A/N I used the spell in this from a real magic site,
www.spellsandmagic.com not really into the dark arts myself, although I
find them interesting from bystanders POV.
I Put A Spell On You
Chapter 18
Spike sat at his table, typing up a few more pages of his book, to pass the time, while they both waited anxiously for Willow to arrive. Buffy stared at the TV screen blankly, strumming her fingers nervously on the arm of the chair. Spike sensing her agitation came over to her and stilled the movements of her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Come on love, it'll be okay, you'll see," he said.
They were both startled by the knocking on the crypt door.
"That'll be them," said Buffy struggling to get up.
"Stay there, I'll get it," said Spike.
He opened the crypt door, expecting only Willow and Oz; he was surprised to see also Xander and Anya and Giles standing there.
"Whoa, if I knew it was gonna be a party I would have baked," said Spike sarcastically.
"Just brought them along for you know, moral support," smiled Willow.
"That, and I have been dying to see the inside of your crypt, after all anything's better than spending the evening in Xander's stinky basement," said Anya.
"And I love you too sweetie," said Xander.
They all filed in, Xander held back as Spike closed the crypt door.
"Sorry about the other night, you know the bit about not trusting you, it's just that if I don't agree with Anya, she gives me hell for days," said Xander awkwardly.
Spike smiled and slapped him on the back.
"Forget it, why don't we go for a beer sometime, talk over the complexities of the female species," said Spike.
"Yeah, I'd like that," said Xander.
Xander was secretly pleased by the offer of the olive branch, he didn't like to admit it, but he often felt his lack of male friends, it seemed like his whole life revolved around hormonal girls, as much as he liked Oz, he was always too busy with college and the band and Willow, to do any sort of male bonding. He really needed to get a backbone where Anya was concerned, before he turned into a girl himself.
"Xander?" asked Anya.
"Coming light of my life," he replied.
"I know it's been a couple of weeks since you asked me to perform this spell, but I had to do a lot of research and some of the ingredients were a little unusual," Willow told Buffy.
"Plus we had to wait for the full moon," said Oz.
"Well at least your not all hairy and fangy," said Buffy.
"We have to do this outside, it's more effective that way," said Willow.
Spike helped Buffy to her feet, being almost eight months pregnant had robbed her of a lot of her slayer's agility. He put his arm around her as they all exited the crypt. The graveyard was bathed in silvery light; Xander and Oz checked the area was safe before Willow set up a circle.
They all sat cross-legged together in the circle, Buffy had a little trouble getting into the position; she had to shift her belly about to get comfortable.
"You really are getting very fat, aren't you?" said Anya.
"Thank you Anya, I can't hear that enough," said Buffy sarcastically.
As Willow finished setting up the spell, she took her place in the circle, next to Giles.
"Your ready?" asked Giles.
"Ready as I'll ever be, now everyone hold hands," Willow told them.
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand, on the left of him, grinning as he held out his other hand to Xander. Xander took his hand reluctantly.
"Better not tell anyone about the hand holding," said Xander.
"You two, are like a couple of kids in the first grade," said Buffy rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have us any other way, Buff," smiled Xander.
"Can you all be quiet, I need to concentrate here," said Willow.
"Sorry," said Spike, making a zipping motion across his lips.
They all closed their eyes to concentrate as Willow started chanting the Spell.
By the dragon's light, On this night, I call to thee to give me your might, By the power of three, I conjure thee, To protect all, that surrounds me, So mote it be, So mote it be.
Thrice around the circle's bound, sink all evil to the ground.
So mote it be.
They all opened their eyes.
"Is that it?" asked Spike.
"Yep, that should do it," said Willow.
"What exactly?" asked Buffy.
"Well it should, warn you of danger before it comes, so you can protect yourself, sort of an early warning system, there other side effects, but it wasn't very specific, but there wasn't any dire warnings of doom," so you should be safe," said Willow.
"Should be? Wills," said Xander.
"Relax guys I trust her," said Buffy smiling at her friend.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You ready yet Spike?" asked Buffy standing by the crypt door, tapping her toe impatiently.
"Coming love, how do I look?" he asked her.
She stood there, her mouth slightly open, and just stared.
"Is there something wrong Buffy?" he asked at her continued silence.
"Um, er nothing," she swallowed hard at the sight of him in a fitted black t-shirt and black leather pants.
"What is it then? Don't you like it?" he asked uncertainly.
"I love it, I'm just worried the other women will go into labour when they catch a look at you, I always wondered how you would look in leather, you know besides the coat," she smiled at him.
"If I had known you have a leather thing, I would have bought some months ago," he leered.
Spike walked over to Buffy and put his arms around her neck, holding her as close as he could, due to the baby.
"As much as I want to jump your bones right now, we are gonna be late," sighed Buffy looking at her watch.
The baby in-between them kicked, bringing them back to the present.
"Uh, she's reminding us it's time to go, a woman who knows her own mind, just like her mother," he grinned patting Buffy's swelling stomach proudly.
They left the crypt.
"Lamaze here we come," said Buffy aloud, sincerely hoping Spike would behave himself.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They rode the bus to the class, A few other couples were hanging around outside.
"Bleeding hell," said Spike.
"What is it?" asked Buffy.
"That couple over there, I know them, they were at the doctor's office when Xander and I went for my scan," said Spike.
"Oh don't worry, I am sure they won't recognise you with out the pretty dress and Cher hair," she reassured him.
She took his hand and walked through the doors.
"Hi," she said to the couple Spike had mentioned.
"Hello," said the man, a slight look of confusion on his face.
"Do we know you from somewhere, I'm sure we've met before," said the woman.
"Nah, I just have one of those faces," said Spike whistling to himself as he followed Buffy.
Soon after everyone shuffled through into the classroom. A middle-aged woman entered the class and slapped down various leaflets and books on her table. She handed out stickers so everyone could write their name on them.
There were mats spread out in the middle of the room as well as cushions **my nightmare is coming true** thought Spike. The lady introduced herself to the class, Spike shifted about in his seat bored out of his mind, he looked around the room at the various posters.
"William?" the lady said, noticing that he wasn't paying attention.
"Uh, Yeah?" he said.
"Could you come and help me with a demonstration?" she asked
"Do I have to?" he asked
Buffy elbowed him in the ribs.
"Spike!" she hissed at him.
Spike got up and stood in the middle of the class.
"Where do you want me?" he asked
"I know where I'd like him," whispered a girl seated with a girlfriend who was sitting in for her absent boyfriend.
"Yeah, me too," she giggled.
Spike heard them and winked at the pair.
"William, could you lay down on the mat please, while I instruct these fine people on the importance of breathing exercises?" she asked.
She handed Spike a rounded cushion, "Can you put that up your top please?" she asked.
"This is a new top, it'll get stretched if I do that," he replied.
Buffy glared at him.
"Ok," he said snarkily shoving it up his t-shirt.
Buffy had trouble holding in her giggles, it reminded her too much of Spike's stint as a pregnant man.
"Laugh it up Buffy, it's the last chance you'll get to see me like this," he told her affectionately.
Spike yelped in surprise as the woman came up behind him and laid his head back so he was resting against her. His arms flailed out involuntarily, accidentally slapping the woman in the eye. He instinctively put his hand to his forehead expecting instant pain, there was nothing.
"Ow," said the woman holding a hand over her eye.
Spike's face was a mass of confusion.
"Sorry love," he managed to stutter out.
He got to his feet and walked over to Buffy.
"Come on love, we have to go," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Not feeling so good," Spike replied.
"Is it your head?" she asked, touching his forehead.
"You might say that, come on I have to go NOW," he said almost dragging her from the room.
"Spike?" she said
"I'll tell you about it later, we have to go find Giles, now," he said.
They rode the bus back in silence, Buffy going wild inside with all sorts of imaginings, after several attempts to get him to talk she gave up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Buffy, Spike nice of you to visit, wasn't it your child birth classes tonight?" asked Giles.
"Well it was until William here gave the teacher an accidental black eye and then decided we should cut classes," said Buffy angrily.
"That must have hurt, how's your head?" asked Giles.
"Surprisingly good thanks, kinda why I'm here," said Spike.
Buffy and Spike entered the lounge.
Anya and Xander were seated around the table, playing the game of life, Joyce perked up when she saw her daughter, relieved to be released from playing the game. Spike smirked when he saw Xander, the perfect candidate, he just hoped the boy would forgive him afterwards. Spike walked up to him.
"Hello mate, how's it going?" he asked
"Fine thanks and." said Xander, cut off by Spike's fist connecting with his chin.
Spike stood there, a grin still pasted to his face.
"Spike what are you doing?" asked Buffy.
Giles was quicker on the uptake.
"You're chip, it's stopped working," said Giles.
"Yep, I thought it had, just wanted to test it out on my friend here," said Spike.
He held out his hand to Xander.
"No hard feelings mate? Didn't want to hit the old codger and I couldn't very well hit one of the ladies here, now could I?" asked Spike.
"Old codger! Who are you calling old codger?" asked Giles indignantly.
"But what does it mean?" asked Buffy.
"Must have been that protection spell of Willow's she said there might be side effects," explained Giles.
"I thought Willow said there wouldn't be any doom, Spike's chip not working is pretty apocalyptic for me," said Anya.
"Relax guys, Spike is not about to go around biting anyone, isn't that right William, The spell seems to have adapted so Spike can fight humans, it must be part of the whole protection thingy," said Buffy.
"Well I hope you are all saying that, when he makes us all lifetime members of his fang gang," said Anya.
TBC
I Put A Spell On You
Chapter 18
Spike sat at his table, typing up a few more pages of his book, to pass the time, while they both waited anxiously for Willow to arrive. Buffy stared at the TV screen blankly, strumming her fingers nervously on the arm of the chair. Spike sensing her agitation came over to her and stilled the movements of her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Come on love, it'll be okay, you'll see," he said.
They were both startled by the knocking on the crypt door.
"That'll be them," said Buffy struggling to get up.
"Stay there, I'll get it," said Spike.
He opened the crypt door, expecting only Willow and Oz; he was surprised to see also Xander and Anya and Giles standing there.
"Whoa, if I knew it was gonna be a party I would have baked," said Spike sarcastically.
"Just brought them along for you know, moral support," smiled Willow.
"That, and I have been dying to see the inside of your crypt, after all anything's better than spending the evening in Xander's stinky basement," said Anya.
"And I love you too sweetie," said Xander.
They all filed in, Xander held back as Spike closed the crypt door.
"Sorry about the other night, you know the bit about not trusting you, it's just that if I don't agree with Anya, she gives me hell for days," said Xander awkwardly.
Spike smiled and slapped him on the back.
"Forget it, why don't we go for a beer sometime, talk over the complexities of the female species," said Spike.
"Yeah, I'd like that," said Xander.
Xander was secretly pleased by the offer of the olive branch, he didn't like to admit it, but he often felt his lack of male friends, it seemed like his whole life revolved around hormonal girls, as much as he liked Oz, he was always too busy with college and the band and Willow, to do any sort of male bonding. He really needed to get a backbone where Anya was concerned, before he turned into a girl himself.
"Xander?" asked Anya.
"Coming light of my life," he replied.
"I know it's been a couple of weeks since you asked me to perform this spell, but I had to do a lot of research and some of the ingredients were a little unusual," Willow told Buffy.
"Plus we had to wait for the full moon," said Oz.
"Well at least your not all hairy and fangy," said Buffy.
"We have to do this outside, it's more effective that way," said Willow.
Spike helped Buffy to her feet, being almost eight months pregnant had robbed her of a lot of her slayer's agility. He put his arm around her as they all exited the crypt. The graveyard was bathed in silvery light; Xander and Oz checked the area was safe before Willow set up a circle.
They all sat cross-legged together in the circle, Buffy had a little trouble getting into the position; she had to shift her belly about to get comfortable.
"You really are getting very fat, aren't you?" said Anya.
"Thank you Anya, I can't hear that enough," said Buffy sarcastically.
As Willow finished setting up the spell, she took her place in the circle, next to Giles.
"Your ready?" asked Giles.
"Ready as I'll ever be, now everyone hold hands," Willow told them.
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand, on the left of him, grinning as he held out his other hand to Xander. Xander took his hand reluctantly.
"Better not tell anyone about the hand holding," said Xander.
"You two, are like a couple of kids in the first grade," said Buffy rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have us any other way, Buff," smiled Xander.
"Can you all be quiet, I need to concentrate here," said Willow.
"Sorry," said Spike, making a zipping motion across his lips.
They all closed their eyes to concentrate as Willow started chanting the Spell.
By the dragon's light, On this night, I call to thee to give me your might, By the power of three, I conjure thee, To protect all, that surrounds me, So mote it be, So mote it be.
Thrice around the circle's bound, sink all evil to the ground.
So mote it be.
They all opened their eyes.
"Is that it?" asked Spike.
"Yep, that should do it," said Willow.
"What exactly?" asked Buffy.
"Well it should, warn you of danger before it comes, so you can protect yourself, sort of an early warning system, there other side effects, but it wasn't very specific, but there wasn't any dire warnings of doom," so you should be safe," said Willow.
"Should be? Wills," said Xander.
"Relax guys I trust her," said Buffy smiling at her friend.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"You ready yet Spike?" asked Buffy standing by the crypt door, tapping her toe impatiently.
"Coming love, how do I look?" he asked her.
She stood there, her mouth slightly open, and just stared.
"Is there something wrong Buffy?" he asked at her continued silence.
"Um, er nothing," she swallowed hard at the sight of him in a fitted black t-shirt and black leather pants.
"What is it then? Don't you like it?" he asked uncertainly.
"I love it, I'm just worried the other women will go into labour when they catch a look at you, I always wondered how you would look in leather, you know besides the coat," she smiled at him.
"If I had known you have a leather thing, I would have bought some months ago," he leered.
Spike walked over to Buffy and put his arms around her neck, holding her as close as he could, due to the baby.
"As much as I want to jump your bones right now, we are gonna be late," sighed Buffy looking at her watch.
The baby in-between them kicked, bringing them back to the present.
"Uh, she's reminding us it's time to go, a woman who knows her own mind, just like her mother," he grinned patting Buffy's swelling stomach proudly.
They left the crypt.
"Lamaze here we come," said Buffy aloud, sincerely hoping Spike would behave himself.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They rode the bus to the class, A few other couples were hanging around outside.
"Bleeding hell," said Spike.
"What is it?" asked Buffy.
"That couple over there, I know them, they were at the doctor's office when Xander and I went for my scan," said Spike.
"Oh don't worry, I am sure they won't recognise you with out the pretty dress and Cher hair," she reassured him.
She took his hand and walked through the doors.
"Hi," she said to the couple Spike had mentioned.
"Hello," said the man, a slight look of confusion on his face.
"Do we know you from somewhere, I'm sure we've met before," said the woman.
"Nah, I just have one of those faces," said Spike whistling to himself as he followed Buffy.
Soon after everyone shuffled through into the classroom. A middle-aged woman entered the class and slapped down various leaflets and books on her table. She handed out stickers so everyone could write their name on them.
There were mats spread out in the middle of the room as well as cushions **my nightmare is coming true** thought Spike. The lady introduced herself to the class, Spike shifted about in his seat bored out of his mind, he looked around the room at the various posters.
"William?" the lady said, noticing that he wasn't paying attention.
"Uh, Yeah?" he said.
"Could you come and help me with a demonstration?" she asked
"Do I have to?" he asked
Buffy elbowed him in the ribs.
"Spike!" she hissed at him.
Spike got up and stood in the middle of the class.
"Where do you want me?" he asked
"I know where I'd like him," whispered a girl seated with a girlfriend who was sitting in for her absent boyfriend.
"Yeah, me too," she giggled.
Spike heard them and winked at the pair.
"William, could you lay down on the mat please, while I instruct these fine people on the importance of breathing exercises?" she asked.
She handed Spike a rounded cushion, "Can you put that up your top please?" she asked.
"This is a new top, it'll get stretched if I do that," he replied.
Buffy glared at him.
"Ok," he said snarkily shoving it up his t-shirt.
Buffy had trouble holding in her giggles, it reminded her too much of Spike's stint as a pregnant man.
"Laugh it up Buffy, it's the last chance you'll get to see me like this," he told her affectionately.
Spike yelped in surprise as the woman came up behind him and laid his head back so he was resting against her. His arms flailed out involuntarily, accidentally slapping the woman in the eye. He instinctively put his hand to his forehead expecting instant pain, there was nothing.
"Ow," said the woman holding a hand over her eye.
Spike's face was a mass of confusion.
"Sorry love," he managed to stutter out.
He got to his feet and walked over to Buffy.
"Come on love, we have to go," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Not feeling so good," Spike replied.
"Is it your head?" she asked, touching his forehead.
"You might say that, come on I have to go NOW," he said almost dragging her from the room.
"Spike?" she said
"I'll tell you about it later, we have to go find Giles, now," he said.
They rode the bus back in silence, Buffy going wild inside with all sorts of imaginings, after several attempts to get him to talk she gave up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Buffy, Spike nice of you to visit, wasn't it your child birth classes tonight?" asked Giles.
"Well it was until William here gave the teacher an accidental black eye and then decided we should cut classes," said Buffy angrily.
"That must have hurt, how's your head?" asked Giles.
"Surprisingly good thanks, kinda why I'm here," said Spike.
Buffy and Spike entered the lounge.
Anya and Xander were seated around the table, playing the game of life, Joyce perked up when she saw her daughter, relieved to be released from playing the game. Spike smirked when he saw Xander, the perfect candidate, he just hoped the boy would forgive him afterwards. Spike walked up to him.
"Hello mate, how's it going?" he asked
"Fine thanks and." said Xander, cut off by Spike's fist connecting with his chin.
Spike stood there, a grin still pasted to his face.
"Spike what are you doing?" asked Buffy.
Giles was quicker on the uptake.
"You're chip, it's stopped working," said Giles.
"Yep, I thought it had, just wanted to test it out on my friend here," said Spike.
He held out his hand to Xander.
"No hard feelings mate? Didn't want to hit the old codger and I couldn't very well hit one of the ladies here, now could I?" asked Spike.
"Old codger! Who are you calling old codger?" asked Giles indignantly.
"But what does it mean?" asked Buffy.
"Must have been that protection spell of Willow's she said there might be side effects," explained Giles.
"I thought Willow said there wouldn't be any doom, Spike's chip not working is pretty apocalyptic for me," said Anya.
"Relax guys, Spike is not about to go around biting anyone, isn't that right William, The spell seems to have adapted so Spike can fight humans, it must be part of the whole protection thingy," said Buffy.
"Well I hope you are all saying that, when he makes us all lifetime members of his fang gang," said Anya.
TBC