Title: The Christmas Chaos

Chapter: 1

RATING: T

Author(s): Jo Soulliere & Graphospasm

Webpage: N/A

Content/Pairing: Not sure of the pairings, if any as of yet, other than that of Willow/Tara ...

Disclaimer: We own none of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Characters or places. Most likely, We don't own anything else in this story either... only the creativity to come up with a new story... All the Buffy stuff belongs to Joss Whedon. Give him the Credit.

Author's Note: Okay, this should have been posted like.. a month ago... I'm a bit slow getting it posted... heh.. sorry .. Hope you enjoy it all the same. Graphospasm and myself are doing a round-robin on writing it, so.. Read.. Review... Enjoy. :)

Newest Chapter(s) Added: First chapter

Chapter(s) Last Added: Jan. 11, '06

Spike was sitting alone in his crypt, nothing to light the small, dark chamber except a few candles and the Tv that he was now watching. The only indication that Christmas would soon arrive was the movie that only managed to partially keep his attention. A Christmas Story.

Today was December 24th. Christmas Eve. 'Ah, so what. Christmas is no big deal to me. I used to enjoy Christmas... But that was another me... another life.' Spike thought.

It was just past sunset and the creatures of the night were free to run the streets of Sunnydale as they pleased. Both the demons and Slayers. 'Slayers... The slayer... Buffy.' He thought to himself. 'She'll probably be out for a patrol tonight, before the holiday festivities begin. Bloody predictable of her. Maybe I'll go find her, have myself a bit of fun.' His attention was now brought back to the movie playing before him. He scowled.

"A load of crap that is." He said aloud, flicking off the tele as he stood up, and headed for the door, grabbing his long leather trench coat on the way.

Spike reached the door of his crypt pulling it open without much thought, as he always did. "What the bloody hell! What's going on?" he yelled as a balled up hand hit him in the face, before he had time to realise what was going on. It wasn't quite hard enough to be a punch. "Someone's gonna get a right lashing for that!"

"Oh, no... Spike. I'm um... sorry." Spike heard a familiar voice that sounded both apologetic and terrified.

'Clem' Spike thought. 'Should have known.'

"Sorry. I was just getting ready to knock. I didn't mean to... You know," Clem raised his hand and made a knocking motion in the air. "Knock on you. I was trying..." He stammered. "Um, you know, I brought chips!" he said finally trying to change the subject as he held up a bag of Doritos in his other hand. He gave what was supposed to be an apologetic smile, but turned out looking like more of a grimace instead.

Spike Scowled with his eyebrow raised. Looking at the saggy skinned, floppy eared demon, Spike sighed and stepped aside. "Might as well come in. Just watch what you're doing next time." Spike couldn't stay made at him. He was after all, pretty much the only demon left that would talk to him. The only one he could consider a friend.

Spike took his coat off, replacing it to it's spot on the chair near the door. "So..." Clem started. "I thought I'd come over for a holiday visit. See how you've been."

Spike looked at him for a moment. "You do get that we aren't usually the sort to celebrate Christmas..." He said. "You know, it being about the birth of Christ and all that's good and holy."

"Oh, right... Us being demons and all. But, you know, I thought it might be fun. Just because we're demons and supposed to be evil doesn't mean that we should be excluded from all the fun things going on around us..." He made a face. "And who really wants to be evil anyway?"

"Well, I bloody well do, for one. But... This soddin' chip... you know the story." Spike said.

"Well, the Slayer. I just figure it's better to be on her good side. Rather than the opposite... Which would lead to, you know... death." He looked at Spike. "And... I brought a gift."

"Oh, well, in that case... feel free to be festive. Just, Don't start singing those bloody carols and all that. Else I'll have to throw you out by that floppy ear of yours."

Clem smiled and held out a small crudely wrapped package. "Sorry it doesn't look better..." He said holding up his hand. "But these aren't exactly made for wrapping gifts."

Spike chuckled with a smirk forming on his lips. "No, mate. I'd say they weren't." Spike took the gift and sat it on a table. "Well, might as well make yourself at home. Watch the tele or something." Spike sat down in his chair, turning the tv back on, catching what was left of A Christmas Story.

"Oh, I like this show." Clem said settling himself on the sofa. "I was hoping to catch it this year."

Spike shook his head. "I don't know why. It's the worst bloody show I've ever seen."