Notes: What can I say? I'm nuts!
It was Spike's Night Before Christmas
And All through the lair
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a vamp with blond hair
the stockings were hung by a long coat with care
In hopes a stake totin Slayer soon would be there
The vamp was snuggled cold in his bed
While visions of Buffy danced in his head
Other vamps with their pray in a trap
Had just settled down for a quick Christmas nap
When out in the graveyard there arose such a clatter
Spike sprang from his bed to see what was the matter
Away to the door he flew like a flash
And Was out under the moon with a dash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a girl accompanied by her friends dressed as reindeer,
With a body so nimble and hair so blond and fluffy,
He knew in a moment it must be the Slayer Buffy.
Faster and stronger than vampires she came,
She whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Willow! now, Tara! now, Xander and Giley!
On, Dawn! on Cordy! on, Joyce and on Riley!
To the top of the tomb! to the top of the gatewall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As stakes that before the frenzied fight tense,
When met with an obstacle they teetered on the fence,
So up to the tombstone the Scooby Gang flew,
With handfuls of weapons and a feeling of mischief too.
And then with sigh Spike jumped out of the door
As there landed a pile of teenagers galore
As he drew out his fangs, and was turning around,
Buffy jumped towards him with a bound
She was dressed all trendy, from her head to her bootlike shoes,
Spike knew there was no time to lose
A Dream and a wish and a heart pounding whack
She looked like all business opening her pack.
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her face how it laughed
This was her game, her job, her craft
Her sultry little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the teeth that she showed were as white as the snow;
Her body was supple and Spike wanted her bad,
She laughed in his face and called him sad
He wanted to bite and he'd had quite enough,
"Let's get this over, Santa's bringing me stuff."
She danced even closer on the Christmas Eve
And turned him on with a tug of his sleeve
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon told Spike he had nothing to dread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And fucked him quite hard and pulled away with a jerk,
Warning him to keep it a secret
Went back to her friends with a reassuring pet
She sprang over the fence, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all pranced like a nancy of a thistle.
He heard him exclaim, ere she disappeared out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to Spike, I'll Rock you again tomorrow night."