Sorry I didn't post earlier. I was out Friday night and therefore ill yesterday. Vodka bad.
Thankyou to all my reviewy people: flyersfan3588, Ksue, redrider6612, rocks and glass, Breathe in Butterfly, iamacullen/cullenlover/whatever (lol), BlackbAngel and michebabyblue. Just to say specifically to BlackbAngel that I have gone back and removed the hideous continuity error, and that rocks and glass is completely right – eep I didn't even realise it 'til now. I'll try to make Angel less prop-ish.
You guys, I dunno what I'd do without you.
I can't write in Doyle's accent, because I'd just make it look retarded, so use your imagination with each line. It works for me.
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There were three days to go until Cordy and Doyle's wedding. Other than the simple 'what am I going to wear?' and 'I'm going to have to see them again' worries, it seemed that everyone was having their own concerns.
Xander was now so anxious about his relationship with Anya that he went to Doyle for advice.
"I'm sleeping with a girl – who I like – but I haven't told my friends. Is this wrong?" Xander was actually surprised that he managed to put it so bluntly, and Doyle looked taken aback for a moment.
"Well, yeah, I guess," was the reply. Xander didn't know if he would have been happy whatever Doyle had said. "If you like her, there's no reason why your friends shouldn't know – they're all paired off." Xander could see the point, and he knew deep down that telling his friends was the right thing to do.
"Thanks," he said to Doyle eventually. "I didn't really think I could talk to any of them about it." Doyle nodded and laughed slightly.
"Sometimes you need to tell things to someone you hardly know – it makes it easier." There was a pause as Xander mulled this over.
"This is a really girly conversation," he finalised.
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Spike snuck into Angel's – and Buffy's too he supposed, she basically lived here now – mansion when they were out patrolling. He found the fridge pretty quickly, and thought he'd steal a couple of packets of pig's blood. The stuff was disgusting, but it was pretty much all he could drink now. He could buy human blood, but it was expensive. He was used to free, fun meals. He crept out almost silently, the packets of blood hidden under his coat, and walked slap bang into the ugliest-looking demon he'd ever seen. Out of habit, he punched it in what could have been a face, and it jerked back, making a noise somewhere between a slurp and a growl. He prepared himself for blinding head pain – but none came. I can hit demons! The realisation hit him like a lightning bolt, and he drew his fist back to punch the thing again. The demon's head was lopped clean off its body, and the momentum of the (rather over-enthusiastic) punch sent Spike sprawling across the floor.
"Hey," said Buffy, pointing, "that's our blood!" Spike looked down. Sure enough, the packets had slipped out of his jacket. Crap. He got ready to push himself to his feet, but was yanked up instead by Angel.
"How could you hit that demon?" Angel demanded. Spike snorted.
"Well, you sliced its head off, didn't think I was making some kind of moral mistake. So sorry." He knew that a sarcastic reply probably wasn't the best idea, but greeted Angel's punch-in-the-face with a punch of his own. "I can hit demons," he confirmed, both for them and for himself. He was surprised to be tackled by Buffy, who managed to hit him with such force that the two of them flew across the courtyard.
He recovered quickly, and pushed the tiny blonde away. She was astonishingly strong for someone so small. Angel walked over, rubbing his jaw.
"You were probably meant as some sort of experiment," he began, surveying Spike with a look of mild annoyance. Well duh, thought Spike, but the throbbing in his cheek told him not to say anything.
"Or a weapon," continued Buffy. She hadn't been hurt at all by crashing across the courtyard.
"A tool for killing other demons," Angel picked up as Buffy mused to herself. "They might have wanted to use you, to help them." He snorted. "Because that would have worked so well." Spike pulled himself to his feet.
"Right. I'm going, before you can think up any more great theories to finish each other's sentences with." He sauntered off, his coat billowing behind him. He'd managed to keep one packet of blood hidden, which was all that was stopping him from turning around and beating Angel's face to a pulp.
"See you at the wedding!" Buffy called after him, as he disappeared with a hint of a smirk on his face.
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Buffy didn't seem at all worried about Spike's new discovery, and this unnerved Angel slightly. He wondered if Spike would try to hurt her now – so much had changed since he'd first met Spike, and he knew the peroxide-blonde vampire could be unpredictable. He supposed he shouldn't worry for now – he and Buffy could win against Spike easily, and none of the Scoobies were in danger from him.
He continued to worry about Buffy though. She seemed comfortable enough, but some part of him still felt uneasy with her. Getting married seemed so human – and they weren't human, they never would be. He still had trouble remembering that Buffy was a vampire now. Seeing her walk in the sun, and smile and laugh, that seemed normal. That seemed as though it was meant to be that way. It was at night, when she prowled through the graveyards with yellow eyes, and grinned her sharp new smile after the kill. The blood and the teeth seemed unnatural still.
He supposed that he would come to accept it in time – after all, the first evil had hinted that he would do this. Some part of him had always known that it had to happen at some point. Better now, better earlier. She had what girls her age would kill to have – and more, with the Gem of Amara. She was lucky. And he was lucky to have her, and his soul permanent.
He glanced sideways at her, completely oblivious to his thoughts. She was beautiful, and perfect, and his. And they were alike now, he remembered. He had so much to teach her, and eternity to teach it in. maybe this wasn't so bad, he had a lot to be happy about.
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Not the best one ever, but it fills the time. Only two chapters to go, guys! Next time… wedding number one! Will there be chaos? Hell yes!
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