Disclaimer: Only Rowan and her Pack belong to me. All other characters
belong to Joss Whedon and Fox Co. Besides, I only want Spike.....sorry,
Scottie!
Buffy lie on her bed, staring at her celing, with Mr. Gordo clutched in her arms. She thought of all the times she had with Spike, all the times they had been together, and all the times she pushed him away. She thought of her revelation last night, and smiled evilly, almost baring her teeth and snarling at the smell that still lingered in her room. She got up, the first time today after her shower, and began to dress. She pulled on a black dress that would make most men want her on sight. She pulled a brush through her tangled, messy hair. And she applied a little magicked musk Willow had given her as a present. She gave that sadistic grin at her reflection, and stalked out to the night that almost eagerly awaited her.
Rowan sat in the 'living room' in the masoleum, watching an old episode of the PowerPuff Girls. She giggled, and thought * You know, I look like Blossom, but I act like Bubbles... * Then she giggled, which shortly erupted into a huge case of incontrolable laughter. Spike looked up from the floor, where he was doing push-ups and sit-ups to restore the hard muscle he had lost while incapacitaited with Buffy. Rowan thought it was unnessecary, but Spike insisted. Rowan was tempted to go and irritate him while he did his excersises, but resisted, seeing how he was dressed only in his Scooby-Doo boxers. On closer inspection, the boxers depicted the talking canine riding a motorcycle. (This will become relevant in due time.) He raised an eyebrow, and grinned. "Think the cartoons are funny, eh, pet? You are such a child," he said as he jumped up, wrapping her in his arm with a speed she'd forgotten he posessed. "But that's why I love you." He pressed his mouth to hers. And it began....
Buffy stalked through the graveyard, staking newly risen vampires. She was pissed, and took her agresssions out on the poor, undead bastards. After the 7th or 8th vamp, she got bored. It was no fun, these newbies who posed no challenge. She wanted an adversary who would give her a little chaallenge. She quietly walked through the tombstones, each marked with some endearing epitaph of a 'loved one' who had departed. She heard a sound, unmistakenly the sound of footsteps attempting to be silent. She laughed under her breath, and whirled around to meet her stalker, ending up face-to-face with a stake pressed against the flesh over the creepies heart. She looked into the warmth filled eyes of an angel, or at least, the face of Angel. She gasped. "Angel, why'd you come back? I thought there was something up in L.A.?' He looked down at the stake dangerously close to ending his after-life. "Do you mind, Buffy? I'm getting a little nervous," he slowly smiled. She placed the stake in her other hand, and hugged the vampire. "I missed you," she whispered. "It's been really hard....all these terrible things have happened lately...Mom, Spike, Willow and Xander, and then that damn werewolf..." she let out in one, hurried breath. Angel gently pushed her back a little, then looked into her eyes searchingly. "Okay, I know what happened with your mom, but what's this about that degenerate offspring of mine? Has Spike hurt you, Buffy? If he has....." He let the threat linger. Buffy felt a small trickle of warmth on her cheek. She was crying? "Angel, it's so hard, and I've been so blind. It's a long story." He sat down against a near-by tombstone. He patted the ground beside him. "We have time. Explain what my 'son' has done." She walked over, dropped more than sat down, and began explaining the story.
Spike was awakened by a slamming of his crypt door. Rowan was already in wolf form, quivering with the uncertainty of the noise. Spike jumped up, and walked over to the door, cautiously inspecting the area. * This is a bloody lot easier, with more blood in my system than booze. * he thought. He saw the door open, but nothing was around it. He closed the door, and began walking back to Rowan when he heard laughter behind him. "Spike, Spike, Spike," said the vampire who had turned him with Dru. Angel walked out of the shadows in the corner. "I do believe those are MY boxers. If I'm not mistaken, Buffy gave them to me. I think I left them in Dru's room, didn't I?" Spike straightened his spine, and said, "Well, finders, keepers," then realized how pathetic a comeback that was. Angel laughed again, and spoke. "No, I just hoped you washed them first," he said between chuckles, but by no means could his laughter be mistaken for brotherly. It was mean, and evil, the sort of which belonged to Angelus more than the vampire Spike so unaffectionately called 'the poof'. "I've heard you and Buffy were 'together'. Well, maybe not together. But I don't appreciate you treating her like you did. That pisses me off, Spike. I don't like being pissed off. I swear to you, if I see you or that mangy bitch there around Buffy again, I'll kill you both. Try me..." he snarled. Spike switched to game face, and got in Angel's face. "You wanna say that again, poofter? Give me a reason to beat you to an inch of your life." Angel was about to say something, but his eyes grew wide. "I don't like you threatening my mate, Angelus. I would happily show you how bad that 'mangy bitch' can be..." Rowan said as she slowly walked beside the two. She pushed him away from Spike. Again, she was naked. Angel stood dumbfounded. * How, how can she be here? How does she know Spike? What?!?!? * Angel thought. He stared into the eyes of his first love. Her Pack had forbidden him to see her after they saw him steal hunts from elder heirs, and then from the Pack leader. How could she be Spike's mate? He gasped, and let a small "no," escape from his lips. He turned to the door and fled into the night. Spike looked at the woman he loved, who had just called him her mate. Wolves mate for life. How could she have frightened Angel so badly? Spike, with his mouth open, stared at her. She smiled at him. "Surprised? I'm sorry, Spike, but he needed to see I've chosen you instead of him. I believe he will leave us be for quite a while," She walked up to him, locked her arms around him, and kissed him. He smiled slowly, and asked, "So I'm your mate now? Let's start a new Pack for you to be Queen of," He picked her up and carried her downstairs to their bedroom.
Author's Note: How odd....Angel, scared of this tiny, but powerful werewolf? And what's this about Angel loving her?? Confused yet? it gets worse! By the way, the goldfish are alright. They only had to be hospitalized for a short period. But I never got my pie!!!!
Buffy lie on her bed, staring at her celing, with Mr. Gordo clutched in her arms. She thought of all the times she had with Spike, all the times they had been together, and all the times she pushed him away. She thought of her revelation last night, and smiled evilly, almost baring her teeth and snarling at the smell that still lingered in her room. She got up, the first time today after her shower, and began to dress. She pulled on a black dress that would make most men want her on sight. She pulled a brush through her tangled, messy hair. And she applied a little magicked musk Willow had given her as a present. She gave that sadistic grin at her reflection, and stalked out to the night that almost eagerly awaited her.
Rowan sat in the 'living room' in the masoleum, watching an old episode of the PowerPuff Girls. She giggled, and thought * You know, I look like Blossom, but I act like Bubbles... * Then she giggled, which shortly erupted into a huge case of incontrolable laughter. Spike looked up from the floor, where he was doing push-ups and sit-ups to restore the hard muscle he had lost while incapacitaited with Buffy. Rowan thought it was unnessecary, but Spike insisted. Rowan was tempted to go and irritate him while he did his excersises, but resisted, seeing how he was dressed only in his Scooby-Doo boxers. On closer inspection, the boxers depicted the talking canine riding a motorcycle. (This will become relevant in due time.) He raised an eyebrow, and grinned. "Think the cartoons are funny, eh, pet? You are such a child," he said as he jumped up, wrapping her in his arm with a speed she'd forgotten he posessed. "But that's why I love you." He pressed his mouth to hers. And it began....
Buffy stalked through the graveyard, staking newly risen vampires. She was pissed, and took her agresssions out on the poor, undead bastards. After the 7th or 8th vamp, she got bored. It was no fun, these newbies who posed no challenge. She wanted an adversary who would give her a little chaallenge. She quietly walked through the tombstones, each marked with some endearing epitaph of a 'loved one' who had departed. She heard a sound, unmistakenly the sound of footsteps attempting to be silent. She laughed under her breath, and whirled around to meet her stalker, ending up face-to-face with a stake pressed against the flesh over the creepies heart. She looked into the warmth filled eyes of an angel, or at least, the face of Angel. She gasped. "Angel, why'd you come back? I thought there was something up in L.A.?' He looked down at the stake dangerously close to ending his after-life. "Do you mind, Buffy? I'm getting a little nervous," he slowly smiled. She placed the stake in her other hand, and hugged the vampire. "I missed you," she whispered. "It's been really hard....all these terrible things have happened lately...Mom, Spike, Willow and Xander, and then that damn werewolf..." she let out in one, hurried breath. Angel gently pushed her back a little, then looked into her eyes searchingly. "Okay, I know what happened with your mom, but what's this about that degenerate offspring of mine? Has Spike hurt you, Buffy? If he has....." He let the threat linger. Buffy felt a small trickle of warmth on her cheek. She was crying? "Angel, it's so hard, and I've been so blind. It's a long story." He sat down against a near-by tombstone. He patted the ground beside him. "We have time. Explain what my 'son' has done." She walked over, dropped more than sat down, and began explaining the story.
Spike was awakened by a slamming of his crypt door. Rowan was already in wolf form, quivering with the uncertainty of the noise. Spike jumped up, and walked over to the door, cautiously inspecting the area. * This is a bloody lot easier, with more blood in my system than booze. * he thought. He saw the door open, but nothing was around it. He closed the door, and began walking back to Rowan when he heard laughter behind him. "Spike, Spike, Spike," said the vampire who had turned him with Dru. Angel walked out of the shadows in the corner. "I do believe those are MY boxers. If I'm not mistaken, Buffy gave them to me. I think I left them in Dru's room, didn't I?" Spike straightened his spine, and said, "Well, finders, keepers," then realized how pathetic a comeback that was. Angel laughed again, and spoke. "No, I just hoped you washed them first," he said between chuckles, but by no means could his laughter be mistaken for brotherly. It was mean, and evil, the sort of which belonged to Angelus more than the vampire Spike so unaffectionately called 'the poof'. "I've heard you and Buffy were 'together'. Well, maybe not together. But I don't appreciate you treating her like you did. That pisses me off, Spike. I don't like being pissed off. I swear to you, if I see you or that mangy bitch there around Buffy again, I'll kill you both. Try me..." he snarled. Spike switched to game face, and got in Angel's face. "You wanna say that again, poofter? Give me a reason to beat you to an inch of your life." Angel was about to say something, but his eyes grew wide. "I don't like you threatening my mate, Angelus. I would happily show you how bad that 'mangy bitch' can be..." Rowan said as she slowly walked beside the two. She pushed him away from Spike. Again, she was naked. Angel stood dumbfounded. * How, how can she be here? How does she know Spike? What?!?!? * Angel thought. He stared into the eyes of his first love. Her Pack had forbidden him to see her after they saw him steal hunts from elder heirs, and then from the Pack leader. How could she be Spike's mate? He gasped, and let a small "no," escape from his lips. He turned to the door and fled into the night. Spike looked at the woman he loved, who had just called him her mate. Wolves mate for life. How could she have frightened Angel so badly? Spike, with his mouth open, stared at her. She smiled at him. "Surprised? I'm sorry, Spike, but he needed to see I've chosen you instead of him. I believe he will leave us be for quite a while," She walked up to him, locked her arms around him, and kissed him. He smiled slowly, and asked, "So I'm your mate now? Let's start a new Pack for you to be Queen of," He picked her up and carried her downstairs to their bedroom.
Author's Note: How odd....Angel, scared of this tiny, but powerful werewolf? And what's this about Angel loving her?? Confused yet? it gets worse! By the way, the goldfish are alright. They only had to be hospitalized for a short period. But I never got my pie!!!!