Disclaimer: I own nothing. The geniuses William Shakespeare and Joss Whedon
wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream and Buffy the Vampire Slayer respectively.
Fun! I hate not owning anything. All I have is crap!
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: Again, I didn't have time to change the things above. I promise my disclaimers will get better. I posted this really late. And I am quite tired. School sucks bad! Grrrr! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. It makes my blackened heart swell to the size of a pea. I know you probably thought that Spike and Buffy would make a good Demetrius and Helena, but I love them so much as a couple that it would betray my ideals. Also, I'm not a huge Angel fan, so he was perfect as Demetrius (why? Past production of Midsummer's I was in had a Demetrius I despised.) And as for the other characters, you find out who Helena is today. As for Bottom, Oberon, Puck, and Titania: Just wait! Tee hee hee, I'm evil with the cliffhangers. Just be warned, not everyone will be as they seem.
Chapter Two- Keep Promise
For what seemed an eternity, the two young sweethearts sat in the silence of Giles' office, neither looking at nor speaking to each other.
The silence pressed around Spike like a heavy blanket, smothering all rational thought. He could only replay the scene in his head. Buffy's father and the moron Angel getting what they wished, while their supposed ally, Mr. Giles, taking the enemy's side. It was all too much.
*I'm going to go bloody insane!*
His fingers itched. He needed to do something. Something to get rid of all the tension. Something extreme. Something . . .
A glinting caught his eye. On Mr. Giles' desk sat a crystal picture frame, a snapshot of the man and his fiancée grinning happily. Taunting him.
With a growl, he stood and picked the photo up, then sent it flying against the wall, smirking when the crystal shattered on impact.
But his brief satisfaction ended when he heard a whimper coming from the chair on his right.
It was Buffy, her face buried into her hands, sobbing heavily.
Calming down, he kneeled before the girl, pulling her hands away from her face.
"Hey," he purred, bringing his fingers up to rub her cheek, "'S wrong pet?"
"I wonder," she sniffled bitterly, tears falling like raindrops.
With a sad grin, he sat back in his chair, then pulled her with him. Sitting on his lap, Buffy rapped her arms around his neck, then began to sob into his chest.
"Please don't cry," whispered Spike, slowly stroking her long, blonde hair. "Things aren't going the way we planned. Happens all the time. You'll go on this trip with your father, but you'll come back, and everything-"
"NO!" Pulling away, she wiped the tears from her cheek. "Don't you see what's happening! If I go with my father, I will NEVER be able to say no to him again! He controls everything I do! I'm not strong enough . . ."
"Buffy, you are."
"I'm not! Us being together is the one thing I've done without Daddy's permission." Turning her attention away from the bleached blond, she stood to pick up the pieces of shattered crystal. "Daddy knows what he's doing," she sighed, carefully trying not to cut herself, "He'll find some way to keep us in Europe. Then, he'll get Angel to propose again. And I won't be able to say no." A small drop of water fell from her eyes, landing on the broken pile of translucent glass. The broken pile of her life.
As she crouched in the corner, eyes red from weeping, hair mussed, Spike concluded he had never seen a more beautiful woman. It was always that way with him. He'd look at her, and fall in love all over again.
*Great, I've turned into a Nancy-boy poof!*
Born and raised in London, Spike transferred to attend college in Sunnydale. His mother had lived in the small California suburb since she divorced from his father. After he graduated, she called him with an offer: she'd pay for his schooling, if he went to the college near her. It was an easy decision, but not one he made happily. A chance meeting at a party changed his attitude.
At the first frat party of the year he was causally observing the dancing, when his eyes fell upon a tiny blonde girl dancing with her friends. The way she moved, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the aura she gave off, hypnotized the guy. Spike had never believed in love at first sight until that day. Soon, he found himself pulled to the girl, asking her for a dance. And as they swayed to the slow rhythm, he knew he couldn't let go. Ever.
He hadn't. For the next year, he and Buffy stayed a couple. Sure, it wasn't a perfect relationship. She was a senior in high school when they met. The fact that Hank hated his guts didn't help. But they weathered the storms. He knew that she was the love of his life, and he could not live without her.
Trying to find some hole in their situation, Spike racked his brain as Buffy interchanged sweeping and crying.
Suddenly, it came to him. He knew what to do.
But before he could say anything, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Giles, Hank, and Angel returning from their secret meeting.
"Luv!" He sat beside her, speaking in a rushed whisper. "I have a plan, but I need to figure the details out. Sneak out around four and meet me at Athens' Café."
She opened her mouth to respond, but the double doors leading to the office flew open.
"Buffy, time to go!" Hank commanded. "Say goodbye to Mr. Trench!"
Taking a quick glimpse at Spike, she confirmed the appointment. "Goodbye," she whispered as she stood. Joining Hank and Angel, the three took off.
Spike quickly followed, mumbling a quick goodbye to Giles.
*Right, showtime.*
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"Double nonfat latte, extra foam."
Hurriedly setting down the cup of coffee, the waitress rushed off to deliver another order. As she had done so, a bit of the drink had spilled out, pooling on the small table.
"Wonderful," Drusilla Claire whispered, pulling a bunch of napkins from the dispenser, then wadding the paper up to clean up the puddle. In an epiphany, she made a conclusion: her life was one big mess.
*Here I sit, drowning away my sorrows with caffeine, over some stupid guy who doesn't love me. Some dumb, stupid, handsome, funny, wonderful guy I love with every beat of poor, broken heart . . .*
The tears threatened to fall again, just as they had done for the past few months. With a woeful groan, she thudded her forehead on the table, then repeated the action again and again.
"Dru, stop that!" a voice from behind her cried, "You're gonna make your head all blue and lumpy!"
Looking up, the brunette found a pair of green eyes staring back at her.
"Afternoon Buffy," Dru moaned.
With an amused grin, her best friend since childhood sat down in the seat across from her. Another nameless waitress ran up to take the blonde's order.
"What are you doing here all happy-like?" Buffy sarcastically asked.
"Wallowing in my own pity? You?"
The smile from her face faded. "Spike told me to meet him here. He's got something planned."
"So I take it the meeting with Mr. Giles didn't work out." Dru laughed bitterly, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, he won't change his mind."
Confused, Dru looked up. "Angel or Mr. Giles?"
"Mr. Giles." Watching as her coffee was placed before her, Buffy changed her answer. "Actually, both I guess. Angel won't . . ."
She stopped when she saw the hurt look form on her friend's face. Dru wasn't ready to hear the sorted details of her ex-boyfriend's pursuits.
Angel and Drusilla had been going out since her freshman year in high school, he a year older. It was the most perfect relationship the student body had seen in years. The two were loving, considerate, and tender with each other.
But it all came crashing down after Angel graduated, and he took an internship at Sire Records. He realized that Hank Summers, Vice President of the corporation, was the father of Dru's best friend. As if someone had turned off a light switch, he broke off their relationship, hoping to pursue a more "valued" love interest.
"Sorry," Buffy mumbled, taking a sudden interest in her coffee cup.
Shaking her head, Dru turned away. It was then she saw Buffy's boyfriend enter the café.
"Hey Dru," Spike greeted, pecking the girl friendly on the cheek. Seating himself, he gave Buffy a deeper kiss.
"So what is it? What'd you have to figure out?" Buffy blurted out.
Looking around the café uncomfortably, Spike leaned in. "Shouldn't we go someplace more . . ." he stole a glance at Dru, "Private?"
"Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of Dru!" The blonde glared firmly at her boyfriend.
Apologizing with his eyes, Spike continued. "I know this is a stupid idea, and it prolly won't work, but I say we give it a go. Around midnight tomorrow, meet me in Stratford forest by the cave. Pack a few items. I've got a ride waiting for us on the other side, my friend Clem. He's gonna drive us to Vegas, get us settled so's when you turn eighteen we can get . . . married."
Both of the girls felt their jaws drop.
"What?" Buffy choked out.
He shrugged as he stood. "Always knew I was gonna do it. Might as well be before your git of a father can mess it up."
Leaping up, Buffy kissed him squarely on the mouth, pulling him close. Dru averted her eyes, equally sickened and depressed by the sight.
"OH GOD!" She shrieked, not caring at the scene she was causing.
Spike laughed. "Calm down luv!" Turning his head, he saw the time on the wall clock. "Damn! I gotta go get things arranged with Clem."
Buffy sat back down, eyes glazed over with joy. "So, tomorrow then?" she sighed dreamily.
Without a word, Spike came back in for another kiss, pulling at her lower lip. "You bet," he purred, pulling away. "Dru," he acknowledged the brunette, then jogged out of the café.
The blonde leaned in her chair, planning what to take in her mind. "God, I've got so much to do," she sighed. But, she dropped it all when she remembered Dru. "Oh honey," Buffy stood, pulling Dru up in a hug. In the embrace, Dru couldn't help but feel a million emotions: joy, sadness, bitterness . . .
"Sorry I have to do this, but it's the only way," Buffy began to sob. "I'll try to call you all the time, once we find a place! And, you have to come visit us!"
Feeling the water fall down her own face, Dru smiled. "There's no question!"
Buffy brushed the tears away. "I've got to go! Hope that we don't get caught!" Grabbing her purse, she began to leave. "Oh," she rushed back, "You know what me leaving means? Angel will over me so quickly, it'll send your head spinning!" Giving her friend a kiss, she raced out of the café.
*Alone again.* Sighing, Dru returned back to her coffee, her only friend at the moment.
*Everyone loves Buffy! It's not fair! I know I'm just as pretty and smart as Buffy, but why the hell does she get whatever she wants? She gets chased after, has thousands of guys fall for her, has my one true love fall for her! God, when Angel hears about this . . .*
She stopped.
Angel didn't know about the plan, and probably wouldn't know until it was to late.
*But if I told him, he'd chase after them! And I'll follow him!*
Throwing a tip on the table, Dru strolled pensively out of Athens' Café.
*And maybe, just maybe, the magic of the forest will bring him back to me.*
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: Again, I didn't have time to change the things above. I promise my disclaimers will get better. I posted this really late. And I am quite tired. School sucks bad! Grrrr! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. It makes my blackened heart swell to the size of a pea. I know you probably thought that Spike and Buffy would make a good Demetrius and Helena, but I love them so much as a couple that it would betray my ideals. Also, I'm not a huge Angel fan, so he was perfect as Demetrius (why? Past production of Midsummer's I was in had a Demetrius I despised.) And as for the other characters, you find out who Helena is today. As for Bottom, Oberon, Puck, and Titania: Just wait! Tee hee hee, I'm evil with the cliffhangers. Just be warned, not everyone will be as they seem.
Chapter Two- Keep Promise
For what seemed an eternity, the two young sweethearts sat in the silence of Giles' office, neither looking at nor speaking to each other.
The silence pressed around Spike like a heavy blanket, smothering all rational thought. He could only replay the scene in his head. Buffy's father and the moron Angel getting what they wished, while their supposed ally, Mr. Giles, taking the enemy's side. It was all too much.
*I'm going to go bloody insane!*
His fingers itched. He needed to do something. Something to get rid of all the tension. Something extreme. Something . . .
A glinting caught his eye. On Mr. Giles' desk sat a crystal picture frame, a snapshot of the man and his fiancée grinning happily. Taunting him.
With a growl, he stood and picked the photo up, then sent it flying against the wall, smirking when the crystal shattered on impact.
But his brief satisfaction ended when he heard a whimper coming from the chair on his right.
It was Buffy, her face buried into her hands, sobbing heavily.
Calming down, he kneeled before the girl, pulling her hands away from her face.
"Hey," he purred, bringing his fingers up to rub her cheek, "'S wrong pet?"
"I wonder," she sniffled bitterly, tears falling like raindrops.
With a sad grin, he sat back in his chair, then pulled her with him. Sitting on his lap, Buffy rapped her arms around his neck, then began to sob into his chest.
"Please don't cry," whispered Spike, slowly stroking her long, blonde hair. "Things aren't going the way we planned. Happens all the time. You'll go on this trip with your father, but you'll come back, and everything-"
"NO!" Pulling away, she wiped the tears from her cheek. "Don't you see what's happening! If I go with my father, I will NEVER be able to say no to him again! He controls everything I do! I'm not strong enough . . ."
"Buffy, you are."
"I'm not! Us being together is the one thing I've done without Daddy's permission." Turning her attention away from the bleached blond, she stood to pick up the pieces of shattered crystal. "Daddy knows what he's doing," she sighed, carefully trying not to cut herself, "He'll find some way to keep us in Europe. Then, he'll get Angel to propose again. And I won't be able to say no." A small drop of water fell from her eyes, landing on the broken pile of translucent glass. The broken pile of her life.
As she crouched in the corner, eyes red from weeping, hair mussed, Spike concluded he had never seen a more beautiful woman. It was always that way with him. He'd look at her, and fall in love all over again.
*Great, I've turned into a Nancy-boy poof!*
Born and raised in London, Spike transferred to attend college in Sunnydale. His mother had lived in the small California suburb since she divorced from his father. After he graduated, she called him with an offer: she'd pay for his schooling, if he went to the college near her. It was an easy decision, but not one he made happily. A chance meeting at a party changed his attitude.
At the first frat party of the year he was causally observing the dancing, when his eyes fell upon a tiny blonde girl dancing with her friends. The way she moved, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the aura she gave off, hypnotized the guy. Spike had never believed in love at first sight until that day. Soon, he found himself pulled to the girl, asking her for a dance. And as they swayed to the slow rhythm, he knew he couldn't let go. Ever.
He hadn't. For the next year, he and Buffy stayed a couple. Sure, it wasn't a perfect relationship. She was a senior in high school when they met. The fact that Hank hated his guts didn't help. But they weathered the storms. He knew that she was the love of his life, and he could not live without her.
Trying to find some hole in their situation, Spike racked his brain as Buffy interchanged sweeping and crying.
Suddenly, it came to him. He knew what to do.
But before he could say anything, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Giles, Hank, and Angel returning from their secret meeting.
"Luv!" He sat beside her, speaking in a rushed whisper. "I have a plan, but I need to figure the details out. Sneak out around four and meet me at Athens' Café."
She opened her mouth to respond, but the double doors leading to the office flew open.
"Buffy, time to go!" Hank commanded. "Say goodbye to Mr. Trench!"
Taking a quick glimpse at Spike, she confirmed the appointment. "Goodbye," she whispered as she stood. Joining Hank and Angel, the three took off.
Spike quickly followed, mumbling a quick goodbye to Giles.
*Right, showtime.*
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"Double nonfat latte, extra foam."
Hurriedly setting down the cup of coffee, the waitress rushed off to deliver another order. As she had done so, a bit of the drink had spilled out, pooling on the small table.
"Wonderful," Drusilla Claire whispered, pulling a bunch of napkins from the dispenser, then wadding the paper up to clean up the puddle. In an epiphany, she made a conclusion: her life was one big mess.
*Here I sit, drowning away my sorrows with caffeine, over some stupid guy who doesn't love me. Some dumb, stupid, handsome, funny, wonderful guy I love with every beat of poor, broken heart . . .*
The tears threatened to fall again, just as they had done for the past few months. With a woeful groan, she thudded her forehead on the table, then repeated the action again and again.
"Dru, stop that!" a voice from behind her cried, "You're gonna make your head all blue and lumpy!"
Looking up, the brunette found a pair of green eyes staring back at her.
"Afternoon Buffy," Dru moaned.
With an amused grin, her best friend since childhood sat down in the seat across from her. Another nameless waitress ran up to take the blonde's order.
"What are you doing here all happy-like?" Buffy sarcastically asked.
"Wallowing in my own pity? You?"
The smile from her face faded. "Spike told me to meet him here. He's got something planned."
"So I take it the meeting with Mr. Giles didn't work out." Dru laughed bitterly, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, he won't change his mind."
Confused, Dru looked up. "Angel or Mr. Giles?"
"Mr. Giles." Watching as her coffee was placed before her, Buffy changed her answer. "Actually, both I guess. Angel won't . . ."
She stopped when she saw the hurt look form on her friend's face. Dru wasn't ready to hear the sorted details of her ex-boyfriend's pursuits.
Angel and Drusilla had been going out since her freshman year in high school, he a year older. It was the most perfect relationship the student body had seen in years. The two were loving, considerate, and tender with each other.
But it all came crashing down after Angel graduated, and he took an internship at Sire Records. He realized that Hank Summers, Vice President of the corporation, was the father of Dru's best friend. As if someone had turned off a light switch, he broke off their relationship, hoping to pursue a more "valued" love interest.
"Sorry," Buffy mumbled, taking a sudden interest in her coffee cup.
Shaking her head, Dru turned away. It was then she saw Buffy's boyfriend enter the café.
"Hey Dru," Spike greeted, pecking the girl friendly on the cheek. Seating himself, he gave Buffy a deeper kiss.
"So what is it? What'd you have to figure out?" Buffy blurted out.
Looking around the café uncomfortably, Spike leaned in. "Shouldn't we go someplace more . . ." he stole a glance at Dru, "Private?"
"Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of Dru!" The blonde glared firmly at her boyfriend.
Apologizing with his eyes, Spike continued. "I know this is a stupid idea, and it prolly won't work, but I say we give it a go. Around midnight tomorrow, meet me in Stratford forest by the cave. Pack a few items. I've got a ride waiting for us on the other side, my friend Clem. He's gonna drive us to Vegas, get us settled so's when you turn eighteen we can get . . . married."
Both of the girls felt their jaws drop.
"What?" Buffy choked out.
He shrugged as he stood. "Always knew I was gonna do it. Might as well be before your git of a father can mess it up."
Leaping up, Buffy kissed him squarely on the mouth, pulling him close. Dru averted her eyes, equally sickened and depressed by the sight.
"OH GOD!" She shrieked, not caring at the scene she was causing.
Spike laughed. "Calm down luv!" Turning his head, he saw the time on the wall clock. "Damn! I gotta go get things arranged with Clem."
Buffy sat back down, eyes glazed over with joy. "So, tomorrow then?" she sighed dreamily.
Without a word, Spike came back in for another kiss, pulling at her lower lip. "You bet," he purred, pulling away. "Dru," he acknowledged the brunette, then jogged out of the café.
The blonde leaned in her chair, planning what to take in her mind. "God, I've got so much to do," she sighed. But, she dropped it all when she remembered Dru. "Oh honey," Buffy stood, pulling Dru up in a hug. In the embrace, Dru couldn't help but feel a million emotions: joy, sadness, bitterness . . .
"Sorry I have to do this, but it's the only way," Buffy began to sob. "I'll try to call you all the time, once we find a place! And, you have to come visit us!"
Feeling the water fall down her own face, Dru smiled. "There's no question!"
Buffy brushed the tears away. "I've got to go! Hope that we don't get caught!" Grabbing her purse, she began to leave. "Oh," she rushed back, "You know what me leaving means? Angel will over me so quickly, it'll send your head spinning!" Giving her friend a kiss, she raced out of the café.
*Alone again.* Sighing, Dru returned back to her coffee, her only friend at the moment.
*Everyone loves Buffy! It's not fair! I know I'm just as pretty and smart as Buffy, but why the hell does she get whatever she wants? She gets chased after, has thousands of guys fall for her, has my one true love fall for her! God, when Angel hears about this . . .*
She stopped.
Angel didn't know about the plan, and probably wouldn't know until it was to late.
*But if I told him, he'd chase after them! And I'll follow him!*
Throwing a tip on the table, Dru strolled pensively out of Athens' Café.
*And maybe, just maybe, the magic of the forest will bring him back to me.*