Title: Changes
Author: Thalisirwen
Disclaimer: Joss is God, these are his characters, they belong to him and the lovely people at Mutant Enemy.
Rating: PG-13
'Ship: A mild ref to Xander/Anya, Buffy/Riley, and Willow/Tara; and of course, lots of Spike/[Read on to find out!!]
Timing: End of season four.
Summary: Buffy and the scoobies are at Giles' house, celebrating the death of Adam. A little later, they get a surprise visitor. Buffy has practically had enough of Riley, her thoughts have turned to Xander.
Notes: The eppy with the cheese-man dreams didn't happen.
* * = stress, = thoughts.
Dedicated to: Slayer Spike and Nightvixen, for being great beta-readers, the list moms for uniting us Spike obssesers across the globe!
WARNING!: This fic is kinda anti-Riley.
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Drunken Celebrations
"Hey Buff! Grab me another beer while you're out there!!" Xander seemed in a very good mood.
Buffy thought sulkily. Buffy cast a glance back into Giles' living room, where Riley was gulping down *another* beer.
Giles sat slumped in an armchair. The recent battle with Adam had brought back all the memories of Jenny Calendar. How he'd found her, dead on his bed. The memory would haunt him forever. Giles grimaced and poured himself another large Scotch, draining the glass in seconds.
Suddenly, the front door swung open.
"Allo scoobies!" Spike grinned as he slammed the door shut. "I 'eard you were 'avin a party."
"Don't you ever knock?" Giles was still sober enough to moan at the blond.
"You *invited* me in, don't forget it." Spike replied, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "Why don't you have another drink, Ripper?" He handed him a bottle of beer. "Er, thank you Spike." Giles took a large swig from the bottle. he lied to himself.
Spike felt a light tap on his shoulder, and turned to see.. "Slayer! I am *honoured*." I hoped she'd be here. He did an elaborate bow in front of her. Buffy went red.
"Spike, you better not be here to cause trouble." Buffy said, "Or you'll be meeting the end of this" She brought out a large wooden stake.
"Look slayer, I'm here for the party. I *did* bring beer," Buffy went to protest "*And* I got some of that non-alcoholic crap too." The slayer went silent at looked up at the Spike with a little less disapproval than before. "But of course I *could* just go home and drink it all by myself." Spike waved a half-empty beer box in her face. He mentally chuckled.
Buffy looked up at him. "Okay Spike, you can stay" she sighed. she consoled herself with that thought as she sipped from the bottle he'd handed her.
----A few hours later----
Giles pulled himself up, then started to drunkenly stagger towards the stairs, much to the amusement of the scoobies. Then he tripped over the rug, and ended up flat on his face, in a drunken stupor. Buffy laughed out loud, still clutching a bottle, then fell on the floor, still laughing.
Spike grinned at the sight before him.
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1897
"Come on, where is she?!" An angry blond vampire stepped out of the shadows, game face on.
"Honestly, I don't know!" the man looked terrified as the vampire pulled a pointed, rusted silver object from a bag.
"I have..ways of makin' you talk, mate. Now, Where. Is. She?!" He snapped
"I d-d-d-on't know!" the man answered, again. He was rewarded with the railroad spike through one hand, pinning it to the wall. The man screamed as the object sliced through his flesh. "Please Sir!! Let me go! I have children!" A railroad spike through the other hand, blood poured from the wounds as the man gave another spine-chilling scream.
"You have *children* do you? Wouldn't *they* like to see you *now*?"
"Please, please, not my dear children!"
"Where is she??" The blond vampire produced another railroad spike. Silence.
"I said, WHERE IS SHE??? Wheres my Dru???" The spike was pushed through the mans stomach. He cried out, on the brink of lapsing into unconsciousness
"D-Drusilla! I-I rem-remember now. She's..shes with..." the man trailed off, as blood began to cascade from his mouth.
The vampire felt for a pulse. "Dead. Bloody *hell*!!".
"William!" a voice like an icicle sent a chill down the vampires undead spine. He turned to see another vampire, his sire.
"Angelus."
A slim, dark-haired female stepped out from behind the tall, dark-haired vampire.
"My Spike!!" she called.
"Dru! Where have you *been*?" Dru walked up to Spike and put her arms around him.
"Dru and I...we've been having a little chat." Angelus stepped closer to the couple with a predators grace.
"About what?" Spike eyed his sire with mistrust.
"I've been having a little...gypsy problem. So, you're staying here as a..shall we say, decoy? As for Dru and I, we're going to Fr-" BANG! BANG! He was interrupted. "OPEN UP!! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!" BANG BANG bang...bang...
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..bang bang....knock knock knock! Spike was drawn out of his dream by someone at the door. He looked around. Buffy was pissed, and tapping a number into the phone. "I'm gonna tell him!!" she kept saying to the drunken scoobies. Spike shrugged. Striding over to the front door, he swung it open. "*What*?" A shocked Spike stared at the visitor, mouth agape.
--Meanwhile, in L.A.--
"Buffy??"
"Angel. Angel, I jusht have to tell you sumfink" [laughter in the background]
"Buffy, are you drunk?" Angels eyes widened
"No. Nope. Not a sausage.- *HIC*!" [more laughter]
"Buffy, you're drunk. Go to bed and call me in the morning."
"Angel! Nooo-oh-oh *HIC* Don't hang up! I have to tell you, now."
"Yes?"
"Is impo-pora-poran...I's serious!"
"Buffy, what is it?"
"I...I..."
"Yes??"
"I love you Angel! I've been holding it back ever since you left, but I jusht had to tell you before it *kills* me. I *want* you Angel! I wanna smother you in honey and lick it all off reeaaally sloowwwllly, then chain you up to my bed and ride you until your blood runs warm, shag you from dusk until dawn - hey I made a r-rhy-rhyme! Okay, I'm tired. Sleep now. Bye." Buffy hung up the phone, leaving Angel in a stunned silence on the other end.
Angel hung up the phone. Closing his eyes, Angel visualised what Buffy had just said to him, feeling her soft touch, her warmth, her breath against his skin, the coldness of the chains about his wrists, hearing her heart beating crazily inside her ribcage. Happiness swept over him as her imagined her, exposed. Suddenly, Angel felt something inside him. Something sinister. Something he'd felt before. Angel crumpled to the floor as the demon took over him once more.
Kate walked through the door."Hi Angel. Um, listen, I feel I should apologise..for last night. Angel? Angel? are you OK?"
The vampire lifted himself up from the floor. "Yeah, I'm feeling *great*!!" He walked towards her, then without warning, grabbed her and sunk his fangs into her neck. Kates screams rang out into the night, then stopped suddenly. Inside Angel Investigations, her body was dropped to the floor. "Oh, by the way," said the dark-haired vamp in game face, "It's Angelus." And with that he took off into the night.
--- Back in Sunnydale---
"'Allo my Spike!!"
"*Drusilla??*"
"Princess heard you had a little problem. The stars...they never lie.." Dru said with her insane demonic grin. "Seems I must be right." She peered into the house behind him "Spikey's having a little party with the slayer and all her friends." she pouted. "There *must* be something wrong. But princess can make her Spike *all* better." And with that, she grinned madly and pulled out an object from behind her back......
Author: Thalisirwen
Disclaimer: Joss is God, these are his characters, they belong to him and the lovely people at Mutant Enemy.
Rating: PG-13
'Ship: A mild ref to Xander/Anya, Buffy/Riley, and Willow/Tara; and of course, lots of Spike/[Read on to find out!!]
Timing: End of season four.
Summary: Buffy and the scoobies are at Giles' house, celebrating the death of Adam. A little later, they get a surprise visitor. Buffy has practically had enough of Riley, her thoughts have turned to Xander.
Notes: The eppy with the cheese-man dreams didn't happen.
* * = stress, = thoughts.
Dedicated to: Slayer Spike and Nightvixen, for being great beta-readers, the list moms for uniting us Spike obssesers across the globe!
WARNING!: This fic is kinda anti-Riley.
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Drunken Celebrations
"Hey Buff! Grab me another beer while you're out there!!" Xander seemed in a very good mood.
Buffy thought sulkily. Buffy cast a glance back into Giles' living room, where Riley was gulping down *another* beer.
Giles sat slumped in an armchair. The recent battle with Adam had brought back all the memories of Jenny Calendar. How he'd found her, dead on his bed. The memory would haunt him forever. Giles grimaced and poured himself another large Scotch, draining the glass in seconds.
Suddenly, the front door swung open.
"Allo scoobies!" Spike grinned as he slammed the door shut. "I 'eard you were 'avin a party."
"Don't you ever knock?" Giles was still sober enough to moan at the blond.
"You *invited* me in, don't forget it." Spike replied, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "Why don't you have another drink, Ripper?" He handed him a bottle of beer. "Er, thank you Spike." Giles took a large swig from the bottle. he lied to himself.
Spike felt a light tap on his shoulder, and turned to see.. "Slayer! I am *honoured*." I hoped she'd be here. He did an elaborate bow in front of her. Buffy went red.
"Spike, you better not be here to cause trouble." Buffy said, "Or you'll be meeting the end of this" She brought out a large wooden stake.
"Look slayer, I'm here for the party. I *did* bring beer," Buffy went to protest "*And* I got some of that non-alcoholic crap too." The slayer went silent at looked up at the Spike with a little less disapproval than before. "But of course I *could* just go home and drink it all by myself." Spike waved a half-empty beer box in her face. He mentally chuckled.
Buffy looked up at him. "Okay Spike, you can stay" she sighed. she consoled herself with that thought as she sipped from the bottle he'd handed her.
----A few hours later----
Giles pulled himself up, then started to drunkenly stagger towards the stairs, much to the amusement of the scoobies. Then he tripped over the rug, and ended up flat on his face, in a drunken stupor. Buffy laughed out loud, still clutching a bottle, then fell on the floor, still laughing.
Spike grinned at the sight before him.
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1897
"Come on, where is she?!" An angry blond vampire stepped out of the shadows, game face on.
"Honestly, I don't know!" the man looked terrified as the vampire pulled a pointed, rusted silver object from a bag.
"I have..ways of makin' you talk, mate. Now, Where. Is. She?!" He snapped
"I d-d-d-on't know!" the man answered, again. He was rewarded with the railroad spike through one hand, pinning it to the wall. The man screamed as the object sliced through his flesh. "Please Sir!! Let me go! I have children!" A railroad spike through the other hand, blood poured from the wounds as the man gave another spine-chilling scream.
"You have *children* do you? Wouldn't *they* like to see you *now*?"
"Please, please, not my dear children!"
"Where is she??" The blond vampire produced another railroad spike. Silence.
"I said, WHERE IS SHE??? Wheres my Dru???" The spike was pushed through the mans stomach. He cried out, on the brink of lapsing into unconsciousness
"D-Drusilla! I-I rem-remember now. She's..shes with..." the man trailed off, as blood began to cascade from his mouth.
The vampire felt for a pulse. "Dead. Bloody *hell*!!".
"William!" a voice like an icicle sent a chill down the vampires undead spine. He turned to see another vampire, his sire.
"Angelus."
A slim, dark-haired female stepped out from behind the tall, dark-haired vampire.
"My Spike!!" she called.
"Dru! Where have you *been*?" Dru walked up to Spike and put her arms around him.
"Dru and I...we've been having a little chat." Angelus stepped closer to the couple with a predators grace.
"About what?" Spike eyed his sire with mistrust.
"I've been having a little...gypsy problem. So, you're staying here as a..shall we say, decoy? As for Dru and I, we're going to Fr-" BANG! BANG! He was interrupted. "OPEN UP!! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!" BANG BANG bang...bang...
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..bang bang....knock knock knock! Spike was drawn out of his dream by someone at the door. He looked around. Buffy was pissed, and tapping a number into the phone. "I'm gonna tell him!!" she kept saying to the drunken scoobies. Spike shrugged. Striding over to the front door, he swung it open. "*What*?" A shocked Spike stared at the visitor, mouth agape.
--Meanwhile, in L.A.--
"Buffy??"
"Angel. Angel, I jusht have to tell you sumfink" [laughter in the background]
"Buffy, are you drunk?" Angels eyes widened
"No. Nope. Not a sausage.- *HIC*!" [more laughter]
"Buffy, you're drunk. Go to bed and call me in the morning."
"Angel! Nooo-oh-oh *HIC* Don't hang up! I have to tell you, now."
"Yes?"
"Is impo-pora-poran...I's serious!"
"Buffy, what is it?"
"I...I..."
"Yes??"
"I love you Angel! I've been holding it back ever since you left, but I jusht had to tell you before it *kills* me. I *want* you Angel! I wanna smother you in honey and lick it all off reeaaally sloowwwllly, then chain you up to my bed and ride you until your blood runs warm, shag you from dusk until dawn - hey I made a r-rhy-rhyme! Okay, I'm tired. Sleep now. Bye." Buffy hung up the phone, leaving Angel in a stunned silence on the other end.
Angel hung up the phone. Closing his eyes, Angel visualised what Buffy had just said to him, feeling her soft touch, her warmth, her breath against his skin, the coldness of the chains about his wrists, hearing her heart beating crazily inside her ribcage. Happiness swept over him as her imagined her, exposed. Suddenly, Angel felt something inside him. Something sinister. Something he'd felt before. Angel crumpled to the floor as the demon took over him once more.
Kate walked through the door."Hi Angel. Um, listen, I feel I should apologise..for last night. Angel? Angel? are you OK?"
The vampire lifted himself up from the floor. "Yeah, I'm feeling *great*!!" He walked towards her, then without warning, grabbed her and sunk his fangs into her neck. Kates screams rang out into the night, then stopped suddenly. Inside Angel Investigations, her body was dropped to the floor. "Oh, by the way," said the dark-haired vamp in game face, "It's Angelus." And with that he took off into the night.
--- Back in Sunnydale---
"'Allo my Spike!!"
"*Drusilla??*"
"Princess heard you had a little problem. The stars...they never lie.." Dru said with her insane demonic grin. "Seems I must be right." She peered into the house behind him "Spikey's having a little party with the slayer and all her friends." she pouted. "There *must* be something wrong. But princess can make her Spike *all* better." And with that, she grinned madly and pulled out an object from behind her back......