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2002
Sunnydale
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"I am going to kill you"
Willow cowered back from the doorway, the glowering blond on the other side glaring at her, "I'm sorry! I told you. Faith and Cordelia are really scary together."
"I heard that!" Cordelia told her, pushing the red head into the house as she and Anya followed, carrying bags and pillows, "And, thank you."
Faith came downstairs, grinning, "Good, they're here."
"Faith, what are you thinking?" Buffy demanded, noting the pillows, "And why does everyone have pillows?"
"It's a sleepover bachelorette party." Dawn said, coming downstairs, her pillow and blanket in hand, "Shut up, and enjoy it."
It was just past dark, and the bachelorette party (which the guest of honor was completely against) was being set up. Spike watched from the doorway.
"What's going on?" He asked, staring at the seven women crowding the living room with wide eyes.
"It's Buffy's bachelorette party." Tarah explained.
"The boys will be around for you soon, blondie." Faith assured him.
"The who?" He narrowed his eyes, "You don't mean..."
There was a knock at the door and Dawn hurried to answer, finding a glowering Angel and a mischevous Xander waiting.
"NO!" Spike growled, starting to move, but Faith grabbed him by the back of the shirt, pointing him towards Angel and Xander, "No! Bloody Hell, woman LET GO."
"I'm sorry." Buffy whispered, kissing him on the cheek, "Have fun?"
"Fun?!" He growled, being dragged out the door, "Look who I'm WITH, Buffy! Slayer! Help!"
She smothered a giggled and Angel rolled his eyes, grabbing his hissing childe by the back of the neck to a car Buffy recognized as the black converible. Surprisingly, her Watcher sat int he back, Wesley in front.
"Oh God." She laughed as they squeezed in, "Giles is going."
Willow nodded, "Yeah. He, too, was dragged into the evil plot of Faith, Cordelia, and Xander."
Faith snorted, "Please. Red had just as much to do with this as ANY of us."
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2003
Sunndydale
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Buffy and the others had long ago finished off the minions, and the blond now watched with wide eyes as Spike and Drusilla faced off in the middle of the room. How the scenario had flipped was beyond her comprehension. Whereas she had been the one fighting Drusilla, now it was Spike and he was *pissed* and looked deadly. The group watched as the former lovers circled eachother.
"You can't do it, William." Drusilla whispered, stopping her endless rotation around him, "Even if you wanted to, you would never kill your true love."
"You're right." He growled, "I wouldn't. But that doesn't mean I won't kill *you*"
"Please." She lifted her hands, "You cannot tell me that you, my Dark Prince, are in love with a Slayer. It's silly, Spike." Drusilla dropped her hands and moved colser to him. She pushed her hair back away from her chest, and pointed to her heart, "If yout hink you're brave enough to kill your love, your sire, then do it now."
Spike hesitated and she cackled insanely, "I knew you wouldn't. The stars, they were singing tonight, they were. Oh, what a coward you are--"
And then it was silent save for the slight WOOSH of a body becoming ash. And the stake clattered from Spike's hand onto the floor.
2002
Sunnydale
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"I am going to kill you"
Willow cowered back from the doorway, the glowering blond on the other side glaring at her, "I'm sorry! I told you. Faith and Cordelia are really scary together."
"I heard that!" Cordelia told her, pushing the red head into the house as she and Anya followed, carrying bags and pillows, "And, thank you."
Faith came downstairs, grinning, "Good, they're here."
"Faith, what are you thinking?" Buffy demanded, noting the pillows, "And why does everyone have pillows?"
"It's a sleepover bachelorette party." Dawn said, coming downstairs, her pillow and blanket in hand, "Shut up, and enjoy it."
It was just past dark, and the bachelorette party (which the guest of honor was completely against) was being set up. Spike watched from the doorway.
"What's going on?" He asked, staring at the seven women crowding the living room with wide eyes.
"It's Buffy's bachelorette party." Tarah explained.
"The boys will be around for you soon, blondie." Faith assured him.
"The who?" He narrowed his eyes, "You don't mean..."
There was a knock at the door and Dawn hurried to answer, finding a glowering Angel and a mischevous Xander waiting.
"NO!" Spike growled, starting to move, but Faith grabbed him by the back of the shirt, pointing him towards Angel and Xander, "No! Bloody Hell, woman LET GO."
"I'm sorry." Buffy whispered, kissing him on the cheek, "Have fun?"
"Fun?!" He growled, being dragged out the door, "Look who I'm WITH, Buffy! Slayer! Help!"
She smothered a giggled and Angel rolled his eyes, grabbing his hissing childe by the back of the neck to a car Buffy recognized as the black converible. Surprisingly, her Watcher sat int he back, Wesley in front.
"Oh God." She laughed as they squeezed in, "Giles is going."
Willow nodded, "Yeah. He, too, was dragged into the evil plot of Faith, Cordelia, and Xander."
Faith snorted, "Please. Red had just as much to do with this as ANY of us."
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2003
Sunndydale
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Buffy and the others had long ago finished off the minions, and the blond now watched with wide eyes as Spike and Drusilla faced off in the middle of the room. How the scenario had flipped was beyond her comprehension. Whereas she had been the one fighting Drusilla, now it was Spike and he was *pissed* and looked deadly. The group watched as the former lovers circled eachother.
"You can't do it, William." Drusilla whispered, stopping her endless rotation around him, "Even if you wanted to, you would never kill your true love."
"You're right." He growled, "I wouldn't. But that doesn't mean I won't kill *you*"
"Please." She lifted her hands, "You cannot tell me that you, my Dark Prince, are in love with a Slayer. It's silly, Spike." Drusilla dropped her hands and moved colser to him. She pushed her hair back away from her chest, and pointed to her heart, "If yout hink you're brave enough to kill your love, your sire, then do it now."
Spike hesitated and she cackled insanely, "I knew you wouldn't. The stars, they were singing tonight, they were. Oh, what a coward you are--"
And then it was silent save for the slight WOOSH of a body becoming ash. And the stake clattered from Spike's hand onto the floor.