The Wedding Invitation

The Spanish Wedding

Part 3

The sun was setting in Sunnydale. It set very early this time of year, it was January, and the vamps liked it and hated it at the same time. They were able to go out hunting earlier, but on the other hand, not that many people wanted to be out in 30 degree weather, and turtlenecks were a bitch, try to tear out a throat with one of them things on, Spike thought. However, he was not like most vampires. He was out, looking for trouble, a good fight to get him going, at least that's what he told himself. He knew the real reason he was out, walking up and down Revello Drive.

"I can't believe she kissed me", he said out loud to himself. "I mean, yeah she's kissed me before, I mean there was the witch's spell we were under, but that's all that was, a spell. There was the time that I saved the Nibblet from that hell god bitch, and got my arse kicked good and proper, but that was more of a pity kiss than a real kiss. But last night, I dunno, it seemed different. She was also acting strangely last night."

He decided that the best thing to do was to just go and ask Buffy himself. He made a quick turn and started heading for house number 16, when a big van with the name of Maria Conceta's Wedding Designs pulled into the driveway.

"Well what do you know, looks like the ex-demons having some sort of Spanish wedding, I'm actually glad I'm not invited to that", he said, thinking back to a time many years ago when he was in Spain with Dru, times he would like to forget. "Maybe I'll stick around, I mean a Slayer in a dress, this I've got to see."

Thinking of Anya's wedding led Spike's thoughts back to the time when he and Buffy were to be wed. He remembered how they argued over the wedding invitations, and whether it should be a day or night service. He would have had a day wedding service even if it meant honeymooning as a big pile of dust; he would do anything to make her happy. Even though it was only the spell talking, he would've, and to this day, he still would.

"C'mon Spike, let's not brood like that old grandsire of yours, let's go see what trouble can be caused at the Summer's home tonight." And with that, he headed for the back door of the Summers' home and let himself in.

End part 3