Next time on Ordinary People.
Xander's birthday rolls around leaving birthday jitters about his first year with Spike. Something stalks the students of UC Sunnydale and the scoobies are pretty sure it's not alive. Yet when Spike and Xander's lives are threatened, this it connected or is it something far more sinister?
The following is a scene from:
Memories Last
Spike walked into the apartment only to find it covered in white. The cloth hung at least three feet off the ground giving the impression of a miniature camp from long ago. It reminded Spike of one of the childhood photos of Xander Willow had given him. One of a winter afternoon where they had built an indoor fort out of sheets and couch cushions.
Yet Spike knew for a fact they didn't own enough sheets and cushions to make a fort this sturdy and this large.
'So the boy's learnin' magick Willow can't, not much of a surprise there, even if Red is soo powerful.'
Spike smiled a little shutting the door to stand in the only sheetless spot within the maze of while. The vampire cocked his head to the side, he could hear slight giggling, two rapid heartbeats, and labored breathing. He could smell the distinct smell of pheromones.
How interesting.
With a smirk Spike breathed a word and swept his hand over the white. The house-fort vanished in a shower of blue light proving indeed it was constructed of magick. In the middle of the living room were two people on the floor making out and getting hot and heavy about it. Spike raised an eyebrow.
'Well there's something you don't see everyday.'
Xander's birthday rolls around leaving birthday jitters about his first year with Spike. Something stalks the students of UC Sunnydale and the scoobies are pretty sure it's not alive. Yet when Spike and Xander's lives are threatened, this it connected or is it something far more sinister?
The following is a scene from:
Memories Last
Spike walked into the apartment only to find it covered in white. The cloth hung at least three feet off the ground giving the impression of a miniature camp from long ago. It reminded Spike of one of the childhood photos of Xander Willow had given him. One of a winter afternoon where they had built an indoor fort out of sheets and couch cushions.
Yet Spike knew for a fact they didn't own enough sheets and cushions to make a fort this sturdy and this large.
'So the boy's learnin' magick Willow can't, not much of a surprise there, even if Red is soo powerful.'
Spike smiled a little shutting the door to stand in the only sheetless spot within the maze of while. The vampire cocked his head to the side, he could hear slight giggling, two rapid heartbeats, and labored breathing. He could smell the distinct smell of pheromones.
How interesting.
With a smirk Spike breathed a word and swept his hand over the white. The house-fort vanished in a shower of blue light proving indeed it was constructed of magick. In the middle of the living room were two people on the floor making out and getting hot and heavy about it. Spike raised an eyebrow.
'Well there's something you don't see everyday.'