Disclaimer: some of the characters u recognize sadly don't belong to me.
I'm planning on ::cough:: bribing Joss Wheddon (writer, creator, etc. of
Buffy and Angel) or...well there are other ways to convince him. :: Evil
Grin::
Time period: we travel all over and sometimes slightly alter the epi(s)
Summery: Buffy verse during a party we're having. Okay, the summery sucks but the story is cool. Warning: much angel, riley...etc bashing. Lol. Enjoy
We grin.
"Oh, doomed!" I say with a smile.
Fer nods.
"I'm Spike." I say.
"Na ah."
"Ya ha. You were Spike before."
"Fine." Fer grumbles.
Me: "Good bye, Dru. See you in hell."
Fer: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Bloody rot. Can't a person knock?"
Fer: "What were you doing?"
"You were trying to stake yourself!"
Me: "Fag off! - It's no concern of yours." Fer: "Is, too. For one thing that's my shirt you're about to dust. For another, we've shared a lot here. You should have trusted me enough to do
it for you."
Me: "Xander!"
Fer: "What? He wants to die I want to help.
It's ooky. We know him, we can't just let him poof himself!" Me: "Oh, but you can. You know I'd drain you drier than the Sahara if I
had half a chance. And besides, I'm beyond pathetic. Stuck in this basement washing skivvies for a blighter I wouldn't have bothered to bite a
few months ago."
Fer: "Hey!"
Me: "I mean, am I even remotely scary anymore? Tell me the truth."
I curl my hands and lean forward...grr.
Fer: "Well, the shirt is kinda – not very threatening – and the short pants, but you know it could also be because I know you can't bite, which I
guess isn't really what you need to hear right now, is it?"
Me: "Stop, please, just clear out." Fer: "Fine. But you break anything else while we're gone and you'll be
sleeping in the garage, buster." "We can't leave him here like this! We'll have to take him with us to the
museum." Me: "Oh, you go on. I won't do anything. I feel better now. Promise." Fer: "Think of the happy. If we don't find what we're looking for, we face
an apocalypse."
Me: "Really? You're not just saying that?"
More laughing.
"ooh... What's this? Sitting around watching the telly while there's evil
still a foot. That's not very industrious of you."
I grin and cut in, "I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass!" Both of us: "What, can't go without your Buffy, is that it? Too chicken? Let's find her! She is the Chosen One after all. – Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them. For justice - and for - the safety
of puppies – and Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! - Let's
kill something! Oh, come on!"
Even more laughing. Bri wanting to say something says her favorite line, "Spike you're the big
bad."
We laugh some more.
Stef: "So, does the monkey say, I mock you with my monkey pants." "I can't take all this mamby pamby, boo-hooing, about the bloody Indians. You won, all right? You came in, and you killed them, and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did, and he's not going around saying I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it. The history of the world is not people making friends. You had better weapons
and you massacred them. End of story." I quote.
We start to whisper among ourselves. Spike's vampire hearing enables him to hear what we were planning. A small grin plays across his face and I smile
back.
Bri and Val stand up while Stef sits with a pout on her face.
I jump up.
"Wait!" I grab Aggie's bag and take out some gel. I walk over to Briana and while laughing hysterically put the gel on. When I walked away. Her bangs were
sticking up in the air.
Val walks over to Bri and they act out as Fer and I narrate.
"How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad hunk of a night thing?" Me: "No need little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me,
now I'm just a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth."
Val moves to touch Bri's hair.
"No, not the hair, never the hair."
Bri takes a step back and defensively puts up one hand to stop her.
Fer: "But there must be some way I can show my appreciation."
"No, helping those in need is my job. And working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough."
Fer: "I understand. I have a nephew who is gay so..." Me: "Say no more, Evil's still afoot and I'm almost out of that Nancy boy
hair gel I like so much. Quickly, to the angel-moblie away..."
We burst into a fit of giggles. Xander, Faith, and Spike, are all doubled
over laughing. Willow is snickering but stops when Buffy glares at her.
Giles was quietly laughing while cleaning his glasses.
Dawn was grinning like a madman. (Emphasis on man.)
Stef turns around and picks up Angel season 1. She takes out a disc and
puts it on.
Before I realize it we were watching the final scene of "Hero."
The laughing and snickers from my friends and I ceased immediately.
Doyle: "What does that thing do?"
Angel: "Its light kills anything with human blood." Doyle: "Well, it's getting brighter and that doohickey - it's fully armed,
isn't it?" Angel: "Almost. If I pull the cable, I think I can still shut it off."
Doyle: "How're you gonna do that without touching the light?"
Cordy: "Angel, that's suicide."
Doyle: "There's got to be another way."
Angel looks at the demons in the hold then at Cordy: "It's all right."
Cordy: "No!"
Angel puts a hand on Doyle's shoulder. Doyle puts his hand on Angel's arm: "The good fight, yeah? - You never
know until you've been tested. - I get that now."
Time period: we travel all over and sometimes slightly alter the epi(s)
Summery: Buffy verse during a party we're having. Okay, the summery sucks but the story is cool. Warning: much angel, riley...etc bashing. Lol. Enjoy
We grin.
"Oh, doomed!" I say with a smile.
Fer nods.
"I'm Spike." I say.
"Na ah."
"Ya ha. You were Spike before."
"Fine." Fer grumbles.
Me: "Good bye, Dru. See you in hell."
Fer: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Bloody rot. Can't a person knock?"
Fer: "What were you doing?"
"You were trying to stake yourself!"
Me: "Fag off! - It's no concern of yours." Fer: "Is, too. For one thing that's my shirt you're about to dust. For another, we've shared a lot here. You should have trusted me enough to do
it for you."
Me: "Xander!"
Fer: "What? He wants to die I want to help.
It's ooky. We know him, we can't just let him poof himself!" Me: "Oh, but you can. You know I'd drain you drier than the Sahara if I
had half a chance. And besides, I'm beyond pathetic. Stuck in this basement washing skivvies for a blighter I wouldn't have bothered to bite a
few months ago."
Fer: "Hey!"
Me: "I mean, am I even remotely scary anymore? Tell me the truth."
I curl my hands and lean forward...grr.
Fer: "Well, the shirt is kinda – not very threatening – and the short pants, but you know it could also be because I know you can't bite, which I
guess isn't really what you need to hear right now, is it?"
Me: "Stop, please, just clear out." Fer: "Fine. But you break anything else while we're gone and you'll be
sleeping in the garage, buster." "We can't leave him here like this! We'll have to take him with us to the
museum." Me: "Oh, you go on. I won't do anything. I feel better now. Promise." Fer: "Think of the happy. If we don't find what we're looking for, we face
an apocalypse."
Me: "Really? You're not just saying that?"
More laughing.
"ooh... What's this? Sitting around watching the telly while there's evil
still a foot. That's not very industrious of you."
I grin and cut in, "I say we go out there and kick a little demon ass!" Both of us: "What, can't go without your Buffy, is that it? Too chicken? Let's find her! She is the Chosen One after all. – Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them. For justice - and for - the safety
of puppies – and Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! - Let's
kill something! Oh, come on!"
Even more laughing. Bri wanting to say something says her favorite line, "Spike you're the big
bad."
We laugh some more.
Stef: "So, does the monkey say, I mock you with my monkey pants." "I can't take all this mamby pamby, boo-hooing, about the bloody Indians. You won, all right? You came in, and you killed them, and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did, and he's not going around saying I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it. The history of the world is not people making friends. You had better weapons
and you massacred them. End of story." I quote.
We start to whisper among ourselves. Spike's vampire hearing enables him to hear what we were planning. A small grin plays across his face and I smile
back.
Bri and Val stand up while Stef sits with a pout on her face.
I jump up.
"Wait!" I grab Aggie's bag and take out some gel. I walk over to Briana and while laughing hysterically put the gel on. When I walked away. Her bangs were
sticking up in the air.
Val walks over to Bri and they act out as Fer and I narrate.
"How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad hunk of a night thing?" Me: "No need little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me,
now I'm just a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth."
Val moves to touch Bri's hair.
"No, not the hair, never the hair."
Bri takes a step back and defensively puts up one hand to stop her.
Fer: "But there must be some way I can show my appreciation."
"No, helping those in need is my job. And working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough."
Fer: "I understand. I have a nephew who is gay so..." Me: "Say no more, Evil's still afoot and I'm almost out of that Nancy boy
hair gel I like so much. Quickly, to the angel-moblie away..."
We burst into a fit of giggles. Xander, Faith, and Spike, are all doubled
over laughing. Willow is snickering but stops when Buffy glares at her.
Giles was quietly laughing while cleaning his glasses.
Dawn was grinning like a madman. (Emphasis on man.)
Stef turns around and picks up Angel season 1. She takes out a disc and
puts it on.
Before I realize it we were watching the final scene of "Hero."
The laughing and snickers from my friends and I ceased immediately.
Doyle: "What does that thing do?"
Angel: "Its light kills anything with human blood." Doyle: "Well, it's getting brighter and that doohickey - it's fully armed,
isn't it?" Angel: "Almost. If I pull the cable, I think I can still shut it off."
Doyle: "How're you gonna do that without touching the light?"
Cordy: "Angel, that's suicide."
Doyle: "There's got to be another way."
Angel looks at the demons in the hold then at Cordy: "It's all right."
Cordy: "No!"
Angel puts a hand on Doyle's shoulder. Doyle puts his hand on Angel's arm: "The good fight, yeah? - You never
know until you've been tested. - I get that now."