Title: Adventures of Spike the Christmas Kitten- (Part 3-Dec. 25)

Author: Vampy

E-mail: Vampybaby619@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After the magic fiasco with Rack, Willow turns to baking as a distraction, Buffy is still denying her addiction/attraction to Spike, and Spike is, well...you'll see.

Distribution: You want it? Take it! Just drop me a line and let me know where it's going.

Disclaimer: Not mine...Joss' and UPN's

Author's Note: I know this took a while to get out and I'm sorry...I was sick ok?! My Spike-bot was taking care of me and I got rather distracted...you know how THAT is!

 

December 25...Eleven O'clock.

 

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that Spike was a vampire turned kitten because they left him sulking by the tree and he had dozed off like cats do. When he woke up it was around eleven and there were funny noises coming from upstairs...worried about his Slayer/mistress, he bounded up the stairs, stumbling every few steps because his kitten legs were too short to clear each step completely. There was light coming from under the door and he approached it cautiously and scratched at the door...no answer. Spike started to get worried so he meowed...and still nothing. Praying that nothing was wrong he nudged the door open with his head and peered inside. Buffy was lying on her bed asleep, and in her hand was the necklace he had given her. Spike hopped up onto the bed knowing he wouldn't disturb the sleeping girl. He crawled up the bed towards her face and nuzzled her cheek, Buffy flung her arm over him and sighed contently in her sleep...Spike however, panicked...he was trapped. Spike squirmed and wriggled but couldn't free himself from under the Slayer's arm. He mentally sighed; it was useless so he might as well make himself comfortable. He snuggled into the crook of Buffy's arm and fell asleep listening to her heartbeat. Spike's sleep didn't last long however because he was awakened by a bright light...

 

"What the bloody hell?" he said, coming fully awake. His eyes widened is surprise when he saw the hand that blocked the light...it was his own and the light he was looking at was the light of the moon...he was outside Buffy's house.

 

"Merry Christmas, William!" came a booming voice from above him. Spike looked up and was greeted by the sight of a man all too familiar...

 

"You've got to be bloody kidding me!" Spike said incredulously. He closed his eyes, rubbed them, then opened them again...nope, he was still standing there.

 

"What? You act as if you've never seen Santa Claus before" said the fat man in the red suit standing over him. Santa offered Spike his hand, Spike hesitated looking the man over for the 50th time that moment, then took it.

 

"Yeah, mate. The Slayer has finally driven you batty if you're seeing Father Christmas" he muttered to himself, standing. Santa raised an eyebrow at the blonde vampire.

 

"Talk to yourself often?" he asked.

 

"Not since I fell in love wi' 'er" said Spike pointing toward the house. Santa chuckled.

 

"I must say I was surprised when I received YOUR letter, William" said Santa "You've been on my naughty list for quite some time."

 

"S'right! I'm bad!" said Spike "Wait, if I'm on the naughty side of your list what are you doing 'ere?"

 

"Well as of late you've been not-so-naughty...helping, I mean loving the Slayer and all" Santa said.

 

"That's not true! I'm plenty naughty! Ask the girls at OGD!" said Spike, indignantly. Santa raised another eyebrow at the mention of the Spike Sinners and made a mental note to deal with them later.

 

"Right. That's why you're a fluffy, cuddly, sweet kitten who's sleeping in the Slayer's bed" Santa replied. If Spike was alive he could have blushed...

 

"You mean I'm not fixed?" he asked. Santa shook his head the waved his hand. They were standing in Buffy's room. Spike saw his kitten self curled up and asleep next to Buffy.

 

"What's all this then? The "Powers" got something in store for me?" asked Spike, staring at Buffy's beautiful sleeping face.

 

"She loves you, whether she admits it or not...Mrs. Claus is taking care of that but for you...you have a choice...you already have the strength to love the Slayer but do you have the strength to change your ways?" asked Santa.

 

"She'll never have me...and I can't change who I am! I refuse to be a bleedin' saint like her ensouled lap dog" said Spike, turning away from the scene on the bed.

 

"We're not talking a soul...we're not asking you to go white hat. We're asking you to turn grey hat...those are the ones that are rooted in darkness but choose to be good. You can have your darkness but we want you to embrace the light...she can help you." said Santa, gesturing to Buffy.

 

"And if I choose not to?" asked Spike.

 

"Then you live and die a feline...not here with Buffy but out in the world alone" Santa replied sadly. Somewhere a clock started to bong the hour...it was midnight...Christmas Day.

 

bong

 

"Hurry, William. You don't have much time"

 

bong

 

"I can't...She won't have me! I know she won't!"

 

bong

 

"She will! My wife could convince Lucifer to buy central air conditioning!"

 

bong

 

"I'm a thing, a gross, disgusting thing like she said"

 

bong

 

"A man can change! You said it yourself!"

 

bong

 

"I'm not a man!"

 

bong

 

"For God sake boy, don't you know a good thing when it's staring you in the face?!"

 

bong

 

"I-I can't! I'm evil!"

 

bong

 

"Like Lestat said 'Evil is point of view'."

 

bong

 

"You read Anne Rice?"

 

bong

 

"Use your head, Boy! Is being evil worth living and dying as a mangy cat?!"

 

bong

 

"I'm not a mangy cat! Alright I'll do it, I'll change!" shouted Spike.

 

"It's too late William..." said Santa, fading away...

 

"No! I can change! I can change!" yelled Spike.

 

"Spike! Spike, wake up you bleached bloodsucker!" shouted Buffy, shaking the vampire in her bed.

 

"Santa no! I-huh?" said Spike, shooting up in bed.

 

"Santa? Being a kitty sure fried your brains and...Spike!" Buffy exclaimed.

 

"What?" he asked, looking in awe at his hands, which were no longer paws.

 

"You're naked a-and in my bed...Why are you naked and in my bed?" Buffy stuttered. Spike smiled.

 

"Because you love me" he replied matter of factly. Buffy sputtered for a few moments...

 

"I don't love-mmph" Buffy tried to reply. She was stopped by Spike's kiss, she wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss...right at the moment Willow decided to walk into the room carrying a tray of Christmas tree shaped pancakes.

 

"Merry Christmas, Buffy! I-Oh Goddess!" she yelled, dropping the tray. The two on the bed broke apart and had the decency to look ashamed.

 

"You a-and Spike...naked...bed. I-I think I need to go make some chocolate chip cookies now" said Willow turning on her heel and walking out. Buffy giggled...

 

"You broke, Willow!" she said, laughing. Spike shrugged.

 

"The chit shouldn't have turned me into a bleeding kitten...s'her fault she saw my naughty bits" Spike replied, reaching for the Slayer. She jumped out of the bed and out of his reach.

 

"Uh huh. Well keep your naughty bits to yourself for now, I have a witch to calm down" said Buffy, getting dressed. Spike pouted as she went for the door.

 

"Coming?" she called over her shoulder, tossing him a pair of her dad's old pajama bottoms. He slid into the pants, and in a flash had her pinned against the wall.

 

"Of course, but ladies first...I'm a gentleman you know" said Spike, before kissing her deeply. He broke away and caressed her face.

 

"Merry Christmas, Slayer"

 

"Merry Christmas...Kitty-Cat" Buffy replied. She ruffled his already mussed hair and took off downstairs.

 

"Slayer you are so dead!" said Spike taking off after her. Unbeknownst to the pair, they were being watched...

 

"What did I tell you Mr. Claus...made for each other"

 

"That they are Mrs. Claus...that they are"

 

END