A.N: Xander and Anya's wedding! My version of Hell's Bells!! YAY!! keep the reviews commin, please!!
Enjoy!!
Instead of everyone getting ready at Buffy's house, there's gunna get ready at the church place. I'm changing the outfits too.
*internal thought*
Preparation Part I. Bridesmaids and the Bride
It was complete chaos in the back room of the church where all of the bridesmaids were changing. There were six hours before
the wedding was to begin.Articles of clothing strewn all over the floor. People rushing around in different directions, makeup all over the
counters, hair accessories everywhere! The piles of clothes where so deep that one could barely find the floor. Why don't these people
bring bags to put their change of clothes in? Girls were fighting about who gets to where what, or who'se shoe is who'se, etc, etc.
One would look to the Slayer to lead, since leading is her natural instinct. But instead
"Dawnie? DAWNIE? Help, help, help!" Buffy wailed, her head turning in different directions looking for her sister.
"Yes Buffy-ow!" Dawn yelped as she was elbowed by Willow, who was trying to fix Halfrek's hair.
"Oh, sorry Dawnie," Willow said.
"It's fine Will, " she reassured her, then turned around hearing Buffy's whimpering starting to get louder. "What's up, Buffy?"
"I can't zip my dress!" she whined. "And my shoes are lost, my hair is not working, where the hell is my makeup bag? And excuse
me missy, you had better not wear those shoes! First, they're mine, second they're mine, and third, you are way to young to wear these kind of
heels! And FOURTH, YOU DON'T NEED TO GET ANY TALLER!" Buffy screamed. *geez, how'd she get so tall? If she's made fromh
"Geez, ok, okay. God, if you're gunna be this uptight about Anya's wedding, I definately don't wanna be at yours," Dawn commented.
"Just kidding!" she said sheepishly looking at Buffy's hurt face. She turned her sister around and zipped off her dress, and went to remove her
shoes. "And Buffy, you're hair curler is right over there, see, look straight ahead. And, ha, whaddya know, there's your makeup back, too," Dawn
smirked, before having Buffy snatch her shoes away from Dawn's hands.
"Go put your shoes on, and I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you!" she warned a laughing Dawn before going to her stuff.
"So, Willow, is there anything you wish you could change about your life? Any problems?" Halfrek asked Willow, as she finished
putting the flowers in her hair.
"Um, no..."
"Really? Nothing that you wish, not at all?" she coaxed. After that question, there was a shrill screech and they all looked over and
saw Buffy fighting with her hot hair curler.
"You know what, it looks like Buffy could use some help over there...I think I'll just go help, cuz you're all set," Willow said,
clipping one last flower to her hair and ran off.
"Ahhh!!!" Buffy screamed as she burned her hand a bit, on the curling iron. *I'm the Vampire Slayer, why is to so impossible
to curl my own stupid hair?* *I know why* her other voice said. *Why pray tell?* (Buffy hated whenever her other voice didn't agree with her
intitial thoughts. She had her sensible side, which was the 'bad Spike, Spike bad. Spike soulless vamipire. Buffy no like Spike. and
her Sense side, the- Spike is good. He was there when I died, he was there before, and he's definately been there after, with comforting
words and great sex...ughh) *Because Spike is gunna be there, that's why you are making such a big fuss about this and- OW!!* her innervoice
yelped, as did her outer when she burned herself behind her ear.
"Want some help?" Willow came up and asked, smile sheepishly. *She's a mess! Wonder why? This isn't her wedding...*
"Yes, please," Buffy sighed with relief and handed the curler to Willow. She managed to curl all of Buffy's hair, in loose curls. They
pulled them up into a ponytail, letting the curls bounce above her shoulder blades. They stood and looked in the full length mirror. They wore
maroon color dresses. They hand no straps, where tight on top, but they flared out right after the waist. The fabric was silk on the inside and
satin on the outside. Buffy wore five-inch satin maroon strappy heels. There were little white baby's breath flowers surrounding the hair
band of her hair, and she wore a white pearl necklace and earrings, like all of the other bridesmaids. They were gifts from Anya. Willow's
hair was up in a french twist, with small whisps of hair pulled out in front of her ears. Her shoes were not as high, but they had one big thick
strap on in the front, open toe. Dawn has her hair in a bun on top of her head, with some loose curly pieces. She wore the same shoes as
Willow, as did Tara. Her hair was in a half ponytail, with small velcro sequins scattered all over. Halfreck was in her human guise. She wore
her pendant and had her hair styled the way it often was before she was human (think back to that Spike episode retelling his past life). Only
Willow put little flowers all over her hair. They all looked beatiful, and Halfreck had a transparent white shawl, to signify her being the
Maid of Honour. They all stood their looking at eachother, and feeling quite satisfied. The whole preparation of the bridesmaids took about
two hours, leaving them four hours for the bride.
"Oh my God! You all, you all look stunning! Oh! I swear I could not be happier than I am today!" Anya came in, in her robe, tearfully
and they shared a group hug. "Okay! Touchy-feely moment of this over, now we need to work on me. I brought in a hair and makeup stylist,
but you all need to help me with my dress and everything, ok?" With that said, they all got to work. While the stylist and makeup guys did their
magic, everyone else brought out the dress, shoes, and other accessories that had to do with it. Dawn brought her veil and bouquet, as well.
Once her makeup and hair was complete, Tara and Willow helped her to get into her dress and shoes. Buffy put the veil on
and Dawn gave her the bouquet. Everyone stepped back and took a good look at Anya. She was magnificent, a real work of art. The dress had two
silk straps, which led down to a top that was pure white and fit her like a second skin. At her hips were lined with diamond studs and other
crystals. It flared out from their, long pure white satin, covering the puffy layers underneath. There was a train at the back, more than two feet
in length. Her veil was made of the same white transparent material as Halfrek's shawl. One end went all the way down her back, the other
covered her face, resting a bit below her bare collar bones. Her hair was curled and down, with velcro pearls in it. Her earring were pearls,
and she wore a diamond necklace. Everyone's mouth was open. It was not only the dress that made her looks so radiant, it was her smile.
The smile of pure bliss and happiness. Buffy, along with everyoen else's, eyes watered at the sight. Buffy felt her heart tug as she longed to be so
satisfied and pleased. She found herself thinking of Spike. No one dared to shed a tear though, fearing to mess up their makeup.
"OH! ANYA! You're so beautiful! This is my work, and oh! I feel like Michel Angelo or, or, Leonardo Da Vinci!" cried her make
up artist. He was a handsome amn, clad in white, with sandy blonde hair, not one for the ladies though. He stoof there with his tissue
and blotted at his eyes, while the hair stylist comforted him. The women exchanged a look, and wondered what was going on with the men.
Enjoy!!
Instead of everyone getting ready at Buffy's house, there's gunna get ready at the church place. I'm changing the outfits too.
*internal thought*
Preparation Part I. Bridesmaids and the Bride
It was complete chaos in the back room of the church where all of the bridesmaids were changing. There were six hours before
the wedding was to begin.Articles of clothing strewn all over the floor. People rushing around in different directions, makeup all over the
counters, hair accessories everywhere! The piles of clothes where so deep that one could barely find the floor. Why don't these people
bring bags to put their change of clothes in? Girls were fighting about who gets to where what, or who'se shoe is who'se, etc, etc.
One would look to the Slayer to lead, since leading is her natural instinct. But instead
"Dawnie? DAWNIE? Help, help, help!" Buffy wailed, her head turning in different directions looking for her sister.
"Yes Buffy-ow!" Dawn yelped as she was elbowed by Willow, who was trying to fix Halfrek's hair.
"Oh, sorry Dawnie," Willow said.
"It's fine Will, " she reassured her, then turned around hearing Buffy's whimpering starting to get louder. "What's up, Buffy?"
"I can't zip my dress!" she whined. "And my shoes are lost, my hair is not working, where the hell is my makeup bag? And excuse
me missy, you had better not wear those shoes! First, they're mine, second they're mine, and third, you are way to young to wear these kind of
heels! And FOURTH, YOU DON'T NEED TO GET ANY TALLER!" Buffy screamed. *geez, how'd she get so tall? If she's made fromh
"Geez, ok, okay. God, if you're gunna be this uptight about Anya's wedding, I definately don't wanna be at yours," Dawn commented.
"Just kidding!" she said sheepishly looking at Buffy's hurt face. She turned her sister around and zipped off her dress, and went to remove her
shoes. "And Buffy, you're hair curler is right over there, see, look straight ahead. And, ha, whaddya know, there's your makeup back, too," Dawn
smirked, before having Buffy snatch her shoes away from Dawn's hands.
"Go put your shoes on, and I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you!" she warned a laughing Dawn before going to her stuff.
"So, Willow, is there anything you wish you could change about your life? Any problems?" Halfrek asked Willow, as she finished
putting the flowers in her hair.
"Um, no..."
"Really? Nothing that you wish, not at all?" she coaxed. After that question, there was a shrill screech and they all looked over and
saw Buffy fighting with her hot hair curler.
"You know what, it looks like Buffy could use some help over there...I think I'll just go help, cuz you're all set," Willow said,
clipping one last flower to her hair and ran off.
"Ahhh!!!" Buffy screamed as she burned her hand a bit, on the curling iron. *I'm the Vampire Slayer, why is to so impossible
to curl my own stupid hair?* *I know why* her other voice said. *Why pray tell?* (Buffy hated whenever her other voice didn't agree with her
intitial thoughts. She had her sensible side, which was the 'bad Spike, Spike bad. Spike soulless vamipire. Buffy no like Spike. and
her Sense side, the- Spike is good. He was there when I died, he was there before, and he's definately been there after, with comforting
words and great sex...ughh) *Because Spike is gunna be there, that's why you are making such a big fuss about this and- OW!!* her innervoice
yelped, as did her outer when she burned herself behind her ear.
"Want some help?" Willow came up and asked, smile sheepishly. *She's a mess! Wonder why? This isn't her wedding...*
"Yes, please," Buffy sighed with relief and handed the curler to Willow. She managed to curl all of Buffy's hair, in loose curls. They
pulled them up into a ponytail, letting the curls bounce above her shoulder blades. They stood and looked in the full length mirror. They wore
maroon color dresses. They hand no straps, where tight on top, but they flared out right after the waist. The fabric was silk on the inside and
satin on the outside. Buffy wore five-inch satin maroon strappy heels. There were little white baby's breath flowers surrounding the hair
band of her hair, and she wore a white pearl necklace and earrings, like all of the other bridesmaids. They were gifts from Anya. Willow's
hair was up in a french twist, with small whisps of hair pulled out in front of her ears. Her shoes were not as high, but they had one big thick
strap on in the front, open toe. Dawn has her hair in a bun on top of her head, with some loose curly pieces. She wore the same shoes as
Willow, as did Tara. Her hair was in a half ponytail, with small velcro sequins scattered all over. Halfreck was in her human guise. She wore
her pendant and had her hair styled the way it often was before she was human (think back to that Spike episode retelling his past life). Only
Willow put little flowers all over her hair. They all looked beatiful, and Halfreck had a transparent white shawl, to signify her being the
Maid of Honour. They all stood their looking at eachother, and feeling quite satisfied. The whole preparation of the bridesmaids took about
two hours, leaving them four hours for the bride.
"Oh my God! You all, you all look stunning! Oh! I swear I could not be happier than I am today!" Anya came in, in her robe, tearfully
and they shared a group hug. "Okay! Touchy-feely moment of this over, now we need to work on me. I brought in a hair and makeup stylist,
but you all need to help me with my dress and everything, ok?" With that said, they all got to work. While the stylist and makeup guys did their
magic, everyone else brought out the dress, shoes, and other accessories that had to do with it. Dawn brought her veil and bouquet, as well.
Once her makeup and hair was complete, Tara and Willow helped her to get into her dress and shoes. Buffy put the veil on
and Dawn gave her the bouquet. Everyone stepped back and took a good look at Anya. She was magnificent, a real work of art. The dress had two
silk straps, which led down to a top that was pure white and fit her like a second skin. At her hips were lined with diamond studs and other
crystals. It flared out from their, long pure white satin, covering the puffy layers underneath. There was a train at the back, more than two feet
in length. Her veil was made of the same white transparent material as Halfrek's shawl. One end went all the way down her back, the other
covered her face, resting a bit below her bare collar bones. Her hair was curled and down, with velcro pearls in it. Her earring were pearls,
and she wore a diamond necklace. Everyone's mouth was open. It was not only the dress that made her looks so radiant, it was her smile.
The smile of pure bliss and happiness. Buffy, along with everyoen else's, eyes watered at the sight. Buffy felt her heart tug as she longed to be so
satisfied and pleased. She found herself thinking of Spike. No one dared to shed a tear though, fearing to mess up their makeup.
"OH! ANYA! You're so beautiful! This is my work, and oh! I feel like Michel Angelo or, or, Leonardo Da Vinci!" cried her make
up artist. He was a handsome amn, clad in white, with sandy blonde hair, not one for the ladies though. He stoof there with his tissue
and blotted at his eyes, while the hair stylist comforted him. The women exchanged a look, and wondered what was going on with the men.