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Hey everybody, but sorry it took so long to update.  I have been unfortunate enough to have writers block.  I would become one of those people who never finish their fanfics, but then I would become everything I would ever hate.  Anyway, this chapter was the most difficult and strenous cuz I couldn't think of any good humour for it.

Anyway:  Twiggy, this one's for you!

Let's Make A Crazy Deal

By Fantasy Cat

Chapter Three

Faye's Post Wedding Do List

Make an escape plan

Poison (or drunk) Vicious

Break into Vicious secret stash

Escape!!!

Burn all honeymoon clothing

Kill Spike

Faye was writing out her list of vengeance just hours before the wedding was to begin, when suddenly, she heard noise coming from outside.  Someone was trying to break in to her room!

She was very curious about it, and thought that whoever was trying to break in had to be the world's stupidest criminal, and I mean stupid.  Being it broad daylight with Red Dragon guards everywhere! (heeheehee see bottom disclaimer)  Faye walked over to the window.  She was half-surprised, half-not to see Spike making a poor attempt to pry the window open with a crow bar.

Finally, Faye decided to bang on the window to get his attention.  Spike was concentrating so hard on trying to break in; he didn't notice Faye being there and almost fell off the building at her banging.  Spike fingers were grabbing onto the ledge of the window.

Faye decided to open up the window, even though she wanted to get back at Spike for making her go through with this wedding.  She pushed the window out, and then saw Spike clinging on to dear life from the ledge.

"Hey Spike.  Maybe you should've checked to see if the window was locked before you started putting your crowbar to work."  His stupidity was making Faye chuckle.

"Ha, ha, ha," mocked Spike as he climbed his way into the room.  "Look Faye..."

PUNCH!

"...I just..."

PUNCH!

"...want..."

PUNCH!

"...to apologize...and why do you keep punching me?  I mean this chapter alone is causing this story to become stupid."

"What story?" ask Faye.

"I mean this fanfic that we're in!"

"Oh...yeah.  But you still got me into this wedding mess, and now I will get my vengeance!  Mwahahahahaha!!"

"I knew this story is getting crappy," smirked Spike.

"Choose your weapon, Lunkhead!"  Faye cried out as she went to the rack where her wedding dress was hanging.  She took the wedding dress, carefully folded it, and placed it in a safe corner.  "I may hate the wedding, but I'm thinking about stealing this dress!"

In the opposite corner, Spike was facing Faye, being filled with confusion, anger, and shock, as he felt for something to defend himself.

Faye had the coat rack.  Spike had a bouquet of wedding flowers.

"Ah ha.  Let's see how these thorns hold out against that giant stick."

In the lamest, most pathetic excuse for a chapter three, our two-some begin their battle.

"Come on, Faye.  Can't you just hear me out?  I mean, why would I even be here?"

"Oh gee...I dunno.  Does it have to do with Julia?!!!"

"What?!!!"

"Julia, Spike!  She knows about the wedding, and she told me that now I'm marrying Vicious, she can run away with your sorry ass!  Then she laughed in my face," Faye's tone changed.

"Hey...we can!"  Spike seemed happy-happy-joy-joy.  "But look, Faye.  The real reason why I came here, is that so Vicious doesn't use you to get to me and kill me," Spike gulped.

"Hmm...I never thought that I can kill you that way," smirked Faye.

A loud bang came from the door.

"Faye-Faye!" cried Edward.  "They're taking picy-pictures!!!"

"Wow, Faye.  I didn't think Vicious would have an all out wedding for the two of you," Spike said as he crept closer in for Faye to hear.  Then he laughed, "He must really want some...you know, and who can blame him!"

Faye just stood there with an unamused expression on her face.  Faye was taking a deep breath as Spike looked on.  Was she gonna yell or something?

"VIC--"  Before Faye could finish calling out his name, Spike had already jumped out the window, where he landed on a small garden of bonsais.

"OW!  Hmm...A little souvenir for Jet," said Spike.  He dug out a few, and went around the building to form another plan to keep the wedding from happening.

ME AGAIN:  What did I tell ya.  My writer's block has caused me to write a really bad chapter!  As for that one disclaimer early in the story, the joke was taken off of The Simpsons episode "Burns, Baby, Burns".  And yes, you can expect another Simpson joke copy-off in the next (and probably) chapter, which I will have posted soon.  Thankie-thankie very much for your patience.  And once again, my apologies.