CHAPTER 19 - IT'S NOT FROSTY!
Buffy returned to the kitchen a few minutes later dressed in her warm jacket, leather gloves, a hat, and a pair of hiking boots she'd brought. Spike was already waiting for her, carrying a medium sized backpack with him. He had changed his wet clothes and was wearing a long sleeved black pullover, black jeans, and an old army jacket that she'd never seen before, and of course, his Doc Martens.
"What's in there," she asked nodding toward the backpack.
"You'll see," he answered.
"More surprises, huh?" she said, smiling. He was sure full of surprises over the past day, that was for sure.
"Let's go," he said, opening the porch door for her.
They walked outside, and into the snow covered, tree shaded yard. The temperature had risen somewhat and the snow was beginning to melt away a bit.
"Better make that snowman now, if you want to, before it melts," he said.
"Okay," she said, then paused.
"What is it?"
"Show me."
He looked at her, questioningly.
"How to do it, I've never made one before," she said, looking sheepish, "I know, underprivileged, snowman making just doesn't come with living in Southern California."
He smiled, putting down the backpack and starting to roll the snow into what would become the bottom of the snowman.
"You do the same, Buffy, then we'll have the middle of him," he said to her.
Buffy bent over and they both rolled the snow into large and medium sized round snowman parts. Once Spike was done with his, he placed hers on top of his. "Now you get to make a head," he told her, "be right back," he said, going inside.
When he came back out he had a carrot in one hand, and an old scarf and hat in another, he looked at her and smiled as she put the head up onto the body, packing in the sides along the bottom, so it would stay.
"Becoming quite the snowman making expert, I see," he said.
"What's that?"
"Part of the snowman's attire, and his nose; the carrot was in the grocery goody bag from Edna," he said, handing them to her.
Buffy placed the hat on his head then wrapped the scarf around its neck.
"What about his eyes and mouth?" she said, holding onto the carrot.
"Well, don't have any coal...oh, wait, I know," he said, and sprinted back into the house. He came out a few moments later carrying some small, blackened pieces of wood he'd gotten out of the fireplace.
"We'll just break these up and use them, they're almost like coal, black at least."
Buffy took off her gloves and went to work breaking the wood into eye and mouth like pieces. A couple of minutes later, she had made her face for the snowman.
"What do you think?" she asked him, standing back to admire it?
"It's great," he said, "very admiral job, for your first time.
He looked at her as frowned, "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Turn around, don't look!" she instructed.
He shook his head in bemusement and laughed, but turned around, anyway. He could hear her breaking up more pieces of wood.
"Okay, now you can look!" she told him.
He turned around and stared at the snowman, his mouth opening, then roaring with laughter, "I think that is the best snowman I've ever seen!" he exclaimed.
Buffy had replaced two of the round pieces of wood that made up the snowman's mouth, with two pointy ones. She now had a vampire snowman.
"Thought you'd like it!" she said, "I like it much better, myself, in fact," she said, as she bent down, to 'wash' the burnt wood off of her hands with snow, before putting on her gloves, again.
"Spike the Snowman!" she said, patting Snowman Spike on the head, and looking over to smile at the real deal.
Buffy returned to the kitchen a few minutes later dressed in her warm jacket, leather gloves, a hat, and a pair of hiking boots she'd brought. Spike was already waiting for her, carrying a medium sized backpack with him. He had changed his wet clothes and was wearing a long sleeved black pullover, black jeans, and an old army jacket that she'd never seen before, and of course, his Doc Martens.
"What's in there," she asked nodding toward the backpack.
"You'll see," he answered.
"More surprises, huh?" she said, smiling. He was sure full of surprises over the past day, that was for sure.
"Let's go," he said, opening the porch door for her.
They walked outside, and into the snow covered, tree shaded yard. The temperature had risen somewhat and the snow was beginning to melt away a bit.
"Better make that snowman now, if you want to, before it melts," he said.
"Okay," she said, then paused.
"What is it?"
"Show me."
He looked at her, questioningly.
"How to do it, I've never made one before," she said, looking sheepish, "I know, underprivileged, snowman making just doesn't come with living in Southern California."
He smiled, putting down the backpack and starting to roll the snow into what would become the bottom of the snowman.
"You do the same, Buffy, then we'll have the middle of him," he said to her.
Buffy bent over and they both rolled the snow into large and medium sized round snowman parts. Once Spike was done with his, he placed hers on top of his. "Now you get to make a head," he told her, "be right back," he said, going inside.
When he came back out he had a carrot in one hand, and an old scarf and hat in another, he looked at her and smiled as she put the head up onto the body, packing in the sides along the bottom, so it would stay.
"Becoming quite the snowman making expert, I see," he said.
"What's that?"
"Part of the snowman's attire, and his nose; the carrot was in the grocery goody bag from Edna," he said, handing them to her.
Buffy placed the hat on his head then wrapped the scarf around its neck.
"What about his eyes and mouth?" she said, holding onto the carrot.
"Well, don't have any coal...oh, wait, I know," he said, and sprinted back into the house. He came out a few moments later carrying some small, blackened pieces of wood he'd gotten out of the fireplace.
"We'll just break these up and use them, they're almost like coal, black at least."
Buffy took off her gloves and went to work breaking the wood into eye and mouth like pieces. A couple of minutes later, she had made her face for the snowman.
"What do you think?" she asked him, standing back to admire it?
"It's great," he said, "very admiral job, for your first time.
He looked at her as frowned, "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Turn around, don't look!" she instructed.
He shook his head in bemusement and laughed, but turned around, anyway. He could hear her breaking up more pieces of wood.
"Okay, now you can look!" she told him.
He turned around and stared at the snowman, his mouth opening, then roaring with laughter, "I think that is the best snowman I've ever seen!" he exclaimed.
Buffy had replaced two of the round pieces of wood that made up the snowman's mouth, with two pointy ones. She now had a vampire snowman.
"Thought you'd like it!" she said, "I like it much better, myself, in fact," she said, as she bent down, to 'wash' the burnt wood off of her hands with snow, before putting on her gloves, again.
"Spike the Snowman!" she said, patting Snowman Spike on the head, and looking over to smile at the real deal.