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Slayer's Revenge
Chapter 5: It Never Happened
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Buffy walked into the house, closing the front door behind her. She headed towards the living room, to talk to Spike. Ever since that once night a week ago, it had become sort of a tradition. Buffy would get home in the afternoon, hang out with Spike in the living room until she had to patrol, and once she was done patrolling she would come back and talk with Spike some more.
At first Buffy always made sure the TV was on, she didn't want to admit to herself or anyone else that she liked having Spike around. But that was over now, they would sometimes play poker, or checkers, or just talk.
So when Buffy found the living room empty, she was quite surprised. Spike's chair was there, but the ropes that had tied him, and Spike, were gone.
"Mom?!" Buffy called. "Where's Spike?" She still didn't completely trust him . . . . .
"I'm having some friends over in an hour or so." Joyce called back. "So Dawn took Spike upstairs."
"Oh. Okay." Buffy walked upstairs, and opened the door to Dawn's room. She stopped and stared.
Dawn was eyeing herself critically in the mirror, and Spike was eyeing Dawn, quite pleased with himself. Dawn was wearing black leather boots, fishnet stockings, and a short, pleated plaid skirt that was decorated with safety pins. She had on a short-sleeved white shirt with the English flag on it, over a long-sleeved black and red striped shirt. The entire outfit was decorated with safety pins, which Buffy hadn't known they had so many of in her house.
"What do you think, Bit?" Spike asked.
Dawn was looking at herself. "Not bad. Different, but cool."
Spike laughed. "How about you Buffy? You like your sister as a punk?"
Dawn jumped. "Buffy's here?" 'Please don't let her notice Spike's untied.' She thought.
"Not bad." Buffy said, and then, "Oh my god, you're wearing a white shirt!"
"Yeah." Spike sighed. "Cherish the moment, you won't be seeing this again."
"Buffy, can we dress you up too?" Dawn asked. "Please."
"Alright." Buffy agreed. "But do something normal. You know, something I would go to The Bronze in."
"Don't worry luv." Spike said, "We're all out of safety pins."
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Buffy stepped out of the bathroom, wearing boots, leather pants, and a tight red shirt with long sleeves that fanned out at the wrists. Dawn had made her hair wavy, and applied mascara, eyeliner, and some lipstick.
Buffy was looking in the mirror, looking very pleased. "You know, I might actually wear this some where." She told Dawn and Spike.
"Dawn!" Joyce called. "Come help me cook."
"Coming!" Dawn replied, and bounded down the stairs still wearing her outfit.
"What do you think?" Buffy asked Spike.
"You look beautiful." He replied, running his fingers through her hair. "Like always."
Spike remembered that Buffy would probably not appreciate his touch, and so he brought his hand down, and stepped backwards.
Buffy stepped forwards, gazing up at him. She brought her mouth to his. They kissed, a long, passionate kiss. Their tongues battled, and arms held onto each other like they were the only things on earth.
Spike finally pulled back, knowing Buffy needed to breathe. She gasped in air, knowing she needed it, but not wanting to part from Spike's lips.
"Spike." She breathed, wondering why she had never kissed him before.
They heard Dawn running up the stairs, calling. "Buffy, come on, you gotta help too. Mom's cooking, like, 10 thousand different things!"
Buffy and Spike jumped apart from each other. Dawn swung the door open and found Buffy and Spike, both awkwardly looking at each other and her.
"So, um, you're gonna come help us?" Dawn said quietly. She felt like she and burst in on something . . . . .
"Oh. Right. Yeah." Buffy said, and took one more glance at Spike before walking out the door.
"I'll just get changed then." Spike said, and sighed as the door closed behind Buffy. 'She kissed me!!' He reminded himself. 'She kissed me!! She hasn't even started beating me up, AND I'm still untied!!'
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Buffy walked downstairs in a daze, as Dawn chattered about what Joyce wanted to cook for her friends.
'My god he's a good kisser.' She thought. 'Probably the best kisser I've ever . . . . . kissed. I want more. I need more. More Spike.'
'But you can't.' She told herself. 'He's a vampire. You're The Slayer. You're good. He's evil. It's wouldn't work.'
'But I want it to work! We could make it work!' Buffy argued, wondering if she should see someone about her tendencies to argue with herself.
'He's evil. He's just making you think something might happen. Something good. But how could anything turn out good with some one who's evil?'
'I guess so. But why do I always love the guys I can't?'
'Well, he has been in your house, maybe you need to get him out.'
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"What? You were saying something?" Buffy asked, realizing Joyce was trying to tell her something. And possibly had been trying for the last 15 minutes.
"I was just saying." Joyce said, wondering why her daughter was acting so strangely. "That I'm glad you finally untied Spike."
"WHAT??!!" She exclaimed. "Spike's untied!?"
Buffy raced upstairs, pausing only to grab a stake, and threw open the door to Dawn's room.
Spike had changed his clothes, and was simply standing in Dawn's room, looking slightly dazed. "Back for more, luv?" He asked.
"Sit down." She said, and pushed him into the chair by Dawn's desk, grabbing the ropes from the corner of the room.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked.
"Well, obviously, I'm tying you up!" She yelled as she bound his arms to the chair.
"Why? Don't you trust me?"
Buffy looked him strait in the eye. "No."
"But you kissed me!"
"THAT NEVER HAPPENED!" She screamed. "Understand! It never happened!"
"Why not?" Spike asked.
Buffy was now fastening his legs to the chair. "Because you're evil. You're a vampire. I'm the slayer. It wouldn't work. It can't work."
"Buffy!" Spike protested, but he got no answer as the Slayer slammed the door behind her.
"Bloody Hell."
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"Buffy." Joyce said softly. "Don't you think you need to untie Spike?"
"No." Buffy said shortly.
They had finished cooking, and Dawn had gone to the mall to meet some friends. Buffy and Joyce were placing the food in the living room.
"Listen Buffy, I heard what he did, and I can understand how you might be upset. I often wanted to tie up my boyfriends when I was your age." Joyce smiled at the thought.
"Spike is not my boyfriend!"
"I know." Joyce continued. "But it's still the same thing. You wanted to get revenge."
"No!" Buffy said, hating how her mother could see everything.
Joyce ignored Buffy's comment. "But don't you think tying him up for 2 weeks is punishment enough?"
"Well . . . . ." Buffy sighed. Her mom was always right. "I guess you're right." She said as the doorbell announced the first of Joyce's guests arriving.
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The living room was full of Joyce and her friends, and Buffy was walking slowly up the stairs, stake in hand.
Spike looked at the slayer entering Dawn's room, and wondered why she was coming up a third time.
"Listen Spike." Buffy said, shutting the door behind her. "I'm going to untie you, and let you go. You are going to walk out the front door, and never come back. If I ever see you in my house again, I'm going to stake you. Understand?"
Spike nodded, knowing it was just dark enough for him to go outside without getting burned.
Buffy untied Spike, who stood up and walked downstairs. Walking past the living room, Spike was greeted by more then one raise of an eyebrow from Joyce's friends. "Buffy's boyfriend?" One of them asked, seeing he came from upstairs.
"No!" Joyce said quickly, trying to think of a way to explain Spike's presence. "This is Spike, he's the -ah- plumber."
"Yeah." Spike said, realizing what Joyce was doing. "The, um, bathroom sink is fixed now."
"Good!" Joyce said. "Here, let me pay you." She dragged Spike into the kitchen, where no one would hear them.
"You're planning on leaving without even saying goodbye to me?" Joyce pouted.
"Well, you're daughter made it pretty clear she wanted me to leave, and now."
Joyce sighed. "Well, that's Buffy for you. I'll miss you though."
"Me too." Spike hugged her before walking out the front door, and into the night.
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So, Did you like it? Sorry it took me so long to post, I've been gone. There's still more to come!! Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are the best!!!!! Please, keep reviewing!!!!!!!!!
Slayer's Revenge
Chapter 5: It Never Happened
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Buffy walked into the house, closing the front door behind her. She headed towards the living room, to talk to Spike. Ever since that once night a week ago, it had become sort of a tradition. Buffy would get home in the afternoon, hang out with Spike in the living room until she had to patrol, and once she was done patrolling she would come back and talk with Spike some more.
At first Buffy always made sure the TV was on, she didn't want to admit to herself or anyone else that she liked having Spike around. But that was over now, they would sometimes play poker, or checkers, or just talk.
So when Buffy found the living room empty, she was quite surprised. Spike's chair was there, but the ropes that had tied him, and Spike, were gone.
"Mom?!" Buffy called. "Where's Spike?" She still didn't completely trust him . . . . .
"I'm having some friends over in an hour or so." Joyce called back. "So Dawn took Spike upstairs."
"Oh. Okay." Buffy walked upstairs, and opened the door to Dawn's room. She stopped and stared.
Dawn was eyeing herself critically in the mirror, and Spike was eyeing Dawn, quite pleased with himself. Dawn was wearing black leather boots, fishnet stockings, and a short, pleated plaid skirt that was decorated with safety pins. She had on a short-sleeved white shirt with the English flag on it, over a long-sleeved black and red striped shirt. The entire outfit was decorated with safety pins, which Buffy hadn't known they had so many of in her house.
"What do you think, Bit?" Spike asked.
Dawn was looking at herself. "Not bad. Different, but cool."
Spike laughed. "How about you Buffy? You like your sister as a punk?"
Dawn jumped. "Buffy's here?" 'Please don't let her notice Spike's untied.' She thought.
"Not bad." Buffy said, and then, "Oh my god, you're wearing a white shirt!"
"Yeah." Spike sighed. "Cherish the moment, you won't be seeing this again."
"Buffy, can we dress you up too?" Dawn asked. "Please."
"Alright." Buffy agreed. "But do something normal. You know, something I would go to The Bronze in."
"Don't worry luv." Spike said, "We're all out of safety pins."
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Buffy stepped out of the bathroom, wearing boots, leather pants, and a tight red shirt with long sleeves that fanned out at the wrists. Dawn had made her hair wavy, and applied mascara, eyeliner, and some lipstick.
Buffy was looking in the mirror, looking very pleased. "You know, I might actually wear this some where." She told Dawn and Spike.
"Dawn!" Joyce called. "Come help me cook."
"Coming!" Dawn replied, and bounded down the stairs still wearing her outfit.
"What do you think?" Buffy asked Spike.
"You look beautiful." He replied, running his fingers through her hair. "Like always."
Spike remembered that Buffy would probably not appreciate his touch, and so he brought his hand down, and stepped backwards.
Buffy stepped forwards, gazing up at him. She brought her mouth to his. They kissed, a long, passionate kiss. Their tongues battled, and arms held onto each other like they were the only things on earth.
Spike finally pulled back, knowing Buffy needed to breathe. She gasped in air, knowing she needed it, but not wanting to part from Spike's lips.
"Spike." She breathed, wondering why she had never kissed him before.
They heard Dawn running up the stairs, calling. "Buffy, come on, you gotta help too. Mom's cooking, like, 10 thousand different things!"
Buffy and Spike jumped apart from each other. Dawn swung the door open and found Buffy and Spike, both awkwardly looking at each other and her.
"So, um, you're gonna come help us?" Dawn said quietly. She felt like she and burst in on something . . . . .
"Oh. Right. Yeah." Buffy said, and took one more glance at Spike before walking out the door.
"I'll just get changed then." Spike said, and sighed as the door closed behind Buffy. 'She kissed me!!' He reminded himself. 'She kissed me!! She hasn't even started beating me up, AND I'm still untied!!'
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Buffy walked downstairs in a daze, as Dawn chattered about what Joyce wanted to cook for her friends.
'My god he's a good kisser.' She thought. 'Probably the best kisser I've ever . . . . . kissed. I want more. I need more. More Spike.'
'But you can't.' She told herself. 'He's a vampire. You're The Slayer. You're good. He's evil. It's wouldn't work.'
'But I want it to work! We could make it work!' Buffy argued, wondering if she should see someone about her tendencies to argue with herself.
'He's evil. He's just making you think something might happen. Something good. But how could anything turn out good with some one who's evil?'
'I guess so. But why do I always love the guys I can't?'
'Well, he has been in your house, maybe you need to get him out.'
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"What? You were saying something?" Buffy asked, realizing Joyce was trying to tell her something. And possibly had been trying for the last 15 minutes.
"I was just saying." Joyce said, wondering why her daughter was acting so strangely. "That I'm glad you finally untied Spike."
"WHAT??!!" She exclaimed. "Spike's untied!?"
Buffy raced upstairs, pausing only to grab a stake, and threw open the door to Dawn's room.
Spike had changed his clothes, and was simply standing in Dawn's room, looking slightly dazed. "Back for more, luv?" He asked.
"Sit down." She said, and pushed him into the chair by Dawn's desk, grabbing the ropes from the corner of the room.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked.
"Well, obviously, I'm tying you up!" She yelled as she bound his arms to the chair.
"Why? Don't you trust me?"
Buffy looked him strait in the eye. "No."
"But you kissed me!"
"THAT NEVER HAPPENED!" She screamed. "Understand! It never happened!"
"Why not?" Spike asked.
Buffy was now fastening his legs to the chair. "Because you're evil. You're a vampire. I'm the slayer. It wouldn't work. It can't work."
"Buffy!" Spike protested, but he got no answer as the Slayer slammed the door behind her.
"Bloody Hell."
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"Buffy." Joyce said softly. "Don't you think you need to untie Spike?"
"No." Buffy said shortly.
They had finished cooking, and Dawn had gone to the mall to meet some friends. Buffy and Joyce were placing the food in the living room.
"Listen Buffy, I heard what he did, and I can understand how you might be upset. I often wanted to tie up my boyfriends when I was your age." Joyce smiled at the thought.
"Spike is not my boyfriend!"
"I know." Joyce continued. "But it's still the same thing. You wanted to get revenge."
"No!" Buffy said, hating how her mother could see everything.
Joyce ignored Buffy's comment. "But don't you think tying him up for 2 weeks is punishment enough?"
"Well . . . . ." Buffy sighed. Her mom was always right. "I guess you're right." She said as the doorbell announced the first of Joyce's guests arriving.
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The living room was full of Joyce and her friends, and Buffy was walking slowly up the stairs, stake in hand.
Spike looked at the slayer entering Dawn's room, and wondered why she was coming up a third time.
"Listen Spike." Buffy said, shutting the door behind her. "I'm going to untie you, and let you go. You are going to walk out the front door, and never come back. If I ever see you in my house again, I'm going to stake you. Understand?"
Spike nodded, knowing it was just dark enough for him to go outside without getting burned.
Buffy untied Spike, who stood up and walked downstairs. Walking past the living room, Spike was greeted by more then one raise of an eyebrow from Joyce's friends. "Buffy's boyfriend?" One of them asked, seeing he came from upstairs.
"No!" Joyce said quickly, trying to think of a way to explain Spike's presence. "This is Spike, he's the -ah- plumber."
"Yeah." Spike said, realizing what Joyce was doing. "The, um, bathroom sink is fixed now."
"Good!" Joyce said. "Here, let me pay you." She dragged Spike into the kitchen, where no one would hear them.
"You're planning on leaving without even saying goodbye to me?" Joyce pouted.
"Well, you're daughter made it pretty clear she wanted me to leave, and now."
Joyce sighed. "Well, that's Buffy for you. I'll miss you though."
"Me too." Spike hugged her before walking out the front door, and into the night.
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So, Did you like it? Sorry it took me so long to post, I've been gone. There's still more to come!! Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are the best!!!!! Please, keep reviewing!!!!!!!!!