Chapter 15
With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemies?
Buffy awoke with a start, the room was darkness, and she must have been asleep for hours. Stretching, she got off the bed and went downstairs. Willow was reclining on the sofa, watching the history channel.
"Hey Buff, nice nap?" Willow asked.
"How long was I asleep, why didn't anyone wake me?" Buffy asked.
"We thought it best to leave you, being an expectant mom and all," Willow smiled.
"When are you lot going to get into your heads that I am only pregnant, not suffering from a terminal sickness?" snapped Buffy.
"Ooh, sounds like some one got out of the wrong side of the bed, anyway as it happens, I was supposed to patrol tonight with Xander; he can't make it, wanna come with?" asked Willow.
"Do I ever? It's been days since I've had any action, well of the fighty kind," said Buffy blushing as she remembered the action she had got in the doctor's office that morning with Spike.
Willow smiled a satisfied smile; she had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. Xander had only called ten minutes ago; someone at "Willies" had known a demon, which knew a demon that could help them. She looked at her watch; the event was planned for in an hour's time.
"So what are we looking for?" asked Buffy.
"Nuthin' too dangerous, just your average common vamps," said Willow.
"My favourite," she smiled.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Giles, I'm moving out," said Spike
"What do you mean?" asked Giles
"Got myself a place in the graveyard near Buffy's," house," he replied.
"A crypt?" asked Giles in surprise.
"Yep, was kinda hoping to make it a home for Buffy and I, but after today I don't know," he said sadly.
"You will keep in touch?" asked Giles.
"I will at that, thanks for putting me up, these last few weeks, any time you might want to drop by, look for the "Harper crypt," Spike told him.
Giles patted Spike comfortingly on the shoulder; the vampire proceeded to gather up his meagre belongings and headed out into the night.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Xander and Anya sat in the bushes, a large basket by their side, it was a cold night, Anya was far from happy and her legs were beginning to cramp.
"A Hakika demon once tried to date me back in the Victorian times, I just couldn't get past the height difference," she said.
"Did one of those little suckers ever kiss you?" asked Xander
"No, why do you ask?" said Anya.
"Oh nothing, would just explain a lot, that's all," said Xander ironically.
"Sssh, I think I hear someone coming," Anya whispered.
Xander poked his head through the bushes.
"Oh, it's only Spike," he said relieved.
Spike stopped in his tracks, sniffing the air, he walked over to the bush that concealed the couple.
"Nice night for sitting in the bushes? Well it's gotta be an improvement on your basement, hasn't it?" asked Spike.
"It's my fault we're here, I wanted to try sex in a graveyard, the thought of all those dead bodies, just call me kinky," she smiled.
Xander groaned and rolled his eyes.
Spike noticed the basket, "What's in the basket, Harris?" he asked
"Nuthin' just a present for Buffy, it's her birthday soon," Xander lied.
"Yes, and we are trying to patrol, so if you don't mind," said Anya.
"Fine I know when I'm not bloody wanted!" snapped Spike, marching off angrily.
"That was close, if he'd had any idea what we were up to, he would have stopped us," breathed Xander with a sigh of relief.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow and Buffy walked through the graveyard, Buffy had her stake at the ready, eager to slay, also mindful of the fact, that should her other half catch her here, she might be the one who got slayed.
"Seems pretty dead here tonight," quipped Buffy.
Willow groaned, "Graveyard, remember? Things are supposed to be dead,"
Buffy sighed in disappointment.
They came to stop at a large bushy area.
"Willow, I don't think anything is going to happen tonight, let's just go home, this was a bad idea," said Buffy dolefully.
"Wait!" said Willow desperately.
A rustling in the bushes caught Buffy's attention, she turned sharply, looking at Willow.
"What was that?" asked Buffy.
"We'd better check it out," said Willow, trying to repress a smile.
Buffy edged slowly forward, stake raised. Anya popped her head out of the bush.
"Surprise!" beamed Anya.
Xander slapped his hand against his forehead.
"Anya, I said we needed the element of surprise! Not that we were doing her a surprise," whispered Xander angrily
"Sorry hun," said Anya apologetically.
Xander decided to make the best of a bad situation, he dragged the basket out of the bushes.
"Sorry to lure you here under false pretences, but we got you a little gift," smiled Xander.
"What is it?" asked Buffy.
"Have a look, I'm sure you will like it," encouraged Willow.
Buffy knelt on the grass and undid the leather straps.
"Thanks you guys, you really are best," said Buffy.
Buffy lifted the lid to the basket, in a blinding flash a scaly hand pulled her head inside the basket, as she was taken off guard. She opened her mouth to scream, which was cut off by a large wet tongue being thrust into her mouth. She instinctively bit down on it, which caused the "thing" to yelp. Buffy quickly did up the straps and threw the basket at Xander.
"Ewwww! What the crap was that!" She asked, looking at her friends in fury.
"You okay Buffy?" asked Willow.
"Great! I love having demons, or what ever that was, trying to give me a frenchie," snapped Buffy.
"Well Spike's a demon, I am sure you didn't mind his tongue, I'm an ex- demon and Xander says he like my tongue, especially when I," Anya got no further as Xander interrupted her.
"Anya! Enough already, there was supposed to be a cute little kitten in there, must have been a mix up at the pet store," said Xander innocently.
"I don't feel so good," Buffy complained.
"What is it?" asked Willow in concern.
"My tongue hurts," said Buffy.
"Oh, that'll pass," said Willow unthinkingly.
"What! You lot better tell me what was in the basket, right now, please don't tell me it's related to that demon that gave me the power to read people's minds?" she asked fearfully.
"It was a Hakika demon," admitted Anya.
"A Hakki- whatty?" asked Buffy.
"In other words a truth demon," said Willow guiltily.
Buffy held up her hands in despair.
"What great friends I have, I am going home!" She said, striding away.
"That's done it!" sighed Xander.
"Yep, I think it has," said Willow grinning from ear to ear.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy entered her home, slamming the door hard, her mom came out of the kitchen, ready for bed. She noted the scowl on her daughter's face.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Don't get me started mom, I'm not in the mood right now," Buffy replied.
Joyce decided to test the waters, to see if Willow had been successful in her plan; she asked her daughter a question she thought she might lie about.
"How much did your little trip to Vegas cost me?" asked Joyce.
Buffy stood there staring at her mother, a look of extreme exertion on her face as she struggled to stall giving her mom an answer.
"Oh! About $4,000," blurted out Buffy through clenched lips.
"Buffy!" Said her mom in stunned silence.
Maybe too much truth wasn't such a good thing. Buffy looked guiltily at the carpet.
"I need to find Spike, I have something I need to tell him, plus I want to get him in the sack, I'm gonna have him staring at ceiling tiles all night!"
Buffy slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
"I have to get out of here, before I say something I'll really regret," she groaned.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy hammered on the door of Giles's apartment.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," said a voice bad-temperedly from behind the door.
Giles sleepily opened the door to an anxious looking Buffy.
"Is Spike here?" asked Buffy urgently.
Giles rubbed tired eyes.
"No, he's gone," he replied.
"You mean working at Willies?" said Buffy.
"No, gone in, has moved out," Giles replied.
"You don't mean he's left Sunnydale? Oh my God, it's all my fault, I was such a bitch to him!" she wailed.
"Now calm down, he hasn't gone anywhere, try the cemetery near your home; he's taken up residence in a crypt there," he told her.
"Which one? There are so many crypts there," she said.
"I think he said the old Harper crypt," he replied.
"Thanks Giles I could kiss you, in fact I think I will," she said quickly kissing his cheek.
She turned to go. Giles smiled contentedly.
"You ever thought of dating my mom, I mean, both of you have already got past the preliminaries. The sex on the police car and all that,"
Giles made a choking sound.
"I have to go," she said desperately.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike, settled down in his armchair, surveying his new residence. The room had a warm glow from the many candles, it all felt hollow to him. This crypt was not a home, it was missing his mate, and downstairs was all finished now. He'd even bought a few items of baby clothes, stored away in a chest, for their impending child.
His chest ached; glad to have no beating heart, to make the pain worse. He took a large swallow of vodka from the glass in his hand. Spike switched on the TV; even the new series of Dawson starting couldn't rouse his interest. This was worse than Druscilla leaving him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy neared the crypt; the small high windows glowed. It looked out of place in the surrounding darkness, she arrived at the door, her hand on the latch, hesitating slightly, and then she shoved the heavy wooden door open.
Spike's head spun round at the intrusion, relaxing as he saw the intruder.
" To what do I owe the honour of this visit?" he said arching an eyebrow.
She stood looking at him, hands on her hips.
"So when were you gonna tell me you'd moved?" she asked.
"Didn't think you were interested," he replied.
"Of course I am interested in you, all of your parts interest me," she said licking her lips.
Spike felt himself responding against his will.
"Especially the more noticeable ones," she said, her gaze focusing on his lap.
"Look, Buffy, if a little bit of cold comfort is all, you're here for, then you can get stuffed,"
"Bit late for that, you already stuffed me good and proper," she giggled, touching her belly.
"Stop playing games Buffy, my heart can only take so much rejection," he growled.
"Nice place you have here, I like it," she said trying to evade his answer.
"Buffy!" he exclaimed
"Ok, you wanna know why I'm here, I'll tell you, and I am going to be truthful, I don't have any choice in that," she sighed.
Spike sat back in his seat. "This will make a refreshing change," he said smugly.
TBC
With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemies?
Buffy awoke with a start, the room was darkness, and she must have been asleep for hours. Stretching, she got off the bed and went downstairs. Willow was reclining on the sofa, watching the history channel.
"Hey Buff, nice nap?" Willow asked.
"How long was I asleep, why didn't anyone wake me?" Buffy asked.
"We thought it best to leave you, being an expectant mom and all," Willow smiled.
"When are you lot going to get into your heads that I am only pregnant, not suffering from a terminal sickness?" snapped Buffy.
"Ooh, sounds like some one got out of the wrong side of the bed, anyway as it happens, I was supposed to patrol tonight with Xander; he can't make it, wanna come with?" asked Willow.
"Do I ever? It's been days since I've had any action, well of the fighty kind," said Buffy blushing as she remembered the action she had got in the doctor's office that morning with Spike.
Willow smiled a satisfied smile; she had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. Xander had only called ten minutes ago; someone at "Willies" had known a demon, which knew a demon that could help them. She looked at her watch; the event was planned for in an hour's time.
"So what are we looking for?" asked Buffy.
"Nuthin' too dangerous, just your average common vamps," said Willow.
"My favourite," she smiled.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Giles, I'm moving out," said Spike
"What do you mean?" asked Giles
"Got myself a place in the graveyard near Buffy's," house," he replied.
"A crypt?" asked Giles in surprise.
"Yep, was kinda hoping to make it a home for Buffy and I, but after today I don't know," he said sadly.
"You will keep in touch?" asked Giles.
"I will at that, thanks for putting me up, these last few weeks, any time you might want to drop by, look for the "Harper crypt," Spike told him.
Giles patted Spike comfortingly on the shoulder; the vampire proceeded to gather up his meagre belongings and headed out into the night.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Xander and Anya sat in the bushes, a large basket by their side, it was a cold night, Anya was far from happy and her legs were beginning to cramp.
"A Hakika demon once tried to date me back in the Victorian times, I just couldn't get past the height difference," she said.
"Did one of those little suckers ever kiss you?" asked Xander
"No, why do you ask?" said Anya.
"Oh nothing, would just explain a lot, that's all," said Xander ironically.
"Sssh, I think I hear someone coming," Anya whispered.
Xander poked his head through the bushes.
"Oh, it's only Spike," he said relieved.
Spike stopped in his tracks, sniffing the air, he walked over to the bush that concealed the couple.
"Nice night for sitting in the bushes? Well it's gotta be an improvement on your basement, hasn't it?" asked Spike.
"It's my fault we're here, I wanted to try sex in a graveyard, the thought of all those dead bodies, just call me kinky," she smiled.
Xander groaned and rolled his eyes.
Spike noticed the basket, "What's in the basket, Harris?" he asked
"Nuthin' just a present for Buffy, it's her birthday soon," Xander lied.
"Yes, and we are trying to patrol, so if you don't mind," said Anya.
"Fine I know when I'm not bloody wanted!" snapped Spike, marching off angrily.
"That was close, if he'd had any idea what we were up to, he would have stopped us," breathed Xander with a sigh of relief.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow and Buffy walked through the graveyard, Buffy had her stake at the ready, eager to slay, also mindful of the fact, that should her other half catch her here, she might be the one who got slayed.
"Seems pretty dead here tonight," quipped Buffy.
Willow groaned, "Graveyard, remember? Things are supposed to be dead,"
Buffy sighed in disappointment.
They came to stop at a large bushy area.
"Willow, I don't think anything is going to happen tonight, let's just go home, this was a bad idea," said Buffy dolefully.
"Wait!" said Willow desperately.
A rustling in the bushes caught Buffy's attention, she turned sharply, looking at Willow.
"What was that?" asked Buffy.
"We'd better check it out," said Willow, trying to repress a smile.
Buffy edged slowly forward, stake raised. Anya popped her head out of the bush.
"Surprise!" beamed Anya.
Xander slapped his hand against his forehead.
"Anya, I said we needed the element of surprise! Not that we were doing her a surprise," whispered Xander angrily
"Sorry hun," said Anya apologetically.
Xander decided to make the best of a bad situation, he dragged the basket out of the bushes.
"Sorry to lure you here under false pretences, but we got you a little gift," smiled Xander.
"What is it?" asked Buffy.
"Have a look, I'm sure you will like it," encouraged Willow.
Buffy knelt on the grass and undid the leather straps.
"Thanks you guys, you really are best," said Buffy.
Buffy lifted the lid to the basket, in a blinding flash a scaly hand pulled her head inside the basket, as she was taken off guard. She opened her mouth to scream, which was cut off by a large wet tongue being thrust into her mouth. She instinctively bit down on it, which caused the "thing" to yelp. Buffy quickly did up the straps and threw the basket at Xander.
"Ewwww! What the crap was that!" She asked, looking at her friends in fury.
"You okay Buffy?" asked Willow.
"Great! I love having demons, or what ever that was, trying to give me a frenchie," snapped Buffy.
"Well Spike's a demon, I am sure you didn't mind his tongue, I'm an ex- demon and Xander says he like my tongue, especially when I," Anya got no further as Xander interrupted her.
"Anya! Enough already, there was supposed to be a cute little kitten in there, must have been a mix up at the pet store," said Xander innocently.
"I don't feel so good," Buffy complained.
"What is it?" asked Willow in concern.
"My tongue hurts," said Buffy.
"Oh, that'll pass," said Willow unthinkingly.
"What! You lot better tell me what was in the basket, right now, please don't tell me it's related to that demon that gave me the power to read people's minds?" she asked fearfully.
"It was a Hakika demon," admitted Anya.
"A Hakki- whatty?" asked Buffy.
"In other words a truth demon," said Willow guiltily.
Buffy held up her hands in despair.
"What great friends I have, I am going home!" She said, striding away.
"That's done it!" sighed Xander.
"Yep, I think it has," said Willow grinning from ear to ear.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy entered her home, slamming the door hard, her mom came out of the kitchen, ready for bed. She noted the scowl on her daughter's face.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Don't get me started mom, I'm not in the mood right now," Buffy replied.
Joyce decided to test the waters, to see if Willow had been successful in her plan; she asked her daughter a question she thought she might lie about.
"How much did your little trip to Vegas cost me?" asked Joyce.
Buffy stood there staring at her mother, a look of extreme exertion on her face as she struggled to stall giving her mom an answer.
"Oh! About $4,000," blurted out Buffy through clenched lips.
"Buffy!" Said her mom in stunned silence.
Maybe too much truth wasn't such a good thing. Buffy looked guiltily at the carpet.
"I need to find Spike, I have something I need to tell him, plus I want to get him in the sack, I'm gonna have him staring at ceiling tiles all night!"
Buffy slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
"I have to get out of here, before I say something I'll really regret," she groaned.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy hammered on the door of Giles's apartment.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," said a voice bad-temperedly from behind the door.
Giles sleepily opened the door to an anxious looking Buffy.
"Is Spike here?" asked Buffy urgently.
Giles rubbed tired eyes.
"No, he's gone," he replied.
"You mean working at Willies?" said Buffy.
"No, gone in, has moved out," Giles replied.
"You don't mean he's left Sunnydale? Oh my God, it's all my fault, I was such a bitch to him!" she wailed.
"Now calm down, he hasn't gone anywhere, try the cemetery near your home; he's taken up residence in a crypt there," he told her.
"Which one? There are so many crypts there," she said.
"I think he said the old Harper crypt," he replied.
"Thanks Giles I could kiss you, in fact I think I will," she said quickly kissing his cheek.
She turned to go. Giles smiled contentedly.
"You ever thought of dating my mom, I mean, both of you have already got past the preliminaries. The sex on the police car and all that,"
Giles made a choking sound.
"I have to go," she said desperately.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike, settled down in his armchair, surveying his new residence. The room had a warm glow from the many candles, it all felt hollow to him. This crypt was not a home, it was missing his mate, and downstairs was all finished now. He'd even bought a few items of baby clothes, stored away in a chest, for their impending child.
His chest ached; glad to have no beating heart, to make the pain worse. He took a large swallow of vodka from the glass in his hand. Spike switched on the TV; even the new series of Dawson starting couldn't rouse his interest. This was worse than Druscilla leaving him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy neared the crypt; the small high windows glowed. It looked out of place in the surrounding darkness, she arrived at the door, her hand on the latch, hesitating slightly, and then she shoved the heavy wooden door open.
Spike's head spun round at the intrusion, relaxing as he saw the intruder.
" To what do I owe the honour of this visit?" he said arching an eyebrow.
She stood looking at him, hands on her hips.
"So when were you gonna tell me you'd moved?" she asked.
"Didn't think you were interested," he replied.
"Of course I am interested in you, all of your parts interest me," she said licking her lips.
Spike felt himself responding against his will.
"Especially the more noticeable ones," she said, her gaze focusing on his lap.
"Look, Buffy, if a little bit of cold comfort is all, you're here for, then you can get stuffed,"
"Bit late for that, you already stuffed me good and proper," she giggled, touching her belly.
"Stop playing games Buffy, my heart can only take so much rejection," he growled.
"Nice place you have here, I like it," she said trying to evade his answer.
"Buffy!" he exclaimed
"Ok, you wanna know why I'm here, I'll tell you, and I am going to be truthful, I don't have any choice in that," she sighed.
Spike sat back in his seat. "This will make a refreshing change," he said smugly.
TBC