A.N.: Wow, I'm actually getting review. Thanks so much, I'll try to work on what you guys said. Ha, I can never figure out how to spell whose.
Oy. Thanks for the help! Working on the spelling errors, just sometimes once I get on a roll, I can't stop, and I'm not using my thingy that
has spell-check cuz it's not downloadable, so I'll work on that.
This chapter doesn't really focus on the guy's prep, cuz I don't really think that there would be a lot of bonding, cuz well, Xander and
Spike, we all know how they are, and the demons probably wouldn't care to much for either of them.
Also, Spike's date at the wedding, not a lot to work with from the show. So I decided she'd be a bit more, well evil. Kinda think Dru, but
not exactly. She's gunna be gothic, w/ the pale makeup, black eye shadow/liner, lipstick....yayaya, same face of the girl on the show.
Another thing, with the confrontation of Buffy on Spike's date, Spike is not going to act like such a nancy boy.
Enjoy
Almost Time- Spike's Date and Hymen's Greeting (i just couldn't help it, I had to say something about that phrase D'Hoffryn used)
While the girls were busy getting ready for the ceremony, the men were all changing in an awkward silence. Spike was there. He
was glaring at Xander, who had 'accidentally' thrown his working shoe at Spike's head.
"Ya know, whelp, I'm here for your wedding. The least you could do is try to show some gratitude," Spike said smugly to a grinning
Xander.
"I could, but frankly, Spike, I really didn't want you here. So why should I show gratitude? I wouldn't care if someone spills holy
water on your undead corpse and you turn into a big pile of dust. One less groomsman, really wouldn't kill anyone. Not to mention, Buffy
wouldn't be too bothered that she wouldn't have to dance with you at the reception," he obnoxiously replied. Even though Xander said all this,
most of it came from nerves and stress from the day. His father was already drunk, and it wasn't ten o'clock in the morning. His mother was
crying about not being in pictures, and his family and Anya's demons weren't exactly lovin eachother. Of course Spike did not really think
about that fact, so he lunged forward, until Orchi, pulled Spike away. Orchi was Clem's brother, and he looked just like him, only he was red.
"Now, Spike, I think that we should be nice to Xander. He's probably got a lot on his mind, right?" Orchi had the same laid
back disposition as his brother, too. Xander just nodded, and went over to his friend Jake.
The preparation process for the groom's men was not nearly as long, or as friendly as it was for the women. None of them
really spoke that much to eachother. They all wore black tuxedos with white flowers in the pockets, while Xander's tux pocket had a red
one. (the breast-pocket) Once everyone was finished, they all just walked out into the hallway to be greeted by the wedding planner, Suzie. She
was a nice girl, natural blonde, very cheesy and bubbly. She had on a nice light blue dress.
"Oh, don't we all look soo handsome!" Suzie gushed, as though she were speaking to two year olds. The girls are out there,
meeting and greeting everyone, so you can all do the same. However, in half an hour, I expect each of you, with the lovely ladies you're
escorting to be right in this very hallway. I'll be waiting!" She smiled and waved.
Spike rolled his eyes, happy to get away from that woman. On their way over in the limo, he had to sit with her so she could
go over the procedure of the ceremony with him, since he was not at the rehearsal dinner. He was busy, too drunk out of his mind to
go to any dinner, not that he told Ms. Sunshine that.
"Ah, so there's my dark knight. I was looking for you," a girl with black bangs that hung just above her eyebrows smirked at Spike.
"You look absolutely delicious," Spike purred, stepping back to observe the woman he was with. She had on a satin black halter-top
with a skirt that clung to her waist and cascaded down to the floor. There was a slit that went all the way up her leg, to her thigh. It revealed the
black stilettos she wore. She had on a fake black ponytail extension which stopped right above ass. Spike was practically drooling. She was
a dark goddess. *There's Dawn, I should give her a show to tell Big Sis about.* He grinned evilly and he pulled her close, with his hands gripping
the upper part of her arms as he kissed her passionately, right in the middle of everyone. His hand felt the cool silver of the arm bracelet that
she had on her upper arm that curled up it like a serpent. Stroking her neck he pulled her in for another kiss. Just when he started to shove his
tongue into her mouth, Dawn walked up.
"Um, Spike?" Dawn was beyond grossed out seeing Spike like this.
"Ah, oh, Nibblet," Spike fought the urge to shove his date out of the way and focus on Dawn. "Oh, hi, Nibblet. This is my lovely date,"
*Sorry, Bit, gotta do this. Need you to tell your sis all about it* he thought while shoving the woman in front of him.
"Priscilla, nice to meet you," She extended pale arm out to Dawn who shook it, while gawking at her long black nails.
"Yeah. I'm Dawn, and I had better get going," *So gotta tell Buffy about this slut!* Dawn fled off, leaving Spike to snog with his date
before the ceremony started.
On the other side of the room Buffy was trying to deal with the demons and the Harrises.
"Okay, Mr. Harris, we are going to slowly walk away from the bar, you are not going to barf anywhere near me or on me for that matter
and you are going to drink some coffee with me, okay?" Buffy calmly, but firmly pulled Xander's dad away from the bar.
"That's the way I like it baby, rough. 'Woof, woof.' Ready for a good time?" her drunkly said, grinning widely.
"If you so much as place a hand on me where it should not be, I will rip it off, along with any other body parts that are of any
importance to you or your wife," Buffy told him through gritted teeth.
"My body is of no importance to my wife, sweetheart, we stopped any type of physical contact three years before Xander's bar
mitzvah! Ha, she was a fat cow by then, and I'll tell-OW!" Mr. Harris yelled, as Buffy stopped hard on his foot. She was about to yell
at him, until Suzie ran up to say 'hi.'
"Um, Suzie, do you have someone who could take care of Mr. Harris here? He's had a bit much to drink." Suzie grabbed Mr. Harris and
ran him over to the coffee table, Buffy sighing with relief as she walked over to a conversation between D'Hoffryn and Xander's Uncle Rory.
"So, are you Anya's father?" Rory asked.
"Not exactly. You see, Anyanka or Anya as you call her, her father and mother died a very, very, very long time ago. I have become
the father figure. And being such, I do not wish to see my dear Anyanka hurt. If your Xander does so much as cause her any kind of
unnatural pain, I swear I will-"
"D'Hoffryn! Hi!" Buffy popped in, just in time.
"Buffy, Hymen's Greetings!" he exclaimed.
"What?" *what about hymen?*
"Dawn reacted that same way when I mentioned it. It's greetings for the wedding." *Do these mortals no nothing?*
"Um, yeah...right, I'll be over there, because the wedding's about to start..." Buffy just waltzed back to that hallway where Suzie
said they were supposed to meet.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!" Dawn ran up to her sister.
"What, what, what?" Buffy asked.
"You would never guess who brought a date...SPIKE! Ugh! Can I say gothic skank! She's freakin wearing a halter top!" Dawn
exclaimed.
"Spike's here?" *I haven't seen him. Why have you?* Buffy looked around.
"Yeah..." *did you not hear me?* "And he has a date! She a complete slut!" *for the second time*
"Oh...I'm gunna go over to the hallway and wait for everything," she said absently. *sure didn't take long.*
"We have fifteen minutes!" Dawn called to the already walking Buffy. *Geez, just when I thought she'd blow a gasket, she
just blows me off!*
"Oh great, Buffy you're here! It's just you and Spike, so why don't you link arms and practice walking, since you didn't have a
chance to last night!" Suzie exclaimed, before running over to Mrs. Harris who was about to looked like she was about to
rip out one of Anya's demon friend's hair.
*Oh great, leave me here with Spike. Just what I need!*
"Is there some specific way we're supposed to walk?" Spike asked quietly. *she looks distracted*
"Um...Just, back straight, head talk, probably the way you used to," she said. "So, Dawn said you brought a date. Where'd ya meet her?"
Buffy asked, trying to sound neutral, as they walked together down the hall in the opposite direction of the crowd.
"We...an old friend. Likes the whole bad boy look," he grinned cockily.
"And you look like such a rebel in your dark rebellious tuxedo and cumberbun," Buffy smiled. *God he looks hot*
"Yeah...well, obviously this isn't my everyday attire now is it?" he retorted.
"Right...you look nice though," Buffy quietly said, her eyes down. *oh yea, way to be neutral, can't even look him in the eyes*
"You look beautiful, love," he practically whispered. *okay, too much, Spike. Can't let her see how hurt you are. "And you'd
look even better if you'd stand straight up! You said it yourself, Slayer, I used to walk like this. And lemme tell you, you are not
walking the way ladies in my time did," his voice suddenly full of life and energy as he walked behind her and poked her in the square of
her back.
"Ow!" Buffy exclaimed, but did straighten up.
"Much better, now life your chin," he raised it. "Walk one foot in front of the other, and smile. But not too much of a smile,"
Buffy walked gracefully to him, practically floated. "That's my g-um, very nice, very nice indeed. Oh bloody hell, sounded like my
old self there I did."
"Thanks for helping me," she said.
"Well, I'm not gunna have you walking with me and trippin all over yourself. It'd make me look bad in front of Scilla, my date," Spike
could've swore that he saw her flinch at the mention of 'date.'
"Scilla? As in, Priscilla?" *ugh. freak with a bad name*
"Yep, good guess. Now let's practice some more. You'll meet her soon enough at the reception."
"Looking forward to it," Buffy smiled. *yea, like I look forward to my double shifts at the DoubleMeat Hell.* All of the other
bridesmaids and groomsmen came in followed by a nervous Suzie.
"Places, places people! Link arms with your respective partners! Hurry, hurry!" She called and everyone did as they were told.
"Okay, Lights, Camera, ACTION!"
Oy. Thanks for the help! Working on the spelling errors, just sometimes once I get on a roll, I can't stop, and I'm not using my thingy that
has spell-check cuz it's not downloadable, so I'll work on that.
This chapter doesn't really focus on the guy's prep, cuz I don't really think that there would be a lot of bonding, cuz well, Xander and
Spike, we all know how they are, and the demons probably wouldn't care to much for either of them.
Also, Spike's date at the wedding, not a lot to work with from the show. So I decided she'd be a bit more, well evil. Kinda think Dru, but
not exactly. She's gunna be gothic, w/ the pale makeup, black eye shadow/liner, lipstick....yayaya, same face of the girl on the show.
Another thing, with the confrontation of Buffy on Spike's date, Spike is not going to act like such a nancy boy.
Enjoy
Almost Time- Spike's Date and Hymen's Greeting (i just couldn't help it, I had to say something about that phrase D'Hoffryn used)
While the girls were busy getting ready for the ceremony, the men were all changing in an awkward silence. Spike was there. He
was glaring at Xander, who had 'accidentally' thrown his working shoe at Spike's head.
"Ya know, whelp, I'm here for your wedding. The least you could do is try to show some gratitude," Spike said smugly to a grinning
Xander.
"I could, but frankly, Spike, I really didn't want you here. So why should I show gratitude? I wouldn't care if someone spills holy
water on your undead corpse and you turn into a big pile of dust. One less groomsman, really wouldn't kill anyone. Not to mention, Buffy
wouldn't be too bothered that she wouldn't have to dance with you at the reception," he obnoxiously replied. Even though Xander said all this,
most of it came from nerves and stress from the day. His father was already drunk, and it wasn't ten o'clock in the morning. His mother was
crying about not being in pictures, and his family and Anya's demons weren't exactly lovin eachother. Of course Spike did not really think
about that fact, so he lunged forward, until Orchi, pulled Spike away. Orchi was Clem's brother, and he looked just like him, only he was red.
"Now, Spike, I think that we should be nice to Xander. He's probably got a lot on his mind, right?" Orchi had the same laid
back disposition as his brother, too. Xander just nodded, and went over to his friend Jake.
The preparation process for the groom's men was not nearly as long, or as friendly as it was for the women. None of them
really spoke that much to eachother. They all wore black tuxedos with white flowers in the pockets, while Xander's tux pocket had a red
one. (the breast-pocket) Once everyone was finished, they all just walked out into the hallway to be greeted by the wedding planner, Suzie. She
was a nice girl, natural blonde, very cheesy and bubbly. She had on a nice light blue dress.
"Oh, don't we all look soo handsome!" Suzie gushed, as though she were speaking to two year olds. The girls are out there,
meeting and greeting everyone, so you can all do the same. However, in half an hour, I expect each of you, with the lovely ladies you're
escorting to be right in this very hallway. I'll be waiting!" She smiled and waved.
Spike rolled his eyes, happy to get away from that woman. On their way over in the limo, he had to sit with her so she could
go over the procedure of the ceremony with him, since he was not at the rehearsal dinner. He was busy, too drunk out of his mind to
go to any dinner, not that he told Ms. Sunshine that.
"Ah, so there's my dark knight. I was looking for you," a girl with black bangs that hung just above her eyebrows smirked at Spike.
"You look absolutely delicious," Spike purred, stepping back to observe the woman he was with. She had on a satin black halter-top
with a skirt that clung to her waist and cascaded down to the floor. There was a slit that went all the way up her leg, to her thigh. It revealed the
black stilettos she wore. She had on a fake black ponytail extension which stopped right above ass. Spike was practically drooling. She was
a dark goddess. *There's Dawn, I should give her a show to tell Big Sis about.* He grinned evilly and he pulled her close, with his hands gripping
the upper part of her arms as he kissed her passionately, right in the middle of everyone. His hand felt the cool silver of the arm bracelet that
she had on her upper arm that curled up it like a serpent. Stroking her neck he pulled her in for another kiss. Just when he started to shove his
tongue into her mouth, Dawn walked up.
"Um, Spike?" Dawn was beyond grossed out seeing Spike like this.
"Ah, oh, Nibblet," Spike fought the urge to shove his date out of the way and focus on Dawn. "Oh, hi, Nibblet. This is my lovely date,"
*Sorry, Bit, gotta do this. Need you to tell your sis all about it* he thought while shoving the woman in front of him.
"Priscilla, nice to meet you," She extended pale arm out to Dawn who shook it, while gawking at her long black nails.
"Yeah. I'm Dawn, and I had better get going," *So gotta tell Buffy about this slut!* Dawn fled off, leaving Spike to snog with his date
before the ceremony started.
On the other side of the room Buffy was trying to deal with the demons and the Harrises.
"Okay, Mr. Harris, we are going to slowly walk away from the bar, you are not going to barf anywhere near me or on me for that matter
and you are going to drink some coffee with me, okay?" Buffy calmly, but firmly pulled Xander's dad away from the bar.
"That's the way I like it baby, rough. 'Woof, woof.' Ready for a good time?" her drunkly said, grinning widely.
"If you so much as place a hand on me where it should not be, I will rip it off, along with any other body parts that are of any
importance to you or your wife," Buffy told him through gritted teeth.
"My body is of no importance to my wife, sweetheart, we stopped any type of physical contact three years before Xander's bar
mitzvah! Ha, she was a fat cow by then, and I'll tell-OW!" Mr. Harris yelled, as Buffy stopped hard on his foot. She was about to yell
at him, until Suzie ran up to say 'hi.'
"Um, Suzie, do you have someone who could take care of Mr. Harris here? He's had a bit much to drink." Suzie grabbed Mr. Harris and
ran him over to the coffee table, Buffy sighing with relief as she walked over to a conversation between D'Hoffryn and Xander's Uncle Rory.
"So, are you Anya's father?" Rory asked.
"Not exactly. You see, Anyanka or Anya as you call her, her father and mother died a very, very, very long time ago. I have become
the father figure. And being such, I do not wish to see my dear Anyanka hurt. If your Xander does so much as cause her any kind of
unnatural pain, I swear I will-"
"D'Hoffryn! Hi!" Buffy popped in, just in time.
"Buffy, Hymen's Greetings!" he exclaimed.
"What?" *what about hymen?*
"Dawn reacted that same way when I mentioned it. It's greetings for the wedding." *Do these mortals no nothing?*
"Um, yeah...right, I'll be over there, because the wedding's about to start..." Buffy just waltzed back to that hallway where Suzie
said they were supposed to meet.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!" Dawn ran up to her sister.
"What, what, what?" Buffy asked.
"You would never guess who brought a date...SPIKE! Ugh! Can I say gothic skank! She's freakin wearing a halter top!" Dawn
exclaimed.
"Spike's here?" *I haven't seen him. Why have you?* Buffy looked around.
"Yeah..." *did you not hear me?* "And he has a date! She a complete slut!" *for the second time*
"Oh...I'm gunna go over to the hallway and wait for everything," she said absently. *sure didn't take long.*
"We have fifteen minutes!" Dawn called to the already walking Buffy. *Geez, just when I thought she'd blow a gasket, she
just blows me off!*
"Oh great, Buffy you're here! It's just you and Spike, so why don't you link arms and practice walking, since you didn't have a
chance to last night!" Suzie exclaimed, before running over to Mrs. Harris who was about to looked like she was about to
rip out one of Anya's demon friend's hair.
*Oh great, leave me here with Spike. Just what I need!*
"Is there some specific way we're supposed to walk?" Spike asked quietly. *she looks distracted*
"Um...Just, back straight, head talk, probably the way you used to," she said. "So, Dawn said you brought a date. Where'd ya meet her?"
Buffy asked, trying to sound neutral, as they walked together down the hall in the opposite direction of the crowd.
"We...an old friend. Likes the whole bad boy look," he grinned cockily.
"And you look like such a rebel in your dark rebellious tuxedo and cumberbun," Buffy smiled. *God he looks hot*
"Yeah...well, obviously this isn't my everyday attire now is it?" he retorted.
"Right...you look nice though," Buffy quietly said, her eyes down. *oh yea, way to be neutral, can't even look him in the eyes*
"You look beautiful, love," he practically whispered. *okay, too much, Spike. Can't let her see how hurt you are. "And you'd
look even better if you'd stand straight up! You said it yourself, Slayer, I used to walk like this. And lemme tell you, you are not
walking the way ladies in my time did," his voice suddenly full of life and energy as he walked behind her and poked her in the square of
her back.
"Ow!" Buffy exclaimed, but did straighten up.
"Much better, now life your chin," he raised it. "Walk one foot in front of the other, and smile. But not too much of a smile,"
Buffy walked gracefully to him, practically floated. "That's my g-um, very nice, very nice indeed. Oh bloody hell, sounded like my
old self there I did."
"Thanks for helping me," she said.
"Well, I'm not gunna have you walking with me and trippin all over yourself. It'd make me look bad in front of Scilla, my date," Spike
could've swore that he saw her flinch at the mention of 'date.'
"Scilla? As in, Priscilla?" *ugh. freak with a bad name*
"Yep, good guess. Now let's practice some more. You'll meet her soon enough at the reception."
"Looking forward to it," Buffy smiled. *yea, like I look forward to my double shifts at the DoubleMeat Hell.* All of the other
bridesmaids and groomsmen came in followed by a nervous Suzie.
"Places, places people! Link arms with your respective partners! Hurry, hurry!" She called and everyone did as they were told.
"Okay, Lights, Camera, ACTION!"