DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss
Whedon and Mutant Enemy. They're the geniuses here. All I do is write
stories. I also apologize in advance if this FICTITIOUS story is similar to
anyone's personal experiences, either living or dead.
N/A: Yes, I do know that this is a very short chapter, but hey...I have a life outside of ff.net. Also, I'd like to directly thank cat-fire, raegirl29, DivaLuna, SinisterChic Heather Martin, Amanda, crookshanks87, nikki, and SkyHex for reviewing and giving me ideas. Please, feel free to give me even more criticism and/or compliments. (Preferably the latter ^.^)
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Loud thumps sounded from upstairs and muffled yells reverberated throughout the house.
The chandelier-type lamp that hung in the main hallway had begun to shake and it looked as if it was going to fall out of the ceiling.
Andrew looked up to the ceiling, an expression of amusement crossing his face. "I-It sounds like a little summin' summin' is going on upstairs."
He spoke to no one in particular as he took a sip of his water menacingly.
He had been trying to act "cool" for ages now, and the whole bad boy look seemed to be in, hence the menacing sip of the water.
"Chicka chicka boom boo–"
"Hey!" shouted Dawn from the dining room, "That's my sister you're talking about!"
Dawn giggled slightly, agreeing that was probably the situation at hand, but Andrew just cowered and sunk the couch.
Dawn shook her head, rubbing her eyes to remove the images of Spike and Buffy together from her mind.
She had always liked Spike, but Spike had always liked the slayer...her sister.
Xander crashed her train of thought as he came crashing through the doorway, a puzzled look on his face.
"Gadzooks! What the hell is that?!"
Dawn shrugged, knowing it would irk Xander if she told him what they thought was going on upstairs.
"Just a little sex,"
She smirked. She used to have a crush on Xander too, but he son became an older brother. It was always fun to tug his chain.
Xander's face began to grow hot as he felt the crimson shade start at his neck and slied up to his cheek bones.
"The Buffinator? Doing the midnight tango with a monster like him? Oh...wait a second..."
Suddenly a loud cry of anger rang from Buffy's room as they heard a door being kicked open, causing all of them to jump.
"Merciful Zeus!" Xander cried, turning to the stairs just as he saw a looming silhouette at the landing.
"Spike, no!" he heard Buffy shout and footsteps running to the stairs.
"Uhh, Spike?" Xander asked, scratching his head.
He could see nothing but a black figure of a man with clenched fists standing at the top of the stairs.
It was giving him the creeps.
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Spike stood at the top of the stairs, nostrils flaring as he watched Xander stand smugly at the bottom.
It was enough to have been told that Buffy had been seeing him seriously, exclusively...
...but it was another thing to have him stand smugly, watching the situation unfold as if he didn't know what was going on.
'I'm going to rip him to shreds...'
Spike thought. Just because he had a soul now didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the taste of fresh blood on his tongue every now and again.
He tried to think of something clever and witty to say, but all that escaped his lips was a growl.
He felt Buffy's small, but powerful hands grasp his arm.
It softened him momentarily, but just as soon as Xander had muttered his name, he only had one thing on his mind.
.Slaughter.
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N/A: Please, I would like to receive at least two reviews before posting up the next chapter. Of course, as I always say, one to none is enough as well. :)
N/A: Yes, I do know that this is a very short chapter, but hey...I have a life outside of ff.net. Also, I'd like to directly thank cat-fire, raegirl29, DivaLuna, SinisterChic Heather Martin, Amanda, crookshanks87, nikki, and SkyHex for reviewing and giving me ideas. Please, feel free to give me even more criticism and/or compliments. (Preferably the latter ^.^)
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Loud thumps sounded from upstairs and muffled yells reverberated throughout the house.
The chandelier-type lamp that hung in the main hallway had begun to shake and it looked as if it was going to fall out of the ceiling.
Andrew looked up to the ceiling, an expression of amusement crossing his face. "I-It sounds like a little summin' summin' is going on upstairs."
He spoke to no one in particular as he took a sip of his water menacingly.
He had been trying to act "cool" for ages now, and the whole bad boy look seemed to be in, hence the menacing sip of the water.
"Chicka chicka boom boo–"
"Hey!" shouted Dawn from the dining room, "That's my sister you're talking about!"
Dawn giggled slightly, agreeing that was probably the situation at hand, but Andrew just cowered and sunk the couch.
Dawn shook her head, rubbing her eyes to remove the images of Spike and Buffy together from her mind.
She had always liked Spike, but Spike had always liked the slayer...her sister.
Xander crashed her train of thought as he came crashing through the doorway, a puzzled look on his face.
"Gadzooks! What the hell is that?!"
Dawn shrugged, knowing it would irk Xander if she told him what they thought was going on upstairs.
"Just a little sex,"
She smirked. She used to have a crush on Xander too, but he son became an older brother. It was always fun to tug his chain.
Xander's face began to grow hot as he felt the crimson shade start at his neck and slied up to his cheek bones.
"The Buffinator? Doing the midnight tango with a monster like him? Oh...wait a second..."
Suddenly a loud cry of anger rang from Buffy's room as they heard a door being kicked open, causing all of them to jump.
"Merciful Zeus!" Xander cried, turning to the stairs just as he saw a looming silhouette at the landing.
"Spike, no!" he heard Buffy shout and footsteps running to the stairs.
"Uhh, Spike?" Xander asked, scratching his head.
He could see nothing but a black figure of a man with clenched fists standing at the top of the stairs.
It was giving him the creeps.
* * *
Spike stood at the top of the stairs, nostrils flaring as he watched Xander stand smugly at the bottom.
It was enough to have been told that Buffy had been seeing him seriously, exclusively...
...but it was another thing to have him stand smugly, watching the situation unfold as if he didn't know what was going on.
'I'm going to rip him to shreds...'
Spike thought. Just because he had a soul now didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the taste of fresh blood on his tongue every now and again.
He tried to think of something clever and witty to say, but all that escaped his lips was a growl.
He felt Buffy's small, but powerful hands grasp his arm.
It softened him momentarily, but just as soon as Xander had muttered his name, he only had one thing on his mind.
.Slaughter.
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N/A: Please, I would like to receive at least two reviews before posting up the next chapter. Of course, as I always say, one to none is enough as well. :)