Chapter Four - Enter Spike
"I don't suppose we couldn't just use a spell on him?" Buffy asked
"Oh, no! We don't want him doing anything against his will." Tara said, looking at Buffy insistantly. Buffy let out a dramatic sigh, pulled out a wooden stake, and threw it over her shoulder. They all heard a faint 'plop' then something bursting to ashes.
"So, then what's the plan?" Buffy asked, acting like nothing had happened.
"We need to get Anya out of the way, first." Willow told them. The other two women nodded. They continued their walking, the moon full and cascading onto the tombstones around them.
"That's not going to be easy, she's obsessed with him." Buffy replied.
"I know..." Willow shook her head. "And the sad part is Xander has slept with her. Anya's details are a bit too realistic for it not to be true. She's attatched."
"What if we bring in another love interest for her?" Tara suggested. The other two grinned at the idea.
"The question is, who can we find who's crazy enough to tolerate her?" Buffy asked, resulting in the three girls standing in a circle looking thoughtful.
***
"Come on! It's not like I'm asking you to sleep with her, God forbid!" Buffy exclaimed.
"No way in bloody Hell!" The Biritsh vampire growled.
"Please, Spike?" Buffy begged. "I haven't slayed you since we met, don't you think you owe me a little something?"
"Owe you?" Spike looked at her like she had grown another head. "I owe you for not killing me? You've lost your marbles, you have."
"Spike-"
"No!"
"Please?"
"Never!"
"Fine, that's it." Buffy crossed her arms and glared at the vampire. He didn't look at her a moment, then slowly glanced over, immediately groaning.
"Don't do that puppy face!" Spike complained. He sighed heavily and slumped against the concrete wall. "This is a stupid idea. She's not going to go for it. She's posessed by that whelp."
"Yeah, but Xander isn't for her. We need her out of the way so we can get him together with Ron!" Buffy said, bouncing slightly in her excitement. Spike simply stared at her. "Come on, Spike! Please?"
"You mean Xander's gay?" He asked. Buffy looks away, biting her lip. "Oi, since when?"
"Well... We don't know if he's gay or not..." Buffy mumbled.
"He better not be!" Spike replied. "I shared a room with him you know. I don't like the idea of him looking at my bits."
"Trust me Spike. Xander did not look at your bits." Buffy made a sour face. "Why would he want to?"
"Hey now!"
"Just do me this favor? Please, Spike?" Buffy asked, ignoring his angry face.
"I have a proposition for you, pet." Spike told her, getting an evil glint in his eyes. "I will seduce Anya and make her fall in love with me.... If you let every demon you see know that I am still the Big Bad around here. It seems hanging out with your crowd has put a damper on my reputation."
"Yea, whatever." Buffy rolled her eyes and headed for the door. "Be at The Magic Box after sundown. We'll set up the rest."
***
"Have a nice day, and thank you for giving me money!" Anya called to the last costumer of the night. She grinned happily at Giles, who simply pulled off his glasses and commenced cleaning them. Shrugging, Anya went back to counting the register.
"Giles." A voice hissed. The former Watcher looked up and raised an eyebrow at the three girls waving him into the backroom. He went over to them, albiet reluctantly. He didn't trust Anya with all that money. He entered the back training room and looked at the two witches and slayer in question.
"We need you to leave." Willow said bluntly. The other two nodded in agreement.
"Why?" Giles asked. They didn't listen and Buffy began pushing him towards the back door. "What's going on?"
"Please, Giles! We can't let you ruin the plan!" Buffy insisted.
"Plan?" Giles held his ground and glared at the three. "Your not still trying to get Xander together with that Ron fellow are you?"
"No, not tonight." Willow replied.
"Then wha-"
"Tonight we work on Spike and Anya!" Willow grinned. Giles stared at the red head. "What?"
"Spike and Anya?" Giles attempted to take off his glasses again, but Buffy began pushing him once more.
"Come on, Giles!" Buffy groaned. She kept pushing, shocked that he was able to resist her strength this much. Finally they got him to the opened door, tossed him his briefcase, and slammed the door shut in his face. Just in time for a bleach blonde man to enter the room.
"'Lo, Ladies." Spike grumbled. He obviously wasn't in a very good mood by the looks of it. Willow and Buffy rushed over to him and began adjusting his duster. "Oi! Gerrof!"
"Calm down, Spike." Tara told him, standing behind her lover and friend. "They are just trying to make you look presentable."
"I'll tell you I look plenty presentable. Now let me get in there and get this over with." Spike growled, pushing his way past the two women. He quickly entered the main area of the Magic Box, leaving the three women to peek through the doorway. He shot them a glare before striding up to the counter and leaning against it.
"Spike!" Anya greeted. She grinned at him a moment, then frowned. "What do you want? This is my money!"
"I don't want your money, pet." Spike said in his most seductive voice.
"Really?" Anya shifted, giving Spike an odd look. Spike grinned and looked her up and down.
"Oh, yeah. But I wouldn't mind having something else." He said. Anya blinked, then suddenly grinned.
"What, like sex?" She chirped. "I like sex."
"Don't we all?"
"Oh, yes." She sighed wistfully. "Sex with Xander is fun."
"Too bad." Spike murmered. Anya eyed him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I heard that the Harris boy was taking it up the ass now, if you get my drift." Spike explained, completely ignoring the frantic hissing of Buffy in the background, who was trying to get him to shut up. "Too bad, love."
"What? No, I mean..." Anya's lip quivered. "But he loves me. We have amazing sex together."
"Well, they say sex isn't everything." Spike replied calmly.
"Like hell it isn't!" Anya suddenly exclaimed. She raised her chin defiantly. "Well, if he can go and dump me for some slut, then I can do the same with him!" Anya raised an eyebrow at Spike, then proceeded to slink around the counter and slide her arm into his. "Say, care for a nice midnight walk?"
"Are you insinuating I'm a slut?" Spike asked.
"Yes."
"Okay." Was Spike's reply. Buffy, Willow, and Tara watched in shock as the couple left the Magic Box via the front door.
"What the hell was that?" Buffy asked bluntly. "He was suppose to seduce her and make her fall in love with him!"
"Considering this is Anya we are dealing with..." Willow started.
"I think he went the right track: blunt and all about sex." Tara finished.
"I don't suppose we couldn't just use a spell on him?" Buffy asked
"Oh, no! We don't want him doing anything against his will." Tara said, looking at Buffy insistantly. Buffy let out a dramatic sigh, pulled out a wooden stake, and threw it over her shoulder. They all heard a faint 'plop' then something bursting to ashes.
"So, then what's the plan?" Buffy asked, acting like nothing had happened.
"We need to get Anya out of the way, first." Willow told them. The other two women nodded. They continued their walking, the moon full and cascading onto the tombstones around them.
"That's not going to be easy, she's obsessed with him." Buffy replied.
"I know..." Willow shook her head. "And the sad part is Xander has slept with her. Anya's details are a bit too realistic for it not to be true. She's attatched."
"What if we bring in another love interest for her?" Tara suggested. The other two grinned at the idea.
"The question is, who can we find who's crazy enough to tolerate her?" Buffy asked, resulting in the three girls standing in a circle looking thoughtful.
***
"Come on! It's not like I'm asking you to sleep with her, God forbid!" Buffy exclaimed.
"No way in bloody Hell!" The Biritsh vampire growled.
"Please, Spike?" Buffy begged. "I haven't slayed you since we met, don't you think you owe me a little something?"
"Owe you?" Spike looked at her like she had grown another head. "I owe you for not killing me? You've lost your marbles, you have."
"Spike-"
"No!"
"Please?"
"Never!"
"Fine, that's it." Buffy crossed her arms and glared at the vampire. He didn't look at her a moment, then slowly glanced over, immediately groaning.
"Don't do that puppy face!" Spike complained. He sighed heavily and slumped against the concrete wall. "This is a stupid idea. She's not going to go for it. She's posessed by that whelp."
"Yeah, but Xander isn't for her. We need her out of the way so we can get him together with Ron!" Buffy said, bouncing slightly in her excitement. Spike simply stared at her. "Come on, Spike! Please?"
"You mean Xander's gay?" He asked. Buffy looks away, biting her lip. "Oi, since when?"
"Well... We don't know if he's gay or not..." Buffy mumbled.
"He better not be!" Spike replied. "I shared a room with him you know. I don't like the idea of him looking at my bits."
"Trust me Spike. Xander did not look at your bits." Buffy made a sour face. "Why would he want to?"
"Hey now!"
"Just do me this favor? Please, Spike?" Buffy asked, ignoring his angry face.
"I have a proposition for you, pet." Spike told her, getting an evil glint in his eyes. "I will seduce Anya and make her fall in love with me.... If you let every demon you see know that I am still the Big Bad around here. It seems hanging out with your crowd has put a damper on my reputation."
"Yea, whatever." Buffy rolled her eyes and headed for the door. "Be at The Magic Box after sundown. We'll set up the rest."
***
"Have a nice day, and thank you for giving me money!" Anya called to the last costumer of the night. She grinned happily at Giles, who simply pulled off his glasses and commenced cleaning them. Shrugging, Anya went back to counting the register.
"Giles." A voice hissed. The former Watcher looked up and raised an eyebrow at the three girls waving him into the backroom. He went over to them, albiet reluctantly. He didn't trust Anya with all that money. He entered the back training room and looked at the two witches and slayer in question.
"We need you to leave." Willow said bluntly. The other two nodded in agreement.
"Why?" Giles asked. They didn't listen and Buffy began pushing him towards the back door. "What's going on?"
"Please, Giles! We can't let you ruin the plan!" Buffy insisted.
"Plan?" Giles held his ground and glared at the three. "Your not still trying to get Xander together with that Ron fellow are you?"
"No, not tonight." Willow replied.
"Then wha-"
"Tonight we work on Spike and Anya!" Willow grinned. Giles stared at the red head. "What?"
"Spike and Anya?" Giles attempted to take off his glasses again, but Buffy began pushing him once more.
"Come on, Giles!" Buffy groaned. She kept pushing, shocked that he was able to resist her strength this much. Finally they got him to the opened door, tossed him his briefcase, and slammed the door shut in his face. Just in time for a bleach blonde man to enter the room.
"'Lo, Ladies." Spike grumbled. He obviously wasn't in a very good mood by the looks of it. Willow and Buffy rushed over to him and began adjusting his duster. "Oi! Gerrof!"
"Calm down, Spike." Tara told him, standing behind her lover and friend. "They are just trying to make you look presentable."
"I'll tell you I look plenty presentable. Now let me get in there and get this over with." Spike growled, pushing his way past the two women. He quickly entered the main area of the Magic Box, leaving the three women to peek through the doorway. He shot them a glare before striding up to the counter and leaning against it.
"Spike!" Anya greeted. She grinned at him a moment, then frowned. "What do you want? This is my money!"
"I don't want your money, pet." Spike said in his most seductive voice.
"Really?" Anya shifted, giving Spike an odd look. Spike grinned and looked her up and down.
"Oh, yeah. But I wouldn't mind having something else." He said. Anya blinked, then suddenly grinned.
"What, like sex?" She chirped. "I like sex."
"Don't we all?"
"Oh, yes." She sighed wistfully. "Sex with Xander is fun."
"Too bad." Spike murmered. Anya eyed him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I heard that the Harris boy was taking it up the ass now, if you get my drift." Spike explained, completely ignoring the frantic hissing of Buffy in the background, who was trying to get him to shut up. "Too bad, love."
"What? No, I mean..." Anya's lip quivered. "But he loves me. We have amazing sex together."
"Well, they say sex isn't everything." Spike replied calmly.
"Like hell it isn't!" Anya suddenly exclaimed. She raised her chin defiantly. "Well, if he can go and dump me for some slut, then I can do the same with him!" Anya raised an eyebrow at Spike, then proceeded to slink around the counter and slide her arm into his. "Say, care for a nice midnight walk?"
"Are you insinuating I'm a slut?" Spike asked.
"Yes."
"Okay." Was Spike's reply. Buffy, Willow, and Tara watched in shock as the couple left the Magic Box via the front door.
"What the hell was that?" Buffy asked bluntly. "He was suppose to seduce her and make her fall in love with him!"
"Considering this is Anya we are dealing with..." Willow started.
"I think he went the right track: blunt and all about sex." Tara finished.