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Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, and WB. I am just borrowing them for my own sick,
twisted and perverse reasons. ;)
Chapter 2
Dawn sighed heavily. 'Buffy's been away for ages,' she groaned, resting her chin on her palms.
'Yes,' Anya said wearily, 'She has been gone a long time. Maybe she was eaten by a Huliek demon,' she added rather morbidly. The others shot her heated looks. She held up her hands in defence. 'She wouldn't feel any pain- it would be a quick death. You see, the Huliek demon has rather a large-'
'Uh, sweetie?' her fiancee interjected gently, 'could you quit it with the morbid talk? It makes me kinda edgy.' The ex -demon looked deflated. With a contemptuous snort, Anya stuck up her nose, folded her arms, and turned away, obviously disgruntled by the remark.
'Ok, everyone! I need your help!' Buffy announced from the back room. She sounded quite serious.
'Finally,' Dawn said.
'What for?'
'Is it serious?'
'Oh no'
They rhymed off their comments, one by one, as if they planned it. The Scoobies began to get worried: what was wrong? Moreover, if something was wrong, how bad was it? At the same token, however, they knew within themselves that they could face it, whatever the odds. That if they stuck together, they could survive anything. That when-
'Taa-daa!' the Slayer interupted, emerging from her hiding place. Her arms were spread out, and she had a huge grin on her face. 'Sooo?' she asked gleefully, 'what do ya think?' She stood there, beaming, ready for lavishing praise and admiration. Instead, she got the opposite.
Confusion turned to anger in a matter of seconds.
'I'm going to kill you!'
'Buffy, you're so dead!'
'You are so gonna get it!' The blonde's face fell, as she dropped her arms, and proceeded to instil calm amongst her friends.
'What's with the death threats, guys?' she asked tranquilly, switching off her grin.
'We thought you were in trouble,' Tara supplied politely. She (much to the Slayer's relief) did not make a death threat to her.
'I am in trouble! I can't decide on my costume!' she whined bitterly. The others now looked at Buffy much more closely, switching their anger for curiousity.
Buffy was decked out in a long-sleeved purple dress, which exposed some cleavage and her long, toned, sun-kissed legs. Her head was adorned with a purple Alice-band and a long, red wig, which was big and bouncy. To complete her outfit, she wore a green necktie and knee-high boots which were, not surprisingly, purple.
'Are you supposed to be a reject from the seventies?' her sibling asked snidely, with a snigger.
'No!' she retorted, 'I'm Daphne, from Scooby-doo!' She raised her arms up and twirled around, so that they could get a better view of her.
'No, seriously, Buffy' Xander said, trying to suppress the laughter that was building up inside him.
As always, Tara, the shy yet loveable Wicca was there to save her. 'You look nice,' she smiled. Anya turned round to the chatter. She raised an eyebrow at Buffy's ensemble.
'You so do not look like her,' she noted derisively. Her tone sounded almost Cordelia-esque. 'Daphne has a bigger chest.' Buffy ignored her, still focusing on her defence.
'See! Tara thinks I look nice!' she said, sounding like an eight year old child. Willow giggled at her outburst.
'It's not that Buffy. It's just the whole idea of you being a Scooby gang member and we being the Scoobies.'
'I thought it was cute!' she said irritably, deflated by their remarks. 'At least I made an effort! ' With that, she stormed off, heels clicking on the tiled floor, as she retired into the back again. A long, embarassed silence ensued before Xander broke it.
'Y'know, she has a point,' he said awkwardally, now staring at his feet.
'Yeah,' Tara concurred. 'I mean, she's all ready and we-'
'-And we haven't even begun.' Willow finished guiltily. Another dragging silence ensued, before the teenager broke it.
'I think we should go home-Xander wanna drop us off?' Dawn suggested eagerly, slightly off-topic.
'I am not a taxi-service, Dawn,' he admonished her. 'I am a man.'
'And a very good one at that.' Anya commented from her seat. ' A very kind, warm, fuzzy, strong, sexy-' she halted her words with a mischievous look in her eye. Then she began to lick her lips suggestively, before Xander moved in to stop her.
'Ahn! Didn't we talk about this? No lewd comments or behaviour in front of my friends!' With a dismal look etched on her pretty face, the girl descended into yet another sulky silence.
Dawn pressed on with her suggestion.
'Awh, please?' she begged, turning on puppy dog eyes.
'We'll give you a Scooby Snack,' Willow joked. Both Xander and Dawn gave the red-haired girl unamused looks. Only Tara, her loving girlfriend, lavished pity on the Wiccan.
'Um, honey? That wasn't very funny, ' she said sweetly to her lover. Now it was Willow's turn to become silent and sullen.
'Oh, alright,' Xander agreed finally, after the long hiatus that followed Willow's lame joke. Dawn clapped her hands with glee, and bounded off in the direction of the door. He jutted his finger out on all of them accusingly.' But on one condition.' They snapped to attention. Even Dawn spun round from her 'bounding.'
You don't mention 'zoiks,' 'jenkies,' or anything related to Scooby-doo on the drive home.'
Willow nodded shamefully, whilst Tara uttered a small yes. Dawn, however, rolled her eyes.
Slipping an arm around his fiancee's shoulders, Xander lead the way to the door, with Anya in tow. Tara wrapped a reassuring arm around Willow's waist, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. When all of them were ready, the five made their way outside the shop, and hopped into Xander's car.
Leaving the Slayer to her own devices.
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Chapter 2
Dawn sighed heavily. 'Buffy's been away for ages,' she groaned, resting her chin on her palms.
'Yes,' Anya said wearily, 'She has been gone a long time. Maybe she was eaten by a Huliek demon,' she added rather morbidly. The others shot her heated looks. She held up her hands in defence. 'She wouldn't feel any pain- it would be a quick death. You see, the Huliek demon has rather a large-'
'Uh, sweetie?' her fiancee interjected gently, 'could you quit it with the morbid talk? It makes me kinda edgy.' The ex -demon looked deflated. With a contemptuous snort, Anya stuck up her nose, folded her arms, and turned away, obviously disgruntled by the remark.
'Ok, everyone! I need your help!' Buffy announced from the back room. She sounded quite serious.
'Finally,' Dawn said.
'What for?'
'Is it serious?'
'Oh no'
They rhymed off their comments, one by one, as if they planned it. The Scoobies began to get worried: what was wrong? Moreover, if something was wrong, how bad was it? At the same token, however, they knew within themselves that they could face it, whatever the odds. That if they stuck together, they could survive anything. That when-
'Taa-daa!' the Slayer interupted, emerging from her hiding place. Her arms were spread out, and she had a huge grin on her face. 'Sooo?' she asked gleefully, 'what do ya think?' She stood there, beaming, ready for lavishing praise and admiration. Instead, she got the opposite.
Confusion turned to anger in a matter of seconds.
'I'm going to kill you!'
'Buffy, you're so dead!'
'You are so gonna get it!' The blonde's face fell, as she dropped her arms, and proceeded to instil calm amongst her friends.
'What's with the death threats, guys?' she asked tranquilly, switching off her grin.
'We thought you were in trouble,' Tara supplied politely. She (much to the Slayer's relief) did not make a death threat to her.
'I am in trouble! I can't decide on my costume!' she whined bitterly. The others now looked at Buffy much more closely, switching their anger for curiousity.
Buffy was decked out in a long-sleeved purple dress, which exposed some cleavage and her long, toned, sun-kissed legs. Her head was adorned with a purple Alice-band and a long, red wig, which was big and bouncy. To complete her outfit, she wore a green necktie and knee-high boots which were, not surprisingly, purple.
'Are you supposed to be a reject from the seventies?' her sibling asked snidely, with a snigger.
'No!' she retorted, 'I'm Daphne, from Scooby-doo!' She raised her arms up and twirled around, so that they could get a better view of her.
'No, seriously, Buffy' Xander said, trying to suppress the laughter that was building up inside him.
As always, Tara, the shy yet loveable Wicca was there to save her. 'You look nice,' she smiled. Anya turned round to the chatter. She raised an eyebrow at Buffy's ensemble.
'You so do not look like her,' she noted derisively. Her tone sounded almost Cordelia-esque. 'Daphne has a bigger chest.' Buffy ignored her, still focusing on her defence.
'See! Tara thinks I look nice!' she said, sounding like an eight year old child. Willow giggled at her outburst.
'It's not that Buffy. It's just the whole idea of you being a Scooby gang member and we being the Scoobies.'
'I thought it was cute!' she said irritably, deflated by their remarks. 'At least I made an effort! ' With that, she stormed off, heels clicking on the tiled floor, as she retired into the back again. A long, embarassed silence ensued before Xander broke it.
'Y'know, she has a point,' he said awkwardally, now staring at his feet.
'Yeah,' Tara concurred. 'I mean, she's all ready and we-'
'-And we haven't even begun.' Willow finished guiltily. Another dragging silence ensued, before the teenager broke it.
'I think we should go home-Xander wanna drop us off?' Dawn suggested eagerly, slightly off-topic.
'I am not a taxi-service, Dawn,' he admonished her. 'I am a man.'
'And a very good one at that.' Anya commented from her seat. ' A very kind, warm, fuzzy, strong, sexy-' she halted her words with a mischievous look in her eye. Then she began to lick her lips suggestively, before Xander moved in to stop her.
'Ahn! Didn't we talk about this? No lewd comments or behaviour in front of my friends!' With a dismal look etched on her pretty face, the girl descended into yet another sulky silence.
Dawn pressed on with her suggestion.
'Awh, please?' she begged, turning on puppy dog eyes.
'We'll give you a Scooby Snack,' Willow joked. Both Xander and Dawn gave the red-haired girl unamused looks. Only Tara, her loving girlfriend, lavished pity on the Wiccan.
'Um, honey? That wasn't very funny, ' she said sweetly to her lover. Now it was Willow's turn to become silent and sullen.
'Oh, alright,' Xander agreed finally, after the long hiatus that followed Willow's lame joke. Dawn clapped her hands with glee, and bounded off in the direction of the door. He jutted his finger out on all of them accusingly.' But on one condition.' They snapped to attention. Even Dawn spun round from her 'bounding.'
You don't mention 'zoiks,' 'jenkies,' or anything related to Scooby-doo on the drive home.'
Willow nodded shamefully, whilst Tara uttered a small yes. Dawn, however, rolled her eyes.
Slipping an arm around his fiancee's shoulders, Xander lead the way to the door, with Anya in tow. Tara wrapped a reassuring arm around Willow's waist, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. When all of them were ready, the five made their way outside the shop, and hopped into Xander's car.
Leaving the Slayer to her own devices.
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