Hello!! I am really sorry that I didn't update sooner, but my parents were
taking me on all these different "vacations" as they called them. All they
really were were trips to visit relatives that we visit every summer. And I
am really worried about my grades. (Even if I have all 'A's' I still freak
out if I get a grade lower then a 'B'. Don't ask me why.) I've been to
California, Arizona, and Utah. My family and I are the only ones who live
outside of the southwest. But that's okay. Well, now that I've told you
about my family's frequent trips; let's get onto the story.
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Buffy sighed, while Spike and Dawn continued talking. Touching her hand to her forehead, Buffy said, "'Cause God knows I can't do anything without you being here."
Spike looked up quickly, a slightly alarmed look on his face, but that faded when he saw that Buffy didn't have any weapons.
"Hello Luv. What brings you here?" he asked with a coy smile. "Gosh, I thought you would've stopped by Harris' or Red's before you saw me. I'm flattered really."
"I didn't know that everyone else was here because I certainly didn't want to see you here. How did you get here? It's not like you have a phone." Buffy glanced over at Dawn, who was looking questionably at a book that lay on the table.
"My letter said to call, so I did; from a pay phone. Can't say I really enjoyed the surprise. Didn't even get a chance to grab my good lighter. But the room is nice." Spike gestured at his surroundings. For the first time, Buffy really noticed the room she was in. The walls were painted black; with brass light fixtures attached every couple of feet. It gave the room a constant night feeling that didn't sit well with Buffy. The plush black leather chairs that he and dawn sat in were placed sporadically in the right corner close to the hell door. A black four-poster bed was farthest from the door, with blood red sheets and pillows. The bathroom and closet were on the opposite side of the room the Buffy stood by, while a fridge lay next to the bed.
After a moment, Buffy spoke, "It's nice, if you like the dead look. Then again, of course you do."
"Hey Spike," Dawn cut in. "Who's William Hayden?" She was reading the book, which was apparently a poetry book. "Because, whoever he is, he didn't finish this book. There's a bunch of blank pages. Some of the poems aren't even finished."
"Don't know him." Spike answered hastily as he walked over and grabbed it out of her hands. He shuffled through it and put it in the closet. .
"Anyway." Buffy motioned to Dawn, "we should go see Willow and Xander." Dawn stood up cautiously, her eyes still on Spike. She gave Buffy a confused look as she went down the crystal lit hall. Buffy raised her eyebrows ay Spike as she followed Dawn's path.
Willow seemed more eager to talk when she a Tara found their way into the Summers' room about ten minutes later. Their shared room was on the other side of Buffy's, but there was no connecting door.
"Then what's that other door for?" Buffy asked as she eased the door open. "Oh my God!" she cried out. The closet was filled with weapons of every kind. Axes and swards hung from the walls, while sharpened stakes and crosses filled crates along the floor. Jars of holy water lined the shelves that were hung from the wall opposite of the door.
"Wow." Willow was the only one of them that had anything to say, even if she didn't have much. After a moment, Tara joined her in that.
"I guess it's for the game we're gong to play. I think."
"Or it's for if Spike really starts to annoy me." Buffy deadpanned as she shut the door. "So what do you two know about this game?"
"Only that it's going to start tonight at about ten. Julian let it slip. It's funny." Willow said laughing. "I told Xander that, and Anya immediately jumped in and said 'Well, we should go get a lot of sleep before we go. Or we can just have a lot of sex.' She grabbed him and dragged him back to their room. That was last night. I don't know if they died or they're still at it."
"Well then I think it's time to 'wake' them up. Dawn could you go?" Dawn nodded at Buffy and headed out into the hall. After she left Buffy leaned into Willow and Tara. "Why is she here? I mean it's not like she's one of us fighters. Spike being here I can understand, because he helps, sort of. But she doesn't really do anything."
"What if it's not that kind of game?" Tara asked slowly.
"Yeah!" Willow gestured wildly. "What if it's something like chess, or even Candyland!?"
"Okay Will, come back to reality. Judging by those weapons, I think it'll be a fighting competition-and not a game of Candyland. But that would be cool."
"Hey Buff!" Xander strolled into the room, followed by a grumbling Anya and a sleepy Giles. "What took you so long to get here? And did you see the weapons? I saw mine and immediately thought of you."
"You got some too? Wow. Hey Giles, did you get a-" Buffy was cut off by Giles' excitement.
"A library? Yes! Some of the most valuable books I have ever seen. Who knew that, after centuries, the only copy of Senjenkdie would be here. Along with a complete guide to all ancient Japanese demons-including the strongest half-breed Inu-"
(a/n: sorry, had to put in a mention. There will be more of those, but it won't be part of the main story line.)
"Giles we get the picture." Anya turned to Xander. "Can we go back and have more sex now? We know that they are all okay now, and they know that we are doing fine, so let's go."
"See, I try to teach her discretion, but it's just now sinking in."
"Don't worry Xander we understand." Buffy sighed as the silence set in. Silence that was too short, as a voice rang out across the room.
"Well, what a happy reunion. Makes me feel all gooey inside. Maybe I should leave." Spike smirked as he leaned against Buffy's bedpost, puffing slowly on a cigarette.
"Yes Spike, why don't you?" Buffy turned reluctantly while everyone settled back to watch them argue.
"Can't leave. Jules just said for me to tell you that special luncheon party will be starting in about an hour. So I'd get ready if I were you. And dress for the occasion. He wanted me to wear a tux. Bugger that." Spike flicked his smoke onto the floor and stalked out of the room.
"Well, I think that Xander and I need to go get ready. It could take up the whole hour, so don't come looking for us," Anya diligently said, pulling Xander out by the arm. Willow shrugged and headed out the door, as Giles and Tara followed suit, gazing back at Buffy and Dawn.
When they were all gone, Buffy and Dawn both bathed and dressed, fretting constantly about their appearances. After about forty-five minutes, they were ready, but still anxious. Buffy had chosen a short light blue dress with a soft square neckline. To match, she picked out while strappy sandals and swept her hair up into a ponytail. A crystal cross hung from her neck.
Dawn had selected, or rather Buffy selected, a conservative black dress that hung around her knees. It had a crew cut neckline and no sleeves. Emerald earrings and an emerald teardrop adorned her ears and neck, while green satin shoes fit her feet perfectly.
Just as Buffy was finishing her make-up, Spike waltzed through the side door, startling her and pleasing Dawn, who was brushing out her long hair.
"God Spike! Are you going to at least knock?!" Buffy cried out as she stormed out of the bathroom like an angry bull.
"Well, Luv, it depends. Are you going to lock the door?"
"There is no lock," Buffy admitted.
"Then I guess the answer is no. Shall we go?" Spike held out his hand to Dawn, who cheerfully accepted. Buffy slid her gaze to his outfit. He had done nothing for the occasion, just thrown on his usual jeans and tee shirt, along with his classic black duster.
Buffy shook her head and followed him and Dawn out into the hallway.
In the hall, everyone else was dressed and ready to go. Giles and Xander were decked out in Tuxes, while Willow was wearing a light green dress that reached down to her ankles. Tara had picked out a dark purple dress with tapered ends and no sleeves. Anya had on a short red dress with a plunging neckline. Spike was the only one that really stood out.
"Well," Giles began. "I guess we should call for Mr. Marquet." He moved toward a brass bell that was placed by the entrance of the cul-de-sac of rooms.
"There is no need, "boomed Julian's kindly voice as he appeared suddenly. "Is everyone ready to go?" Willow looked around and nodded to Julian, who moved to a hidden door. Inside was an elevator, which they all crowded into. As it sped upward, Buffy's hand started to quiver from nervousness. She began to take deep breaths, hoping that nobody would notice.
Someone did notice though. Spike, whom was standing right next to her, grasped her hand and smiled reassuringly. Buffy quickly pulled her hand away from his, leaving Spike with a hurt look on his face.
The elevator stopped and Julian stepped off toward an oak door to the right. He swung it open and said, "Welcome to the Gala."
(Yes, I know that it's a crappy story and that I really shouldn't write anymore, but I really don't care if people read it or not. I just want to write it, just for me to enjoy. I also write for my good friend Spikeslildevil, who never write back to me, but that's okay. I also want to apologize for not updating sooner. {Don't know if I said that already} Sorry! I'll shut-up now. See ya next chapter!)
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Buffy sighed, while Spike and Dawn continued talking. Touching her hand to her forehead, Buffy said, "'Cause God knows I can't do anything without you being here."
Spike looked up quickly, a slightly alarmed look on his face, but that faded when he saw that Buffy didn't have any weapons.
"Hello Luv. What brings you here?" he asked with a coy smile. "Gosh, I thought you would've stopped by Harris' or Red's before you saw me. I'm flattered really."
"I didn't know that everyone else was here because I certainly didn't want to see you here. How did you get here? It's not like you have a phone." Buffy glanced over at Dawn, who was looking questionably at a book that lay on the table.
"My letter said to call, so I did; from a pay phone. Can't say I really enjoyed the surprise. Didn't even get a chance to grab my good lighter. But the room is nice." Spike gestured at his surroundings. For the first time, Buffy really noticed the room she was in. The walls were painted black; with brass light fixtures attached every couple of feet. It gave the room a constant night feeling that didn't sit well with Buffy. The plush black leather chairs that he and dawn sat in were placed sporadically in the right corner close to the hell door. A black four-poster bed was farthest from the door, with blood red sheets and pillows. The bathroom and closet were on the opposite side of the room the Buffy stood by, while a fridge lay next to the bed.
After a moment, Buffy spoke, "It's nice, if you like the dead look. Then again, of course you do."
"Hey Spike," Dawn cut in. "Who's William Hayden?" She was reading the book, which was apparently a poetry book. "Because, whoever he is, he didn't finish this book. There's a bunch of blank pages. Some of the poems aren't even finished."
"Don't know him." Spike answered hastily as he walked over and grabbed it out of her hands. He shuffled through it and put it in the closet. .
"Anyway." Buffy motioned to Dawn, "we should go see Willow and Xander." Dawn stood up cautiously, her eyes still on Spike. She gave Buffy a confused look as she went down the crystal lit hall. Buffy raised her eyebrows ay Spike as she followed Dawn's path.
Willow seemed more eager to talk when she a Tara found their way into the Summers' room about ten minutes later. Their shared room was on the other side of Buffy's, but there was no connecting door.
"Then what's that other door for?" Buffy asked as she eased the door open. "Oh my God!" she cried out. The closet was filled with weapons of every kind. Axes and swards hung from the walls, while sharpened stakes and crosses filled crates along the floor. Jars of holy water lined the shelves that were hung from the wall opposite of the door.
"Wow." Willow was the only one of them that had anything to say, even if she didn't have much. After a moment, Tara joined her in that.
"I guess it's for the game we're gong to play. I think."
"Or it's for if Spike really starts to annoy me." Buffy deadpanned as she shut the door. "So what do you two know about this game?"
"Only that it's going to start tonight at about ten. Julian let it slip. It's funny." Willow said laughing. "I told Xander that, and Anya immediately jumped in and said 'Well, we should go get a lot of sleep before we go. Or we can just have a lot of sex.' She grabbed him and dragged him back to their room. That was last night. I don't know if they died or they're still at it."
"Well then I think it's time to 'wake' them up. Dawn could you go?" Dawn nodded at Buffy and headed out into the hall. After she left Buffy leaned into Willow and Tara. "Why is she here? I mean it's not like she's one of us fighters. Spike being here I can understand, because he helps, sort of. But she doesn't really do anything."
"What if it's not that kind of game?" Tara asked slowly.
"Yeah!" Willow gestured wildly. "What if it's something like chess, or even Candyland!?"
"Okay Will, come back to reality. Judging by those weapons, I think it'll be a fighting competition-and not a game of Candyland. But that would be cool."
"Hey Buff!" Xander strolled into the room, followed by a grumbling Anya and a sleepy Giles. "What took you so long to get here? And did you see the weapons? I saw mine and immediately thought of you."
"You got some too? Wow. Hey Giles, did you get a-" Buffy was cut off by Giles' excitement.
"A library? Yes! Some of the most valuable books I have ever seen. Who knew that, after centuries, the only copy of Senjenkdie would be here. Along with a complete guide to all ancient Japanese demons-including the strongest half-breed Inu-"
(a/n: sorry, had to put in a mention. There will be more of those, but it won't be part of the main story line.)
"Giles we get the picture." Anya turned to Xander. "Can we go back and have more sex now? We know that they are all okay now, and they know that we are doing fine, so let's go."
"See, I try to teach her discretion, but it's just now sinking in."
"Don't worry Xander we understand." Buffy sighed as the silence set in. Silence that was too short, as a voice rang out across the room.
"Well, what a happy reunion. Makes me feel all gooey inside. Maybe I should leave." Spike smirked as he leaned against Buffy's bedpost, puffing slowly on a cigarette.
"Yes Spike, why don't you?" Buffy turned reluctantly while everyone settled back to watch them argue.
"Can't leave. Jules just said for me to tell you that special luncheon party will be starting in about an hour. So I'd get ready if I were you. And dress for the occasion. He wanted me to wear a tux. Bugger that." Spike flicked his smoke onto the floor and stalked out of the room.
"Well, I think that Xander and I need to go get ready. It could take up the whole hour, so don't come looking for us," Anya diligently said, pulling Xander out by the arm. Willow shrugged and headed out the door, as Giles and Tara followed suit, gazing back at Buffy and Dawn.
When they were all gone, Buffy and Dawn both bathed and dressed, fretting constantly about their appearances. After about forty-five minutes, they were ready, but still anxious. Buffy had chosen a short light blue dress with a soft square neckline. To match, she picked out while strappy sandals and swept her hair up into a ponytail. A crystal cross hung from her neck.
Dawn had selected, or rather Buffy selected, a conservative black dress that hung around her knees. It had a crew cut neckline and no sleeves. Emerald earrings and an emerald teardrop adorned her ears and neck, while green satin shoes fit her feet perfectly.
Just as Buffy was finishing her make-up, Spike waltzed through the side door, startling her and pleasing Dawn, who was brushing out her long hair.
"God Spike! Are you going to at least knock?!" Buffy cried out as she stormed out of the bathroom like an angry bull.
"Well, Luv, it depends. Are you going to lock the door?"
"There is no lock," Buffy admitted.
"Then I guess the answer is no. Shall we go?" Spike held out his hand to Dawn, who cheerfully accepted. Buffy slid her gaze to his outfit. He had done nothing for the occasion, just thrown on his usual jeans and tee shirt, along with his classic black duster.
Buffy shook her head and followed him and Dawn out into the hallway.
In the hall, everyone else was dressed and ready to go. Giles and Xander were decked out in Tuxes, while Willow was wearing a light green dress that reached down to her ankles. Tara had picked out a dark purple dress with tapered ends and no sleeves. Anya had on a short red dress with a plunging neckline. Spike was the only one that really stood out.
"Well," Giles began. "I guess we should call for Mr. Marquet." He moved toward a brass bell that was placed by the entrance of the cul-de-sac of rooms.
"There is no need, "boomed Julian's kindly voice as he appeared suddenly. "Is everyone ready to go?" Willow looked around and nodded to Julian, who moved to a hidden door. Inside was an elevator, which they all crowded into. As it sped upward, Buffy's hand started to quiver from nervousness. She began to take deep breaths, hoping that nobody would notice.
Someone did notice though. Spike, whom was standing right next to her, grasped her hand and smiled reassuringly. Buffy quickly pulled her hand away from his, leaving Spike with a hurt look on his face.
The elevator stopped and Julian stepped off toward an oak door to the right. He swung it open and said, "Welcome to the Gala."
(Yes, I know that it's a crappy story and that I really shouldn't write anymore, but I really don't care if people read it or not. I just want to write it, just for me to enjoy. I also write for my good friend Spikeslildevil, who never write back to me, but that's okay. I also want to apologize for not updating sooner. {Don't know if I said that already} Sorry! I'll shut-up now. See ya next chapter!)