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Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, and WB. I am just borrowing them for my own sick,
twisted and perverse reasons. ;)
Chapter 4
Buffy walked briskly in the chilly night air because the last thing she wanted to do was catch was a cold. She was in the cemetery, heading in the direction of Spike's crypt.
Spike.
The thought of him chilled her to the bone. They recently had shared a kiss- well two, actually, if you count the one after Sunnydale became all Broadway-like. Wrapping her arms around herself, the Slayer shook off the thoughts of him.
Kissing him.
Kissing Spike.
After all, she did not want to venture into the territory of vampire boyfriends again.
Been there. Done that.
One was enough.
'Ok! I did it again,' she chided herself mentally. 'I thought of him! God, will it ever end?' she asked in desperation, angrily kicking a stone. 'Relax,' she sucked in the cool night air to revitalise herself and clear her thoughts of..him. 'I can do this. All I gotta do is go and-' she halted outside his crypt, becoming hesitant and fidgety. She stood there for another moment, before leaning against the door and pushing it open.
The peroxide vampire looked up and acknowledged her presence. 'Slayer,' he cooed, 'what brings you to my neck of the cemetery?' She glared at him fiercely.
'I'm not here for games, Spike,' she replied, bitterness echoing in her tone.
'Well, then' he smirked, rising up and striding towards the blonde. He looked her up and down, taking in all of her appearance, which immediately sent shivers down her spine. She did not like the way he looked at-no wait, leered at her. It made the Slayer uncomfortable, considering the fact that she despised the very sight of him. 'Business or pleasure?' he continued, with a saucy grin.
'Neither,' she replied curtly, pushing past him, and settling herself into his armchair. 'It's about a party.'
'A party, eh?' he asked curiously, arching his brow. 'What kind of party?'
'Halloween,' she replied simply, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs. Spike took a long time to respond. Firstly, he regarded her closely, checking to see if she was serious. Her impatient look told him everything.
She was.
A smirk formed on his lips, before he responded. 'I don't think so pet,' he answered rudely.
Buffy sighed inside. 'It has to be done-no matter what,' she reminded herself, with a weary groan.
'Awh come on, please Spike? Please?' she begged, clasping her hands together, pleading with all her heart.
Spike smiled at her actions. 'You're desperate, aren't ya, luv?'
'It'll be fun,' she said, still beseeching him greatly. 'Fun?' he said irritably, giving her a condescending look. 'I might as well decapitate myself.' She was getting on his nerves, and his look showed it all.
'Now you're being a spoilsport,' she said sternly, folding her arms brusquely.
'I don't do parties, pet.' He responded, explaining himself. 'Unless they involve a lot of blood and booze,' he added longingly, probably recounting an old memory of himself in the past.
'You're getting off the subject,' Buffy said scornfully. 'Besides, everyone will be there.' She added, listing off the names of her friends.
'You mean, Red, Wanker, Glinda, Nibblet and Lambchop?' he inquired of her, with the nicknames he had penned to them.
'Lambchop?'
He sighed heavily, 'Anya.'
'Oh,' she said quietly.
'Not bloody likely,' he snorted scathingly, turning up his nose in what seemed to be disgust.
'It will be great. And since it's Angel's first-'
'Hold up, there, Slayer,' he cut in. 'Did you just say Angel? She nodded briskly, mentally slapping herself for mentioning the 'A' word in front of the vampire. He laughed at her in disbelief 'Let me get this straight. You want me to dress up, go to L.A, and go to a Halloween party hosted by Poufy Mc Pouf-Pouf?'
'Yeah,' she sighed. 'That's the general gist of it, ' she said nervously.
He contemplated for a moment, before 'In that case..' He began thoughtfully, before stopping. Buffy looked up eagerly at him, expecting a yes. '.I'd rather stake myself than go anywhere near that ponce and his stupid band of merry men! ' He snapped arrogantly at her. The blonde expressed no emotion. She just sat there for a little while longer, before calmly rising out of the chair.
With a calm look upon her features, Buffy reached into her coat, and withdrew a black club from her inside pocket. He eyed her puzzedly, unsure of what her next movements would be. 'I hate to have to resort to this, Spike, but you leave me no choice.' She edged closer to him, before continuing, 'The invitation said all of us and I'm not prepared to let Angel down,' she added authoritatively.
With a quick-fire movement, she struck his skull sharply with the blunt object, watching his bewildered reaction with a smirk. Before slumping to the floor, the vampire uttered a 'Bloody hell,' and he was enveloped into darkness. With a satisfied look, the Slayer gripped his coat collar and hauled him out of the crypt into Xander's waiting car.
'Nice one, Buff,' he noted sardonically, admiring her handiwork.
She threw him in the back. 'No comments,' she warned. 'Just drive.'
'Oh my God, you look amazing!' Dawn gushed excitedly, admiring Willow.
'Yeah, baby,' Tara said encouragingly, 'you look hot.' She grinned saucily at her girlfriend and Willow blushed, because the two shared a moment.
Willow was dressed in a skin-tight, leather catsuit that was black and very, very shiny. Her pointed black boots added an extra 5 inches to her and her hot red lipstick complimented her hazel eyes and ivory skin perfectly. On her backside, she had attached a long, fake tail, indicating overtly that she was dressed up as a cat.
'Now lets see you, Tara,' Willow recommended, turning to her lover. The blonde Wiccan looked herself over briefly. She was wearing a pale blue, medieval style dress with long sleeves that ended in a point. The neck was v-shaped, showing a hint of cleavage. The bodiced top, embroidered with gold leaves, emphasised her beautiful curves, and her soft, satin pumps matched her dress. Her golden hair was put up, wrapped in a gold circlet.
'You make a nice Guinevere,' Dawn smiled proudly.
'Wow,' she breathed, gazing into the mirror.
'Yip, wow indeed,' Willow said approvingly, sending a loving glance at the Wiccan. 'Now you, Dawnie,' she addressed cheerily to the teenager. 'Or should I say Dorothy?' The girls exchanged a grin with eachother.
Just then, Buffy burst in with Xander, pulling an unconscious Spike in behind her. When Dawn had come into view, she unceremoniously dumped him on the floor, and raced excitedly over to her little sister. 'Oh my God!' she exclaimed, 'you are so cute!' She cupped Dawn's cheeks and squeezed them in a manner of a grandmother, much to the annoyance of the younger girl.
'Buffy, will you cut it out!' she groaned, struggling away from her. Buffy dropped her hands and clasped them with delight.
'Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz!' she gushed elatedly. 'I'm sensing a Willow influence here,' she added, looking sideways at her best friend. Dawn shook her head defiantly.
'No, actually, it was Tara's idea,' she supplied icily.
'You like it then?' Tara inquired hopefully.
'Brilliant! As are you two,' she added flatteringly to the Witches.
'Seconding that,' Xander noted suggestively.
'Speaking of which, I need to get ready!' She dashed up the stairs two at a time, meanwhile calling back to them, 'I won't be long!' After a long pause, the red-haired Wiccan decided to attempt another joke.
'Ooooh do the red-shoe thing!' she urged Dawn readily. Xander snorted with laughter, whilst Tara politely withheld her amusement.
'Kill me now,' Dawn said loudly, before descending into the mode that Buffy had dubbed her 'huff-mode.'
Chapter 4
Buffy walked briskly in the chilly night air because the last thing she wanted to do was catch was a cold. She was in the cemetery, heading in the direction of Spike's crypt.
Spike.
The thought of him chilled her to the bone. They recently had shared a kiss- well two, actually, if you count the one after Sunnydale became all Broadway-like. Wrapping her arms around herself, the Slayer shook off the thoughts of him.
Kissing him.
Kissing Spike.
After all, she did not want to venture into the territory of vampire boyfriends again.
Been there. Done that.
One was enough.
'Ok! I did it again,' she chided herself mentally. 'I thought of him! God, will it ever end?' she asked in desperation, angrily kicking a stone. 'Relax,' she sucked in the cool night air to revitalise herself and clear her thoughts of..him. 'I can do this. All I gotta do is go and-' she halted outside his crypt, becoming hesitant and fidgety. She stood there for another moment, before leaning against the door and pushing it open.
The peroxide vampire looked up and acknowledged her presence. 'Slayer,' he cooed, 'what brings you to my neck of the cemetery?' She glared at him fiercely.
'I'm not here for games, Spike,' she replied, bitterness echoing in her tone.
'Well, then' he smirked, rising up and striding towards the blonde. He looked her up and down, taking in all of her appearance, which immediately sent shivers down her spine. She did not like the way he looked at-no wait, leered at her. It made the Slayer uncomfortable, considering the fact that she despised the very sight of him. 'Business or pleasure?' he continued, with a saucy grin.
'Neither,' she replied curtly, pushing past him, and settling herself into his armchair. 'It's about a party.'
'A party, eh?' he asked curiously, arching his brow. 'What kind of party?'
'Halloween,' she replied simply, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs. Spike took a long time to respond. Firstly, he regarded her closely, checking to see if she was serious. Her impatient look told him everything.
She was.
A smirk formed on his lips, before he responded. 'I don't think so pet,' he answered rudely.
Buffy sighed inside. 'It has to be done-no matter what,' she reminded herself, with a weary groan.
'Awh come on, please Spike? Please?' she begged, clasping her hands together, pleading with all her heart.
Spike smiled at her actions. 'You're desperate, aren't ya, luv?'
'It'll be fun,' she said, still beseeching him greatly. 'Fun?' he said irritably, giving her a condescending look. 'I might as well decapitate myself.' She was getting on his nerves, and his look showed it all.
'Now you're being a spoilsport,' she said sternly, folding her arms brusquely.
'I don't do parties, pet.' He responded, explaining himself. 'Unless they involve a lot of blood and booze,' he added longingly, probably recounting an old memory of himself in the past.
'You're getting off the subject,' Buffy said scornfully. 'Besides, everyone will be there.' She added, listing off the names of her friends.
'You mean, Red, Wanker, Glinda, Nibblet and Lambchop?' he inquired of her, with the nicknames he had penned to them.
'Lambchop?'
He sighed heavily, 'Anya.'
'Oh,' she said quietly.
'Not bloody likely,' he snorted scathingly, turning up his nose in what seemed to be disgust.
'It will be great. And since it's Angel's first-'
'Hold up, there, Slayer,' he cut in. 'Did you just say Angel? She nodded briskly, mentally slapping herself for mentioning the 'A' word in front of the vampire. He laughed at her in disbelief 'Let me get this straight. You want me to dress up, go to L.A, and go to a Halloween party hosted by Poufy Mc Pouf-Pouf?'
'Yeah,' she sighed. 'That's the general gist of it, ' she said nervously.
He contemplated for a moment, before 'In that case..' He began thoughtfully, before stopping. Buffy looked up eagerly at him, expecting a yes. '.I'd rather stake myself than go anywhere near that ponce and his stupid band of merry men! ' He snapped arrogantly at her. The blonde expressed no emotion. She just sat there for a little while longer, before calmly rising out of the chair.
With a calm look upon her features, Buffy reached into her coat, and withdrew a black club from her inside pocket. He eyed her puzzedly, unsure of what her next movements would be. 'I hate to have to resort to this, Spike, but you leave me no choice.' She edged closer to him, before continuing, 'The invitation said all of us and I'm not prepared to let Angel down,' she added authoritatively.
With a quick-fire movement, she struck his skull sharply with the blunt object, watching his bewildered reaction with a smirk. Before slumping to the floor, the vampire uttered a 'Bloody hell,' and he was enveloped into darkness. With a satisfied look, the Slayer gripped his coat collar and hauled him out of the crypt into Xander's waiting car.
'Nice one, Buff,' he noted sardonically, admiring her handiwork.
She threw him in the back. 'No comments,' she warned. 'Just drive.'
'Oh my God, you look amazing!' Dawn gushed excitedly, admiring Willow.
'Yeah, baby,' Tara said encouragingly, 'you look hot.' She grinned saucily at her girlfriend and Willow blushed, because the two shared a moment.
Willow was dressed in a skin-tight, leather catsuit that was black and very, very shiny. Her pointed black boots added an extra 5 inches to her and her hot red lipstick complimented her hazel eyes and ivory skin perfectly. On her backside, she had attached a long, fake tail, indicating overtly that she was dressed up as a cat.
'Now lets see you, Tara,' Willow recommended, turning to her lover. The blonde Wiccan looked herself over briefly. She was wearing a pale blue, medieval style dress with long sleeves that ended in a point. The neck was v-shaped, showing a hint of cleavage. The bodiced top, embroidered with gold leaves, emphasised her beautiful curves, and her soft, satin pumps matched her dress. Her golden hair was put up, wrapped in a gold circlet.
'You make a nice Guinevere,' Dawn smiled proudly.
'Wow,' she breathed, gazing into the mirror.
'Yip, wow indeed,' Willow said approvingly, sending a loving glance at the Wiccan. 'Now you, Dawnie,' she addressed cheerily to the teenager. 'Or should I say Dorothy?' The girls exchanged a grin with eachother.
Just then, Buffy burst in with Xander, pulling an unconscious Spike in behind her. When Dawn had come into view, she unceremoniously dumped him on the floor, and raced excitedly over to her little sister. 'Oh my God!' she exclaimed, 'you are so cute!' She cupped Dawn's cheeks and squeezed them in a manner of a grandmother, much to the annoyance of the younger girl.
'Buffy, will you cut it out!' she groaned, struggling away from her. Buffy dropped her hands and clasped them with delight.
'Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz!' she gushed elatedly. 'I'm sensing a Willow influence here,' she added, looking sideways at her best friend. Dawn shook her head defiantly.
'No, actually, it was Tara's idea,' she supplied icily.
'You like it then?' Tara inquired hopefully.
'Brilliant! As are you two,' she added flatteringly to the Witches.
'Seconding that,' Xander noted suggestively.
'Speaking of which, I need to get ready!' She dashed up the stairs two at a time, meanwhile calling back to them, 'I won't be long!' After a long pause, the red-haired Wiccan decided to attempt another joke.
'Ooooh do the red-shoe thing!' she urged Dawn readily. Xander snorted with laughter, whilst Tara politely withheld her amusement.
'Kill me now,' Dawn said loudly, before descending into the mode that Buffy had dubbed her 'huff-mode.'