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AN: For those of you who haven't seen The Matrix, you should. For the purposes of this story: Most of the main characters where leather, including leather trench coats. Neo is the main character.
Slayer's Revenge
Chapter 4: Nice Abbs.
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Buffy had just got back from patrolling. She walked into the living room, where Spike had been relocated, and flopped onto the couch.
"How was patrolling?" He asked.
"Pretty normal." Buffy reached for the remote.
"Hey luv? Would you mind loosening these ropes just a little?" Spike asked tentatively.
Buffy looked at Spike suspiciously. "Please tell me why I would untie you and let you run freely about my house and hurt both Dawn and my mom."
"I'm not going to hurt Joyce or Niblet, I promise you. But I've had these ropes rubbing against the cuts they made for about a week now."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You heal almost as fast as me!"
"Even you couldn't heal very fast with ropes digging into your cuts."
Buffy had to agree with him. She walked over to where Spike was sitting, to see if what he was saying was true. Buffy pulled the rope up a bit, though it wouldn't come far as she hadn't been in a very good mood while tying it . . . . . 'Ouch!' She thought looking at the cut marks on his wrist, and betting there where similar ones on his arms and ankles.
"Hold on a sec, I'll get the first aid kit." Buffy felt a little guilty.
"There's no need pet, really! I'll be fine if you just loosen the ropes-"
Buffy paid no attention to Spike's protests and proceeded to bring the first aid kit from the kitchen to the living room. Spike noticed she was also carrying a stake.
"What's that for luv?"
"Safety."
'She really doesn't trust me at all.' Spike thought as Buffy kneeled down next to his chair. She held her stake centimeters from Spike's heart as she tried to loosen the knots on the rope.
"Don't move." She warned.
"Don't worry," Spike said, glancing at the stake, "I'm not planning to."
'Damn these knots are tight!' Buffy thought as she had trouble untying with only one hand. She was getting frustrated. Suddenly Buffy's stake hand slipped, and her arm still gripping the stake slid down Spike's torso, narrowly missing his heart. Very narrowly, as Buffy had managed to split Spike's shirt down the middle, revealing his six-pack.
'Wow.' Buffy thought, staring at Spike's stomache. 'Spike has really nice abbs.'
"Hey luv, why don't we leave the stake out of this." Spike offered.
"Fine." Buffy answered, placing it on the ground where she could easily reach it, and began to untie the ropes.
She got his wrists and ankles untied, and began to put ointment on the cuts.
"Ouch! That stings!" Spike protested.
Buffy laughed. "Believe me, I know."
Buffy looked at Spike, wondering what to do with him. She didn't really want to tie him to the same chair again, but she was definitely not letting him go.
"Put your hands together." Buffy ordered.
Spike put his hands together, and Buffy tied his wrists together, instead of tying them to the chair. She did the same with his ankles.
"There. Now stand up."
Spike looked at her skeptically.
"Come on! I'm gonna move you over to the couch."
"O. Ok then."
Spike tried to stand up, and fell back into the chair. He tried again, this time falling on Buffy, knocking her slightly off balance. Eventually both Buffy and Spike were standing up strait again.
"All right," Buffy continued, "Now hop over to the couch."
The couch was only about 3 hops away, but Spike wasn't very good at this 'hopping' thing yet. He jumped in the direction of the couch, pulling Buffy with him. She shrieked in surprise, making Spike jump farther. He landed on the couch lying on his side. However, when Spike jumped, Buffy tripped over him and also landed on the couch, but on top of Spike.
"Well hello luv." He said, looking at her face only inches above his.
Buffy laughed, and rolled off Spike, pulling him into a sitting position.
"There we go!" She said, breathing heavily.
Spike was also laughing now. "That was a little harder then I expected."
Buffy grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. There was nothing good on.
"Hey look! Leonardo Dicaprio is coming out with a new movie!" She commented, watching a commercial for it.
"Poof." Spike said.
"He's not!"
"Yes he is!"
"Fine, maybe he is, but did you see 'Titanic'?" Buffy sighed. "He was amazing. That movie was so sad!"
"I didn't like that movie. Too sappy. You ever seen 'The Matrix'?"
"Yeah. What was so good about that?"
"Well, for one thing they had very good taste in clothing."
Buffy laughed. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"And you know that Neo kid?" Spike continued, "He would be a good vampire."
"But isn't he supposed to be 'The One'? You know, all GOOD and stuff. All not evil."
Spike shrugged. "He'd still make a good vampire."
Buffy continued flipping channels, and Spike glanced at the clock. "Hey! 'Passions' is on! Change it to channel 12!"
"No!" Buffy said, mainly to annoy Spike. "I want to watch this."
"And infomercial about a Dental college? I didn't know you wanted to be a dentist."
"Everyone has their dreams." Buffy said, but switched to channel 12, just as Passions was starting.
Spike stared at the screen, totally entranced.
Buffy, on her part, was completely lost. "I don't get it." She asked, "Why is he-"
"Shhhhh." Spike shushed her. "I'll tell you at the commercial break." And he did. He told her about the romances, the friendships, the problems, and what had already happened. Buffy was finally getting into it when it ended.
"That's all?" she pouted.
"Told you it's a good show." Spike said triumphantly.
"No." Buffy began flipping channels again, "But there's nothing else good on."
'And unfortunately,' she thought, 'You might notice if I stare at your abbs instead.'
It was getting late, and Buffy was getting sleepy. She closed her eyes and subconsciously leaned her head on Spike's shoulder, falling deeply asleep. Spike looked down at the slayer sleeping on his shoulder and smiled. Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all. He kissed her lightly on the head, and watched her sleep.
A few hours later, Buffy woke up slowly, and noticed she was in the living room and it was around 4 in the morning.
"I'm a gonna go t' bed." She mumbled sleepily, then looked at Spike. "Hey! You're not tied to the chair anymore. . . . "
"You untied me luv." Spike reminded her.
"O, right. I gotta tie you up again."
"Why? I promise I won't hurt anyone."
"Come on Spike. Please. I want to go to sleep."
Spike was a bit surprised. She had never asked him 'please' anything. It must be because she was so tired. But still . . . . . He hopped over to the chair and sat down. She tied his legs to the legs of the chair.
"I'll just leave your hands like that." Buffy stated.
"Sleep well luv."
"'Night." Buffy stumbled upstairs.
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Joyce tossed Spike a plain black T-shirt.
"Buffy told me she ripped yours." Joyce explained, "Somewhere in-between her comments about your 'nice abbs.'"
"Thanks for the shirt." Spike said, before asking, "Does she really think I have nice abbs?"
Joyce laughed. "Who wouldn't?"
If Spike was human he might have blushed.
"Is there anything I can get you?" Joyce asked.
Spike was amazed by how nice she was. No one was ever this nice to him. "No, I'm all right, Buffy already fed me."
"Well, I'm making hot chocolate, you sure you don't want any?"
"Do you have those little marsh-mellows?"
"I think so."
"I'd love some!" Spike said enthusiastically.
Joyce smiled as she went to get Spike his hot chocolate with marsh-mellows. She couldn't figure out why she felt such affection for the peroxide vampire.
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"Dawn?" Joyce called, "Can you come here for a minute?"
Dawn ran downstairs. "Yeah?"
"I'm having a bunch of my friends over, just for a little social gathering." Joyce said. "In awhile, could you help me make some food?"
"'Course." Dawn said.
"And before that," she continued, "Would you mind moving Spike upstairs? I don't mind him, but I think a few of my friends might wonder why I have a member of the un-dead tied up in my living room."
Dawn laughed. "Sure, don't worry about it."
Dawn walked into the living room. "Guess what Spike?"
Spike turned his head to look at her. "What?"
"Mom's having a few of her friends over, so I'm gonna move you upstairs! You get to see my room." Dawn tried to figure out exactly how she was going to get Spike upstairs.
"Great!" Spike said. "But how am I going to get up there?"
Dawn looked at him. She trusted him. It was her sister who didn't. "I'll untie you if you promise not to run away or hurt anyone or anything like that."
"I promise."
"Good." Dawn said. She untied the ropes around Spike's wrists and ankles. His cuts had pretty much healed. "I'm going to go upstairs and make sure there's no sun anywhere, ok?"
"Alright. I'll wait here."
Dawn closed a few curtains, and soon it was vampire-safe. She realized she was still holding Spike's ropes, and threw them into the corner of the room. She walked back downstairs, where Spike was stretching.
"C'mon." She said.
They walked upstairs. Dawn stopped. "Guess which one is mine!" She told Spike.
Spike sniffed. Joyce's room was down there, over there was Buffy's room, and there was Dawn's. "That one." He said pointing at it.
"You're right!" Dawn said. She was always amazed he could smell things like that.
They walked into Dawn's room. It was medium-sized, and connected to the bathroom. It contained a closet, her bed, a desk with a chair, a cabinet full of drawers for clothing, a bookshelf, and a few random articles or clothing strewn across the floor.
"It's very nice." Spike said.
"Thanks." Dawn had an idea. "Spike, can I dress you up?"
"What do you mean?" He asked suspiciously.
"You know, just give you different clothes to wear and you could try them on and I could see what you looked like because all you ever wear is the same black pants with the black T-shirt and the black duster and the black boots and if you ever change I don't even no because it all looks the same and you can't tell the difference and I promise it will be fun I won't do anything really weird and we'll get to see what you like wearing something different for a change." Dawn said at an amazingly fast speed, all in one breath.
"I don't know . . . . . " Spike replied.
"Please." She begged. He hated it when she begged, as he could never refuse. "Please."
"Fine." Spike agreed.
"Yay!"
"Under two conditions. One, no dressing me up in woman's clothing."
"That's fine." Dawn replied quickly. "We have some of Giles' and Xander's stuff here."
"And two, I get to dress you up."
Dawn thought for a second. He'd probably do evil-vampire look or something like that, which would be cool. "Okay. But I go first."
Dawn rummaged through a few drawers. Giles or someone had left a suit here. That would probably be interesting, with the white shirt.
"Here." Dawn said, handing Spike the pants. 'Good.' He thought. 'They're black.'
"And here's the shirt."
Spike groaned. "You're very lucky Bit, no one has seen me in a white shirt since the 1800's."
Dawn laughed. "Just go change. At least I'm not making you wear a tie."
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Spike came out wearing the outfit, but he kept glancing at his white shirt and suppressing shudders.
Dawn eyed him critically, then made a few changes. She unbuttoned the shirt, and rolled up the sleeves to just below his elbows. Then she ruffled his hair.
"Bit!" Spike tried to fix his hair.
"You have to leave it!" She said. "Besides, it looks sexy."
"Bit!"
"What?"
"You're not supposed to say that!"
"Why not?"
"Never mind. It's my turn."
"What are you going to do?" Dawn was excited. "Evil Vampire Dawn?"
"I was thinking of it." Spike said, "But I've changed my mind."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Punk."
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Well, that was definitely my longest chapter yet! Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you all!!!! Please keep reviewing!!!!
AN: For those of you who haven't seen The Matrix, you should. For the purposes of this story: Most of the main characters where leather, including leather trench coats. Neo is the main character.
Slayer's Revenge
Chapter 4: Nice Abbs.
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Buffy had just got back from patrolling. She walked into the living room, where Spike had been relocated, and flopped onto the couch.
"How was patrolling?" He asked.
"Pretty normal." Buffy reached for the remote.
"Hey luv? Would you mind loosening these ropes just a little?" Spike asked tentatively.
Buffy looked at Spike suspiciously. "Please tell me why I would untie you and let you run freely about my house and hurt both Dawn and my mom."
"I'm not going to hurt Joyce or Niblet, I promise you. But I've had these ropes rubbing against the cuts they made for about a week now."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You heal almost as fast as me!"
"Even you couldn't heal very fast with ropes digging into your cuts."
Buffy had to agree with him. She walked over to where Spike was sitting, to see if what he was saying was true. Buffy pulled the rope up a bit, though it wouldn't come far as she hadn't been in a very good mood while tying it . . . . . 'Ouch!' She thought looking at the cut marks on his wrist, and betting there where similar ones on his arms and ankles.
"Hold on a sec, I'll get the first aid kit." Buffy felt a little guilty.
"There's no need pet, really! I'll be fine if you just loosen the ropes-"
Buffy paid no attention to Spike's protests and proceeded to bring the first aid kit from the kitchen to the living room. Spike noticed she was also carrying a stake.
"What's that for luv?"
"Safety."
'She really doesn't trust me at all.' Spike thought as Buffy kneeled down next to his chair. She held her stake centimeters from Spike's heart as she tried to loosen the knots on the rope.
"Don't move." She warned.
"Don't worry," Spike said, glancing at the stake, "I'm not planning to."
'Damn these knots are tight!' Buffy thought as she had trouble untying with only one hand. She was getting frustrated. Suddenly Buffy's stake hand slipped, and her arm still gripping the stake slid down Spike's torso, narrowly missing his heart. Very narrowly, as Buffy had managed to split Spike's shirt down the middle, revealing his six-pack.
'Wow.' Buffy thought, staring at Spike's stomache. 'Spike has really nice abbs.'
"Hey luv, why don't we leave the stake out of this." Spike offered.
"Fine." Buffy answered, placing it on the ground where she could easily reach it, and began to untie the ropes.
She got his wrists and ankles untied, and began to put ointment on the cuts.
"Ouch! That stings!" Spike protested.
Buffy laughed. "Believe me, I know."
Buffy looked at Spike, wondering what to do with him. She didn't really want to tie him to the same chair again, but she was definitely not letting him go.
"Put your hands together." Buffy ordered.
Spike put his hands together, and Buffy tied his wrists together, instead of tying them to the chair. She did the same with his ankles.
"There. Now stand up."
Spike looked at her skeptically.
"Come on! I'm gonna move you over to the couch."
"O. Ok then."
Spike tried to stand up, and fell back into the chair. He tried again, this time falling on Buffy, knocking her slightly off balance. Eventually both Buffy and Spike were standing up strait again.
"All right," Buffy continued, "Now hop over to the couch."
The couch was only about 3 hops away, but Spike wasn't very good at this 'hopping' thing yet. He jumped in the direction of the couch, pulling Buffy with him. She shrieked in surprise, making Spike jump farther. He landed on the couch lying on his side. However, when Spike jumped, Buffy tripped over him and also landed on the couch, but on top of Spike.
"Well hello luv." He said, looking at her face only inches above his.
Buffy laughed, and rolled off Spike, pulling him into a sitting position.
"There we go!" She said, breathing heavily.
Spike was also laughing now. "That was a little harder then I expected."
Buffy grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. There was nothing good on.
"Hey look! Leonardo Dicaprio is coming out with a new movie!" She commented, watching a commercial for it.
"Poof." Spike said.
"He's not!"
"Yes he is!"
"Fine, maybe he is, but did you see 'Titanic'?" Buffy sighed. "He was amazing. That movie was so sad!"
"I didn't like that movie. Too sappy. You ever seen 'The Matrix'?"
"Yeah. What was so good about that?"
"Well, for one thing they had very good taste in clothing."
Buffy laughed. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"And you know that Neo kid?" Spike continued, "He would be a good vampire."
"But isn't he supposed to be 'The One'? You know, all GOOD and stuff. All not evil."
Spike shrugged. "He'd still make a good vampire."
Buffy continued flipping channels, and Spike glanced at the clock. "Hey! 'Passions' is on! Change it to channel 12!"
"No!" Buffy said, mainly to annoy Spike. "I want to watch this."
"And infomercial about a Dental college? I didn't know you wanted to be a dentist."
"Everyone has their dreams." Buffy said, but switched to channel 12, just as Passions was starting.
Spike stared at the screen, totally entranced.
Buffy, on her part, was completely lost. "I don't get it." She asked, "Why is he-"
"Shhhhh." Spike shushed her. "I'll tell you at the commercial break." And he did. He told her about the romances, the friendships, the problems, and what had already happened. Buffy was finally getting into it when it ended.
"That's all?" she pouted.
"Told you it's a good show." Spike said triumphantly.
"No." Buffy began flipping channels again, "But there's nothing else good on."
'And unfortunately,' she thought, 'You might notice if I stare at your abbs instead.'
It was getting late, and Buffy was getting sleepy. She closed her eyes and subconsciously leaned her head on Spike's shoulder, falling deeply asleep. Spike looked down at the slayer sleeping on his shoulder and smiled. Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all. He kissed her lightly on the head, and watched her sleep.
A few hours later, Buffy woke up slowly, and noticed she was in the living room and it was around 4 in the morning.
"I'm a gonna go t' bed." She mumbled sleepily, then looked at Spike. "Hey! You're not tied to the chair anymore. . . . "
"You untied me luv." Spike reminded her.
"O, right. I gotta tie you up again."
"Why? I promise I won't hurt anyone."
"Come on Spike. Please. I want to go to sleep."
Spike was a bit surprised. She had never asked him 'please' anything. It must be because she was so tired. But still . . . . . He hopped over to the chair and sat down. She tied his legs to the legs of the chair.
"I'll just leave your hands like that." Buffy stated.
"Sleep well luv."
"'Night." Buffy stumbled upstairs.
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Joyce tossed Spike a plain black T-shirt.
"Buffy told me she ripped yours." Joyce explained, "Somewhere in-between her comments about your 'nice abbs.'"
"Thanks for the shirt." Spike said, before asking, "Does she really think I have nice abbs?"
Joyce laughed. "Who wouldn't?"
If Spike was human he might have blushed.
"Is there anything I can get you?" Joyce asked.
Spike was amazed by how nice she was. No one was ever this nice to him. "No, I'm all right, Buffy already fed me."
"Well, I'm making hot chocolate, you sure you don't want any?"
"Do you have those little marsh-mellows?"
"I think so."
"I'd love some!" Spike said enthusiastically.
Joyce smiled as she went to get Spike his hot chocolate with marsh-mellows. She couldn't figure out why she felt such affection for the peroxide vampire.
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"Dawn?" Joyce called, "Can you come here for a minute?"
Dawn ran downstairs. "Yeah?"
"I'm having a bunch of my friends over, just for a little social gathering." Joyce said. "In awhile, could you help me make some food?"
"'Course." Dawn said.
"And before that," she continued, "Would you mind moving Spike upstairs? I don't mind him, but I think a few of my friends might wonder why I have a member of the un-dead tied up in my living room."
Dawn laughed. "Sure, don't worry about it."
Dawn walked into the living room. "Guess what Spike?"
Spike turned his head to look at her. "What?"
"Mom's having a few of her friends over, so I'm gonna move you upstairs! You get to see my room." Dawn tried to figure out exactly how she was going to get Spike upstairs.
"Great!" Spike said. "But how am I going to get up there?"
Dawn looked at him. She trusted him. It was her sister who didn't. "I'll untie you if you promise not to run away or hurt anyone or anything like that."
"I promise."
"Good." Dawn said. She untied the ropes around Spike's wrists and ankles. His cuts had pretty much healed. "I'm going to go upstairs and make sure there's no sun anywhere, ok?"
"Alright. I'll wait here."
Dawn closed a few curtains, and soon it was vampire-safe. She realized she was still holding Spike's ropes, and threw them into the corner of the room. She walked back downstairs, where Spike was stretching.
"C'mon." She said.
They walked upstairs. Dawn stopped. "Guess which one is mine!" She told Spike.
Spike sniffed. Joyce's room was down there, over there was Buffy's room, and there was Dawn's. "That one." He said pointing at it.
"You're right!" Dawn said. She was always amazed he could smell things like that.
They walked into Dawn's room. It was medium-sized, and connected to the bathroom. It contained a closet, her bed, a desk with a chair, a cabinet full of drawers for clothing, a bookshelf, and a few random articles or clothing strewn across the floor.
"It's very nice." Spike said.
"Thanks." Dawn had an idea. "Spike, can I dress you up?"
"What do you mean?" He asked suspiciously.
"You know, just give you different clothes to wear and you could try them on and I could see what you looked like because all you ever wear is the same black pants with the black T-shirt and the black duster and the black boots and if you ever change I don't even no because it all looks the same and you can't tell the difference and I promise it will be fun I won't do anything really weird and we'll get to see what you like wearing something different for a change." Dawn said at an amazingly fast speed, all in one breath.
"I don't know . . . . . " Spike replied.
"Please." She begged. He hated it when she begged, as he could never refuse. "Please."
"Fine." Spike agreed.
"Yay!"
"Under two conditions. One, no dressing me up in woman's clothing."
"That's fine." Dawn replied quickly. "We have some of Giles' and Xander's stuff here."
"And two, I get to dress you up."
Dawn thought for a second. He'd probably do evil-vampire look or something like that, which would be cool. "Okay. But I go first."
Dawn rummaged through a few drawers. Giles or someone had left a suit here. That would probably be interesting, with the white shirt.
"Here." Dawn said, handing Spike the pants. 'Good.' He thought. 'They're black.'
"And here's the shirt."
Spike groaned. "You're very lucky Bit, no one has seen me in a white shirt since the 1800's."
Dawn laughed. "Just go change. At least I'm not making you wear a tie."
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Spike came out wearing the outfit, but he kept glancing at his white shirt and suppressing shudders.
Dawn eyed him critically, then made a few changes. She unbuttoned the shirt, and rolled up the sleeves to just below his elbows. Then she ruffled his hair.
"Bit!" Spike tried to fix his hair.
"You have to leave it!" She said. "Besides, it looks sexy."
"Bit!"
"What?"
"You're not supposed to say that!"
"Why not?"
"Never mind. It's my turn."
"What are you going to do?" Dawn was excited. "Evil Vampire Dawn?"
"I was thinking of it." Spike said, "But I've changed my mind."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Punk."
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Well, that was definitely my longest chapter yet! Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you all!!!! Please keep reviewing!!!!