A/N: Thanks for all the reviews for both "Invitian" and "The Welcoming."
Here's a new chapter! I'm trying to make longer chapters so enjoy!
Replies at end. R&R plz!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own. Joss and Mutant Enemy own. I don't own MTV.
P.S. Special thanks to my editor Goldenpuppies at heart for editing this chappie and all the rest! U rock!
Spike retired to his coffin; the sun was coming up and he was beyond tired. His eyes ached, but nothing he couldn't handle. Pulling out this picture of Buffy that he had in his pocket, he found it was torn and worn. The edges were ripped and there was a visible crease in the middle of the photograph where it had been opened and folded again and again.
Buffy would be at his crypt to collect him for patrol in about ten hours. Plenty of time of to heal the small bruise.
With that he slept uneasily, Buffy's picture clutched to his un-beating heart.
***
"Finally, off from work at last!" Buffy thought, jumping into her car and pulling out of the parking lot at break neck speed. As she drove down the highway she wondered what was the matter with Spike (this sentence doesn't exactly make sense, but I can't think of a way to fix it without changing the wording). He seemed so... odd. Like his mind was in a totally different universe. And that bruise... Maybe it was just the vamps he had fought; it's just that vampires don't bruise that easily.
She could ask him tonight, no big. She hoped.
***
Spike heard his crypt door open. "She's a little early isn't she?" He thought, pushing open the lip to his coffin.
The door was opened and the last bit of sunrays swept in to reveal a small parcel at his door.
Raising his eyebrow, he jumped out of the coffin and peered cautiously at the package. Using a knobbed stick, he poked at the package then pulled it in towards him and shut the door.
Sitting down, he opened the small package, and sighed as he read the scrawled handwriting that was signed in blood.
"Go Away traitor." It read hatefully.
Tearing the paper into pieces, he threw it in the corner.
It was never easy.
***
Spike had stayed awake the rest of the two hours. Nothing was really on TV, so he just watched reruns and MTV. Finally, Buffy waked in, like she owned the bloody (this makes more sense here) place.
"Hello luv. Come on in." He commented, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Thanks I will. Ready for a little slayage?" She asked, raising her stake in the air.
"Sure," He smiled. "Why not?"
Picking up a stake of his own, which he concealed behind the TV set, he walked out, locking his door behind him.
"Uh, Spike?" Buffy asked, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.
"What?"
"Did you just lock the door to your crypt?" She asked, pointing to the door.
"Yeah. Why? Can't a man lock his door everyone once in a while?" He asked snippily, raising his arms up into the air.
Buffy raised her hand in a truce, not really wanting to get in a fight with Spike today. She was NOT in the mood.
Walking in the dark through the cemetery may seem very creepy to most people, but to Spike and Buffy it was like a walk through the park.
In fact, Spike lived in the cemetery, and Buffy walked there many days just for the relaxation it brought her, walking there was a normal thing to do.
"You know I've just thought of something, we walk through the cemetery for fun. Doesn't that seem just a little odd to you?" Buffy asked out of the blue.
Spike looked up from the ground. "'Naw, not really. Perfectly normal to me."
"Never mind, should've know not to ask a vampire," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. Spike just shrugged.
"Just telling you the truth love." Buffy turned around sharply.
"Will you please stop calling me love, or pet? I have a name. Slayer or Buffy. Pick one! On second thought, just Buffy!"She exclaimed. She could see the hurt in Spike's eyes but his facial expression showed nothing.
"Well sorry! Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"I did not!" She cried. She spun around just in time to see a hand groping out of the ground.
Sighing and pulling it out of its grave, she quickly dusted it.
"And what's your problem anyway? You seemed kinda.I dunno.weird this morning?"
Spike raised his eyebrow quizzically.
She rolled her eyes and added, "I meant more than usual."
"Nothing pe- I mean.Buffy. Just ready to get back to the routine is all."
Buffy shrugged. "Fine. Whatever you say."
***
TBC Liked it? Loved it? I know not very angsty but will get there in the next chapter. Spuffy right? Tell me pretty please!
Replies:
Goldenpuppies at heart: Thanks so much for the review! I just might take you up on your offer for an editor! Thanks bunches you rock! Catalfa: Thanks! Hope you liked! everlyn: Thanks for the review! Hope you liked! *smiles*
Disclaimer: I don't own. Joss and Mutant Enemy own. I don't own MTV.
P.S. Special thanks to my editor Goldenpuppies at heart for editing this chappie and all the rest! U rock!
Spike retired to his coffin; the sun was coming up and he was beyond tired. His eyes ached, but nothing he couldn't handle. Pulling out this picture of Buffy that he had in his pocket, he found it was torn and worn. The edges were ripped and there was a visible crease in the middle of the photograph where it had been opened and folded again and again.
Buffy would be at his crypt to collect him for patrol in about ten hours. Plenty of time of to heal the small bruise.
With that he slept uneasily, Buffy's picture clutched to his un-beating heart.
***
"Finally, off from work at last!" Buffy thought, jumping into her car and pulling out of the parking lot at break neck speed. As she drove down the highway she wondered what was the matter with Spike (this sentence doesn't exactly make sense, but I can't think of a way to fix it without changing the wording). He seemed so... odd. Like his mind was in a totally different universe. And that bruise... Maybe it was just the vamps he had fought; it's just that vampires don't bruise that easily.
She could ask him tonight, no big. She hoped.
***
Spike heard his crypt door open. "She's a little early isn't she?" He thought, pushing open the lip to his coffin.
The door was opened and the last bit of sunrays swept in to reveal a small parcel at his door.
Raising his eyebrow, he jumped out of the coffin and peered cautiously at the package. Using a knobbed stick, he poked at the package then pulled it in towards him and shut the door.
Sitting down, he opened the small package, and sighed as he read the scrawled handwriting that was signed in blood.
"Go Away traitor." It read hatefully.
Tearing the paper into pieces, he threw it in the corner.
It was never easy.
***
Spike had stayed awake the rest of the two hours. Nothing was really on TV, so he just watched reruns and MTV. Finally, Buffy waked in, like she owned the bloody (this makes more sense here) place.
"Hello luv. Come on in." He commented, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Thanks I will. Ready for a little slayage?" She asked, raising her stake in the air.
"Sure," He smiled. "Why not?"
Picking up a stake of his own, which he concealed behind the TV set, he walked out, locking his door behind him.
"Uh, Spike?" Buffy asked, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.
"What?"
"Did you just lock the door to your crypt?" She asked, pointing to the door.
"Yeah. Why? Can't a man lock his door everyone once in a while?" He asked snippily, raising his arms up into the air.
Buffy raised her hand in a truce, not really wanting to get in a fight with Spike today. She was NOT in the mood.
Walking in the dark through the cemetery may seem very creepy to most people, but to Spike and Buffy it was like a walk through the park.
In fact, Spike lived in the cemetery, and Buffy walked there many days just for the relaxation it brought her, walking there was a normal thing to do.
"You know I've just thought of something, we walk through the cemetery for fun. Doesn't that seem just a little odd to you?" Buffy asked out of the blue.
Spike looked up from the ground. "'Naw, not really. Perfectly normal to me."
"Never mind, should've know not to ask a vampire," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. Spike just shrugged.
"Just telling you the truth love." Buffy turned around sharply.
"Will you please stop calling me love, or pet? I have a name. Slayer or Buffy. Pick one! On second thought, just Buffy!"She exclaimed. She could see the hurt in Spike's eyes but his facial expression showed nothing.
"Well sorry! Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"I did not!" She cried. She spun around just in time to see a hand groping out of the ground.
Sighing and pulling it out of its grave, she quickly dusted it.
"And what's your problem anyway? You seemed kinda.I dunno.weird this morning?"
Spike raised his eyebrow quizzically.
She rolled her eyes and added, "I meant more than usual."
"Nothing pe- I mean.Buffy. Just ready to get back to the routine is all."
Buffy shrugged. "Fine. Whatever you say."
***
TBC Liked it? Loved it? I know not very angsty but will get there in the next chapter. Spuffy right? Tell me pretty please!
Replies:
Goldenpuppies at heart: Thanks so much for the review! I just might take you up on your offer for an editor! Thanks bunches you rock! Catalfa: Thanks! Hope you liked! everlyn: Thanks for the review! Hope you liked! *smiles*