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god, i hate valentine's day. it sucks so bad. and i'm gonna have to write a v-day special, too...
I'm out of inspiration, so i'm starting this new self-program, a drabble a day. every day, i have to write a drabble, even if it sucks. and i'll post them here for you. but at a later time, since i'm so busy and blah.
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Posted on January 21, 2006 @ 2:54 pm
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ok, time for my ranty-rant. i know i haven't kept my promise, but i have excuses! not really. shut up and let me rant.
ok, we had a dance at school yesterday. they surprised us with it. it covered the 50s through the 80s. i was blah about it, so i sat up by laurel on the bleachers until the music got dancy. then i went down and tried to find some cool people, because i would never embarrass myself by dancing in public. instead, i found heather and pheonix, who are relatively cool, if not the people i was looking for. we hung out and chatted a bit, but pheonix was being distracting, all cuddling heather and licking her neck and such. god, take me back to the days of derek and tab, why dontcha? of course, that's a whole 'nother story. anyways, so i'm sitting here, all awkward, and such, and i want to leave because watching them is so hurtful. but i don't leave. so the dance was ruined. we went to go dance, the three of us, when they turned on 80s tunes, but i was pissed because they didn't play The Safety Dance (Men Without Hats, if you've never head the song, go download it right now, you pathetic loser.)
so, why it hurt. because i hate romance. i hate it because i don't have it. everyone i know has had a good relationship, or currently has one. it's fine to know about their other half, but seeing it in action is another thing entirely. it's like their flaunting it at me. urg. no, i've never ever been in a real relationship. the only guy who's ever thought of me in a context other than "cool friend" has never even met me. yes, i refer to chris, internet boyfriend. and i don't care what anyone says, having an online relationship is worse than having none at all. it's all well and good that i have a boyfriend, but i need something more. i need that physical presence, i need to be held, i need... yeah. somehting i don't have, never will have. it makes me hate it. why should everyone else get it, and not me?
anyways, there was my rant. i seriously need some Cherry Garcia (Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream, if you haven't had it, go buy some right now, you pathetic loser.)
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Posted on January 02, 2006 @ 3:01 pm
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this is neat...
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Posted on January 02, 2006 @ 12:39 pm
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ok, i've found me a new archive... or more, joined one of the biggest archives out there. got me a new fic, too.
( Welcome to Chaos )
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and yes, i wrote the songs. god, i hate myself.
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Posted on January 01, 2006 @ 6:58 pm
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finally fixed up a new layout. looks better than i thought it would... but i still need to install it on all the story pages... mleh! now i must eat soup.
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Posted on December 31, 2005 @ 5:18 pm
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ok, here we go. short angst, drabble, spuffy, of course, buffy PoV, post-chosen.
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( Irony )
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Posted on December 31, 2005 @ 5:06 pm
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Ok, check it out. it's new years eve, and i'm spending the evening in style with henry the weaselball, "young frankenstein", and the computer. and possibly chris. if he wakes up before midnight.
i've noticed that i never ever ever post anything here, so i've decided to do so. a new year's resolution, you might say. anywho, let me bring anyone lame enough to be reading my lj to speed.
i've closed my site for revamping, but it's soon to be up and better than ever. if i can get past my layout block. the first round of KMA is finished, and i'm seriously procrastinating on finishing the awards. melanthe! get your ass over here and do what a graphics queen is supposed to do!
i moved, and have 1 good friend and a couple casual friends, as well as a sweet and awesome online boyfriend named chris, who rose introduced me to. he rocks my socks (chris, not rose). i've finished one of my stories, put two on hiatus, and have neglected to update 2 for the reason that i am so totally blocked. bad feedback pissed off my muse on the second story in a trilogy, and now it's gone. (damn muse.) i wrote several short bits, including an angsty piece i finished only a minute ago.
there. you now know everything of importance. i swear i'm gonna start posting at least every week, if not more often. unless, of course, i get grounded. right. anywho, done. oh! wait. i have a new fandom to report. FIREFLY!!!!! i'm completely in love with that series.
ok, happy new years, and laterface. if you're lucky, i might get my stories posted. hurrah!
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Posted on November 15, 2005 @ 4:30 pm
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look what i gots!
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Posted on October 11, 2005 @ 3:47 pm
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Hmm... I haven't updated in ages, so I think now is the time. *clears throat* So, I have a new website, after much moving around etc. I also got into graphics, so there's that. And several new stories and updates await you on my mystical magical website of doom. I'm afraid to say there won't be too many updates posted here... j/k. I have a new story called Pencils and Paper, which I shall post at a different time. 8 chapters... *feels faint* I also have a new mini-series, called Lavender Sunrise. Please, Please, Pleasey-please check out my site... It is still kinda in progress, but the important crap is all there...
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Posted on June 29, 2005 @ 3:06 pm
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I know I haven't been here for several months, but I have been busy with school and moving and I finally have a website!!! Yay!! It has all my fics, and other cool features, but I'm just pleased it works. Oh! idea! Everyone please support the Slay-a-thon. Help little kids by watching buffy! Yay! please visit my site for updates on all the stories. You can find me at www.geocities.com/sunmistserpent/confused_paradise/index.htm
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Posted on April 09, 2005 @ 7:44 pm
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Ok, brace yourselves. It is time for the Silver's Fic-A-Thon! It would have been an annual thing, but whilst writing, I decided that I hate fic-a-thons. I dont mind other people doing them, in fact, i love it when other people do them. just not me. it means a lot of typing for ungrateful morons who never say "thanks." so this is the only time. :) i know my typing is sloppy now, but ive been slaving over a hot computer all day to make you people happy, so im entitled to be lazy w/ grammar and spelling. I hope you enjoy it all. i added chp 3 of big sisters, chp 1 of lost, part 1 of because of her, and my ficlet silent night. i dont care that its nowhere near christmas, i wrote a christmas fic anyway. now its time for you to read and me to rest. enjoy.
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| Silent Night |
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Posted on April 09, 2005 @ 7:36 pm
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Spike was sitting on the floor of is crypt, trying to wrap a couple of Christmas presents. Not that he believed in all that rot, or liked the holliday. He just wanted to give something to Buffy and Dawn.
He looked at the two packages on the floor. They were badly-wrapped in brown paper, with "Buffy" and "Dawn" written on them. Oh well. They would have to do.
Last week, Spike had found out how hard it was to shop for teenage girls. He had gone for nearly a month feeding off rats and pinching smokes so he could save up to buy his girls something nice.
He pulled on his duster and headed out in the direction of Buffy's house.
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The tree looked wonderful. It was tall and green, covered in shiny lights and Christmas balls. Many brightly-coloured lights packages sat underneath.
Buffy and the Scoobies sat in her living room, eating cookies and talking happily. Spike stood out on the back porch, looking in at the lights and happy people.
After a moment, he put the pachages on the porch. He started to walk off.
Buffy felt that she was being wathced. She walked into the kitchen and opened the door. She saw two pachages on the ground and Spike leaving.
"Wait!" she called. Spike turned around. "Why don't you come in?"
He grinned at her. "All right then." He strode over and scooped up the presents.
They walked into the living room.
"Aw, man! We have to spend Christmas Eve with Captain Peroxide?" Xander cried in dismay.
"AW, man! I have to spend Christmas Eve with the whelp?" Spike mimicked, smirking.
"Xander. Spike. It's Christmas. Try to get along," chastised Buffy, sitting down.
"Hi Spike," Willow said.
Dawn went over and hugged him. "Merry Christmas, Spike!"
"Same to you, Bit. And yes, I have your present," he said grinning.
"Yay!" she said, grabbing her gift and sitting on the floor. She tore open the paper to reveeal a beautiful sky-blue sweater. Her eyes went wide as she examined the soft, fluffy material.
"Thanks!" she said, throwing her arms around Spike and kissing him on the cheek.
"No problem," he said, startled. He passed the other present to Buffy, who eyed it carefully before taking off the paper.
Inside was a gorgeous rosewood crossbow. She gasped in delight as she ran her fingers along the smooth weapon.
"Thanks," she said softly.
But Spike was preoccupied with opening the present Dawn had handed him. It was a book of poetry, with a beautiful cover of dark red leather and gold print. He grinned and thanked Dawn; he hadn't expected to recieve anything.
Buffy felt bad that she didn't get him anything. Everyone was talking and laughing, even spike.
After everyone had finally left, Spike looked at the clock and said, "I should probably go now."
"I want you to stay," said Buffy.
Spike grinned. They curled up together on the sofa.
"Sorry I didn't get you anything," Buffy whispered.
"This is a good present," Spike replied drowzily as they fell asleep. Outside, it began to snow.
THE END
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| Lost - Chp. 1 Maybe you can live here, too |
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Posted on April 09, 2005 @ 5:17 pm
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The Wyndam-Pryce Estate, England, 1857
Mr. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was walking along the road to his home when he heard a small whimpering noise. He stopped and pulled aside the brush to see a small, naked little girl. She was very young, about three, and her body was bloodied and bruised.
The child looked up at him. He picked her up and carried her home. Her name was Buffy.
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William was playing outside when he say his father coming up the road. william was four years old, with curly white-blonde hair and vivid blue eyes.
He got up from where he was digging and ran over to his father screaming, "Daddy, Daddy, guess what!"
"Shh, don't scream. What?" Wesley said, shifting the bundle n his arms.
"I played in the river today!" William said. He eyed the bundle. "Wossat? Is it for me?"
"shh," his father repeated. "I've brought you home a new friend."
He took the children in and put them in the bath. Yes, the same one, they were young and too innocent to understand. Once they were clean, he took them upstairs to William's room to dress them.
Wesley found some of William's old clothes that would fit Buffy until he could get her some of her own. He then left the twosome in the nursery and went downstairs to his study.
He sat down at his desk and began to write. He wondered if raising a girl would be much more difficult than a boy. He hoped they would get along well.
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The two cildern sat facing eachother.
"My name's William. I'm four," he said, holding up four fingers. "This is my house. Maybe you can live here, too."
"I'm 'Lizbeth. Only you call me Buffy. I'm three." she said, sucking her thumb.
"Buffy is a silly name. Let's play 'magination. We can play house. You be the mum and I can be the dad," said William.
"Nu-uh! You can be the dog, and I name you Spike. Go fetch the stick, doggie!"
William glared at her a moment, and then fan off and grabbed a doll in his mouth. He crawled back and dropped it on her toes with a loud "Arf!"
Buffy patted his head and said,"Good doggie, spike." She giggled.
William put his hands on her shulders and licked her face.
"Ew! Bad Spike!" She slapped him.
"Hey! You hurt me!" he cried.
"You licked me!" she shouted.
"Doggies is suppoded to lick peoples," William said, as if this was obvious.
"Not pretend doggies!" Buffy said.
"Sorry." he paused. "You taste like soap!" He stared at her a moment, then proceeded to try and lick her again.
"Down boy! Bad Spike!"
He giggled. "Throw me a toy!"
Buffy threw the doll and "Spike" brought it back to her. They carried on like this until it was time for bed.
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| Because of Her - Part One (taking place after the AtS finale) |
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Posted on April 09, 2005 @ 4:54 pm
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"You bastard!" Spike lunged at the demon and cut its head off. Gunn had dies five minuets into the battle. Illyria went down about an hour ago. And now this demon had killed Angel. Spike knew he was lucky to have lived this long, and he realized that he would likely soon die. He was determined to go down making the world a better place for Dawn and Buffy and everyone else.
Spike woke up. He was on the ground. He sat up and looked around. There was blood and dead demons all around. The sun was shining so bright it hurt his eyes. The sun. It was important he get out of it, thought he didn't know why. He was about to panic when he realized he was in the shade. He was alittle confused; hje must have gotten hit on the head or something. Oh well. He'd figure it all out later. He was tired and sore. He decided he would sleep.
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Buffy got off the phone. Andrew had gone back to England to work with Giles and the Slayers. He called to report that the apocolypse in L.A. ahd been successfully averted.
Buffy sighed and looked around her apartment. Dawn was at school and there was nothing to do. She missed Spike. Dawn had gotten over it only recently, but Buffy had not been lying when she told Spike she loved him.
"God, you're so stupid!" she shouted. she collapsed on the couch. She wasn't gonna cry. Not again. She shouldn't have let him die. She just wanted him to come back.
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Spike woke up. He rolled over and groaned with pain. The stars shone above him. He could hear cars in the distance, but the night was so quiet. He could smell the faint odor of blood. He sat up.
The night was cold. He shivered and pulled his coat tighter around himself. He was cold. That was important, too. He remembered a battle. But only vaguely. Angel was dead.
This was important, but he couldn't remember why. his head hurt. He walked out of the ally. His senses weren't working right. He couldn't see well; it was too dark. And cold. He couldn't stop shivering. Why wa that inportant?
Spike was alittle confused. He was so cold. He knew he wasn't supposed to be. He pullde his duster closer and curled up on the ground. using his body heat to warm himself. Heat. Important. Suddenly it hit him. and it hit hard. He remembered.
Dying in the Hellmouth. Coming back.Two vampires with souls. Two champions. The Shanshu prophecy. Destiny spinning out of control. Angel dead. The prohpecy.
He was human.
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| Big Sisters - Chp 3 |
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Posted on April 09, 2005 @ 4:13 pm
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"What?"
~You're pregnant! Congratulations, Miss Summers!~
Buffy didn't hear this last part, as she was lying on the floor in a dead faint.
"Buffy?"
Buffy awoke on the floor, staring up at her younger sister. She didn't have a clue what had just happened... Wait, oh no.
"Buffy, what's wrong? You look kinda sick," Dawn said, looking down with concern.
Buffy sat up quickly and accidentally knocked heads with her sister.
"Dawn, you have to promise you won't freak out or tell anyone, oik?"
"Promise."
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh. My. God! That is so cool! From who? Is he hot? Are you going steady? Do you love him? Who is it?" Dawn shrieked excitedly.
"Yes, no, maybe, and Spike."
Dawn stood speechlessly for a moment. "You and Spike?" she questioned uncertainly.
"Yep. Me, Spike, and Jack Daniels."
"You have to tell him tonight."
"I know, I just don't wanna! It'll be all awkward."
"That's a lame excuse, Buffy. He deserves to know," chastised Dawn.
"Fine, fine, I'll tell him," Buffy pouted. "It just isn't gonna be much fun."
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Later that evening, Spike was patrolling in the cemetary. He had just killed a particularly nasty vampire. He licked at the blood dripping down from his broken nose, remembering how it grossed Buffy out when he did that. *Speak of the devil...*
"Spike!" she called, runnig towards him.
*Oh great. What did I do now?*
"Spike, I need to talk to you!"
"What now, Slayer?" he asked impatiently.
"This is bad. Very very bad," she said, looking frightened.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Now he was getting worried.
"No, no, not really, it-it's just that, oh," she sighed with frustration. "I'm pregnant."
"You're what?! Who you been with? I didn't know you were dating! I mean, I would've thought that even *you* would be sensible to use protection!" Ouch. How could he have been so stupid? Of course she had a boyfriend! And now she's gone and gotten herself pregnant! But why was she telling him? "So who's the father?"
"You are," she said quietly.
"What? I-I'm... what?" little trouble comprehending.
"You are the father! you are the only person I've been with in months! I don't know how it's possible, but it is!" Buffy sounded frantic.
Spike was still trying to get a good grip on what was happeneing. *I'm gonna be a daddy!* "Th- that's not terrible!" *Wow! Buffy's having my baby! Couldn't have picked a better mum.*
"Of course it's terrible! I-I've been impregnated with demon spawn!" she shouted, and realized a second too late that she had just said something very bad.
Spike's excited grin faded almost instantly. He adopted a very hurt expression.
"oh SPike, I didn't mean it like that, please don't get upset, I can't handle this right now!"
"So, what're you gonna do now?" he inquired.
"Well, I suppose an abortion might-"
"NO! no, I will NOT let you do that! It is my baby too! I won't let you kill our baby!" Buffy was startled by the passionate rage spike had flown into at the mention of someone hurting his child. He would probably be a good dad.
Buffy held up her hands and backed away. "Fine, but as soon as this baby is born, you can take it because I don't want it!" At this, she ran off in the direction of her house.
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Posted on April 07, 2005 @ 2:18 pm
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| Big Sisters - Chapter two |
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Posted on April 05, 2005 @ 8:16 pm
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A month had passed since she had woken up next to Spike, and Buffy wasn't feeling so well. She'd missed her period, and she'd been sick on and off lately, not to mention those nasty cramps. *Oh, if Spike's given me some disease, I'll kick his ass!*
"Dawn! I'm going to the doctor! I'll be back later!" she called up the stairs.
"Fine, whatever!" her sister yelled back.
Buffy got back about an hour later. She'd taken some tests; they'd call back tomorrow. She felt better already, that is, untill a wave of nausea hit.
She was out patrolling that night when Spike snuck up behind her.
"'Ello, Slayer," he drawled.
Buffy jumped several feet. "Spike!" she cried, very much annoyed by this.
Spike laughed. "Little jumpy today, aren't we, Slayer?" he remarked.
"Can it," she said bitterly, walking off. She suddenly span around to say, "Do you have any diseases?"
"What?! What kind of question is that?" Spike cried, obviously surprised.
"Well, I've been all sick since, well, since you-know-when..." she faltered.
"I'm sorry you've been sick, but it's not my fault."
Buffy sighed. "Well, however it happened, I'll find out tomorrow. I went to the doctor today."
"If you're sick you should go home and lie down. I'll handle the vampires tonight," Spike said gently. He didn't want anything happening to her.
"Alright. Thank you Spike. I'm gonna hed home now. See ya," she said wearily.
As Buffy walked into the darkened house, the phone started ringing. She wondered to herself who could be calling at this hour as she went into the kitchen to answer it.
"Hello?"
~Miss Summers?~
"Yeah, who's this?"
~This is Doctor Jensen's assistant. I'm sorry, did I wake you up?~
"No, it's cool, I was awake."
~Sorry to call so late, but the test results just got in and we thought you'd want to hear.~
"What is it?"
~You're preagnant.~
tbc...
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Posted on April 05, 2005 @ 8:11 pm
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ok, here i have chapter two! anyway, i already have the entire story done, i just feel like making anyone who likes it suffer. mwahahaha!
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| Disclaimer |
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Posted on April 03, 2005 @ 1:00 pm
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yeah, i forgot, here's my disclaimer:
all of the characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I just like to play with them.
(the only character I made up is Jordan)
ok, that good enough for ya? better be.
oh yeah, also, if i dont update for a while, its cuz im busy working on my other stories to get them published. yes, i write stuff other than fic. my life isnt THAT spuffy-centric. only 99.9%. the other .1% is for writing other shit. :)
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| Big Sisters - Chp 1. |
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Posted on April 03, 2005 @ 12:57 pm
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Buffy woke up. She glanced over at her alarm clock. Uh oh, she was gonna be late for work. She lay back down and attempted to roll over. She was stopped by something big and cold. Oh, and naked. And apparently male. Oh no.
Spike awoke to the slayer sitting up staring at him with horror. “’lo Slayer. Sleep well?”
“Why are you in my bed? Get out of here!” she cried, jumping out of bed and hiding in the closet to get dressed.
Buffy came out ten minuets later to see Spike sitting up, still nude. “Why in such a hurry to get rid of me, pet?” he asked, smirking.
“Beer is bad. Go away. I’m not interested,” she threw his pants at him. “I have to go to work now. Go home.”
She left the room. Spike sat there for a moment, sighed and got dressed.
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*What is her problem?* Spike asked himself. It had been a couple weeks since he and Buffy had gotten drunk together, and he hadn’t seen her around. He figured she was still angry at him. Oh well. *Just when I thought we was hittin’ it off, she goes AWOL. I suppose you never can tell with Slayers.*
He sighed and stepped out into the cemetery, freezing suddenly at the sight of Buffy walking towards him.
“Hey Spike, what’s up?” she asked cheerily.
“Not much,” he replied easily, even as he was struggling to push some rather naughty thoughts from his mind. “Haven’t seen you around lately.”
“Oh, I’ve been around…” she said vaguely.
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Spike blurted out, “You wanna go do something?” *Stupid Spike! Keep your bloody mouth shut!*
*Rats!* “Uh, like with you? On a date? What sort of things?” she asked nervously.
“I dunno, do I? Go to the Bronze or something?” he said, apparently confused.
“Oh, um, that’s ok, I guess,” Buffy said.
“Ok then. Let’s go.”
Tbc…
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