Happily Ever After Part 3
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Author's Note: The characters are going off on tangents and they're ignoring important romantic moments. Will the Author ever get back in control, and finally get to a coherent ending? Will the Author ever stop writing in third person? Will the Author finish the story before she gets committed? Read on to find out:
Previously on Buffy the Servant Girl:
"William, what is the meaning of this?" a shout came from across the garden. They turned to see Giles striding towards them. "You are the crown prince of France, my son, I will not have you cavorting with servants!". "Giles is your father?!" Buffy whispered to Spike, unsuccessfully trying to hide her smirk".
Spike glowered at Buffy. "She's not just a servant" Spike replied hotly. Then suddenly remembering how the fairytale ended; he said "She's going to be my wife, we shall announce it at the…..er….ball on Sunday". Spike grinning widely pleased to have thought of a way to bring the story to an end, turned to see Buffy staring at him eyes wide with shock.
Spike returned her look with blank confusion *You've just announced your going to marry the sodding Slayer, you moron*. "Buffy I…" he started only to be interrupted by Giles; "If this is the Countess of Rome, why is she dressed as a servant?". "Countess of Rome?" Buffy asked vaguely, she was still in shock from Spike announcing their engagement. "Yes" replied Giles. "William has been telling me all about you, only yesterday he was telling me how you captured his heart. But why are you in rags?" Giles was beaming proudly, if suspiciously at his son. "The,…er…dress is as a disguise" Buffy said cautiously, making it up as she went along. "Yes!" Spike added seeing Buffy was at a loss "we wanted the engagement to be a surprise". "Good thinking my boy" Giles boomed, turning to leave them in the garden.
"What I don't get" Spike mused to Buffy "Is why no one has noticed you and me are different from say yesterday. I mean the previous Prince couldn't have looked like me right?". Buffy looked at him like he was insane "That is what's wrong?! Were stuck in a story were you are meant to be a handsome Prince and that is what is wrong!?" said Buffy incredulously. "I can be a handsome Prince" Spike stated indignantly. "Yeah" Buffy scoffed. Spike leaned over his eyes never leaving hers, took her hand and kissed it. "See I can be a Prince" Spike smirked. Buffy felt the light blush mar her cheeks *Damn, why do I let him get to me* "You're unbelievable" she yelled at him. Spike just leered at her. "Ugh!" Buffy through her hands in the air and turned away.
Buffy strode away from Spike her mind spinning *God, why did he have to say we were getting married. Gross. I mean, married to Spike. So it might end the story. But stuck as a servant forever with no friends or family or married to Spike. So Spike's the lesser of two evils* Buffy giggled *Spike wouldn't like that description*. *Plus it helps he's an amazing kisser". Buffy blushed hotly. She'd been trying to forget that had happened. *I should have stopped him* she thought remembering his hands sliding down her body. Buffy tried to ignore the shiver that ran through her as she replayed the memory.
Spike watched Buffy storm into the distance. He sank wearily to the ground. *What the hell possessed you to announce her as your fiancée. Who ever heard a vampire marrying a Slayer!*. It was only when he replaced the word Slayer with Buffy did the picture make sense to him. *I shouldn't have kissed her* he thought *Now every time I close my eyes I'm going to relive it, her taste, her scent*. *God, snap out of it.* he thought angrily as he ran his hands through his hair. *I'm not falling for the slayer… I'm not falling for the slayer…* he repeated desperately.
The day of the Ball
Spike stood in front of the mirror *God, the one time I really don't want a reflection* he thought looking disgustedly down at the clothes he'd been given to wear for the ball. He hadn't seen Buffy since she walked away from him in the garden two days ago. Spike was starting to panic *What if she doesn't show? What if she's done a runner? What if she's hurt?* questions kept spinning around his head. *If she doesn't show I'm going to look a right bloody fool* he thought with a sigh.
Buffy was up her elbows in washing up. *God why couldn't Spike have been the servant, and me the Princess, so much for originality*. She knew today was the ball, Spike would be waiting for her. She couldn't just not show up, but she didn't have anything to wear. *Maybe I should just wait, a fairy Godmother or something will show up* Buffy thought, but she didn't hold out much hope.
Buffy stared at the clock. It was 5 minutes to nine. The ball started in 20 minutes. With a sigh she pulled on her cloak and started to walk to towards the palace. *It's going to be a long night* she thought as it started to rain.
Spike started at the rain beating down on the stained glass windows in the grand hall. He was slouched against a pillar, trying to keep out of sight while all the time staring at the entrance.
Buffy made it to the palace at 10 o'clock. She slicked her hair back out of her eyes, the rain had plastered it to her head; and she knocked on the back door.
The door opened a crack and an eye peered out suspiciously. "Buffy!" a voice yelled and the door was flung open and she was pulled inside. "Your soaked! How the hell are we going to get you ready on time?" The girl said. Buffy stared around the candle lit room, her eyes settled on the figures in front of her, both dressed in tutu's, one green, one blue. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded. "We're your Fairy Godmother's" yelled Dawn and Clem, grinning widely.
AN: I'm really sorry this doesn't have the end; but it's all I could get done tonight, and I decided to post it as I don't know when I'll get a chance to write some more soon, as I go off to university in three days and I still haven't packed anything! Argh! Please r/r, it makes me write quicker : )