Chapter 18- Shopping for Humanity
The birds were chirping and the sun was shinning, not a cloud as far as the eye could see. So naturally, it was time to shop. Buffy jogged down the stairs, two or three at a time. The suburb she chose was suiting. Though boring, it was better than the crater hole that was now Sunnydale. The house was twice as big with a good sized, fenced in, back yard for training. She admired the pale salmon color of the walls and her superb decorating skills. The furniture, of course, were all Xander Harris originals. Spike groggily lagged behind, taking the steps slowly and one at a time. He yawned widely and hopped to the landing. Dawn and a few potentials were tearing through the kitchen in an attempt to uncover some food. Buffy interrupted the rush by saying,
"Drop the sissy yogurts girls. We're going shopping!"
Several excited screams were followed by a stampede of girls to the bathroom. Buffy picked up their mess, Dawn was the first from upstairs.
"So...mall?"
"Yep, I'm buying. Until we get obsessive."
Kennedy surfaced from the bathroom. She went to the kitchen window and was gazing outside. Spike was in a trance, watching Buffy lovingly. Kennedy raised the blinds saying,
"It's a beautiful day."
Spike, who was sitting at the breakfast table, leaped back hissing. Kennedy gasped and quickly closed them.
"Kennedy!!" Buffy yelled.
"No, Buffy. It's all right, I didn't sizzle."
Buffy cocked her head and kneeled next to him. She held his wrist and examined his arm. She was startled by a soft throbbing in his wrist. She ripped off his shirt and felt the left side of his chest—a heartbeat.
"Spike, come outside with me. I have something to show you."
"Alright, love. Let me get my blanket."
"No. You won't be needing it, trust me."
He nodded and went out the kitchen door, clutching her hand. He flinched as the sunlight washed over him. He noticed again, no sizzle. Buffy faced him and softly kissed his lips. The kiss made his heart pound, which startled him.
"Whoa..."
"Spike, your alive!"
A smile spread over his face and Buffy jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. All the excitement brought out Xander, Dawn, and a few potentials who produced the occasional wolf-whistle. Buffy couldn't let go of him. Spike stroked her hair, his fingertips lingering on the black stripe she had tried to dye out with no success. The scars had not faded and still lined the beautiful face he was now staring at. She squealed with happiness and he spun her around once, then set her down.
"I love you." She said.
"I love you too, more than you know." A pause, "Lets go
shopping!"
The birds were chirping and the sun was shinning, not a cloud as far as the eye could see. So naturally, it was time to shop. Buffy jogged down the stairs, two or three at a time. The suburb she chose was suiting. Though boring, it was better than the crater hole that was now Sunnydale. The house was twice as big with a good sized, fenced in, back yard for training. She admired the pale salmon color of the walls and her superb decorating skills. The furniture, of course, were all Xander Harris originals. Spike groggily lagged behind, taking the steps slowly and one at a time. He yawned widely and hopped to the landing. Dawn and a few potentials were tearing through the kitchen in an attempt to uncover some food. Buffy interrupted the rush by saying,
"Drop the sissy yogurts girls. We're going shopping!"
Several excited screams were followed by a stampede of girls to the bathroom. Buffy picked up their mess, Dawn was the first from upstairs.
"So...mall?"
"Yep, I'm buying. Until we get obsessive."
Kennedy surfaced from the bathroom. She went to the kitchen window and was gazing outside. Spike was in a trance, watching Buffy lovingly. Kennedy raised the blinds saying,
"It's a beautiful day."
Spike, who was sitting at the breakfast table, leaped back hissing. Kennedy gasped and quickly closed them.
"Kennedy!!" Buffy yelled.
"No, Buffy. It's all right, I didn't sizzle."
Buffy cocked her head and kneeled next to him. She held his wrist and examined his arm. She was startled by a soft throbbing in his wrist. She ripped off his shirt and felt the left side of his chest—a heartbeat.
"Spike, come outside with me. I have something to show you."
"Alright, love. Let me get my blanket."
"No. You won't be needing it, trust me."
He nodded and went out the kitchen door, clutching her hand. He flinched as the sunlight washed over him. He noticed again, no sizzle. Buffy faced him and softly kissed his lips. The kiss made his heart pound, which startled him.
"Whoa..."
"Spike, your alive!"
A smile spread over his face and Buffy jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. All the excitement brought out Xander, Dawn, and a few potentials who produced the occasional wolf-whistle. Buffy couldn't let go of him. Spike stroked her hair, his fingertips lingering on the black stripe she had tried to dye out with no success. The scars had not faded and still lined the beautiful face he was now staring at. She squealed with happiness and he spun her around once, then set her down.
"I love you." She said.
"I love you too, more than you know." A pause, "Lets go
shopping!"