Missing Scenes from “Older & Far Away”
Written by: Spike Girl
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Summary: What REALLY happened on the night of Buffy’s party? A little glimpse into the
before and after that UPN didn’t want us to see. Spoilers for “Older and Far
Away,” of course :).
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Author's Note: As bad as it is, this fic is a milestone--IT’S NOT IN RESPONSE TO A CHALLENGE! I
actually thought up the premise all by myself. Well, other than the fact that I
just took an entire episode and...You know what? Never mind. Thank you to Sarah2
and Patricia--you know what for :)
Feedback: Flames are welcome and appreciated. PLEASE?? I mean, NICE feedback is okay
too--I’m just realistic ;). E-mail me at spike_girl@angelfire.com
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Spike looked around the store nervously. He didn't know if he could do it. He
just could NOT bring himself to...God, what was wrong with him? He had done this
a hundred times before without a thought, and--what--now he was a
chicken?
You'd better believe it.
"Spike," Dawn prodded, "come on.
We haven't got all day. Buffy's party starts in an hour. Are you getting her a
present or not?"
"I'm working on it, Nibblet," Spike said, exasperated.
"It just...It has to be PERFECT. She's always mad at me, but I don't think she's
ever been this mad at me before. This time, I don't think a few rounds of Spike
loving are going to be enough to..."
"EWWW--I SO did not need to hear
that!" Dawn shuddered involuntarily. "I mean, knowing you two are doing it is
one thing, but actually HEARING you say it...Gross, Spike!"
"Sorry, Bit.
I'll keep the Buffy shagging info under wraps." Spike saluted her with two
fingers as he passed through another aisle. Still nothing. "You haven't told her
yet, have you? That you know about...well...me an’ her?"
Dawn shook her
head. "No. I'm waiting for her to tell me herself. She can't keep hiding this
forever. Big nasty secrets are never good." Glancing over at Spike she realized
how bad what she just said sounded. "Spike...I didn't mean it that
way."
"I know, Platelet, I know. S'okay. I mean, look at what she did to
me." He motioned to the still-fresh bruises and cuts that marred his face. "I
mean, she's obviously not all that crazy about me. Never was." He stared off
into space, a faraway look in his eyes. "Not that I can blame her. It's just...I
love her SO much. And she....I..." He choked back a sob and turned away from
Dawn. He couldn't break down in front of her.
A small hand settled on his
back, patting it gently. "It's okay, Spike. You know how Buffy is. And I KNOW
she has feelings for you." She saw the hopeful glimmer in his eyes and smiled
sadly. It really wasn't fair. Spike was so good to her sister. Here Buffy had a
man who would do anything for her, DID everything for her, and she treated him
like dirt. Dawn stole a glance at his battered face and sighed. Why couldn't
Buffy realize? There weren't many who would take a beating like that to protect
the person doling out the punishment. And now Spike looked so sad all of the
time. She missed the old Spike. The Spike who would watch movies with her and
order pizza, or play cards and let her paint his nails. Now he was so worried
about being rejected yet again by Buffy that he barely ever came to the house
anymore. It just wasn't fair!
She recovered quickly. "So, you'd better
get her something REALLY good. And expensive."
"Dawn? You okay?" Spike
asked, concerned. "Looks like you have a lot on your mind. Feel like talking
'bout it?"
She plastered a phony smile on her face to try and please
Spike. He shook his head. While the routine worked for everyone else, even her
supposed "friends," somehow, she could never fool Spike. But he was still evil,
right? A soulless thing? She laughed bitterly.
"Funny you should ask.
Actually, I feel like crap."
He stared at her, not responding, waiting
for her to finish. He always had been the only one to really listen to her,
especially since Buffy had...gone.
"Buffy doesn't love me anymore. NO ONE
loves me anymore, for that matter." Spike looked hurt. "Oh, not you Spike.
That's why I'm telling you this. Because...you understand. What it's like to
always be left out. To have the feeling that everyone is watching you, blaming
you...for something that wasn't even your fault!"
"Pet...what are they
blaming you for? Other than the little sticky fingers habit I've noticed, you
haven't done anything wrong." He looked at her sternly. "Have you? Because, if
there's a boy involved, I SWEAR I'll..."
Dawn had the decency to look
ashamed. "You know about that?" She whispered, studying the floor
intently.
"Of course I bloody well know about it! A body'd have to be
BLIND not to notice it. What--you're telling me that none of the Scoobies have
caught on?"
She lifted her head and looked at him, tears glistening in
her eyes. "That's exactly it," she whispered. "I didn't start stealing because I
needed the stuff. I just wanted them to notice me. Yell at me. Punish me. To do
SOMETHING. They act like I don't even exist. They treat me like....They think
it’s my fault she died. They still blame me for it." She paused for a moment,
then spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “They wish I had died instead of
Buffy.”
He took a tentative step forward. "That’s not true and you know
it! Look, luv. They all love you very much. There are just some...things...going
on right now that kind of have everyone preoccupied. Big sis especially. Just
give them a little ti--"
"TIME? YOU WANT ME TO GIVE THEM TIME?" Dawn
shrieked at the top of her lungs. "YOU'VE BEEN GIVING THEM 'TIME' FOR TWO YEARS
NO AND LOOK HOW FAR IT'S GOTTEN Y--"
Spike grabbed her by the arm and
dragged her forcefully out of the store.
"Look, Bit, you know I love you,
but that...I'd better get you home. I'll finish the shopping myself. Come
on."
He walked towards the mall exit, and Dawn watched him walk away for
a moment before running to join him. What had she done? She had hurt the one
person who actually understood her.
"Look, Spike, I'm so--"
"No
need, Nibblet. No hard feelings." He swung into the driver's seat and turned
towards Dawn before he started the car. "And about you birthday gift to
Buffy..."
Dawn paled.
"...I saw you nick it. Went in, told the
shopkeeper you were so excited I was buying that coat for you that you just ran
out with it. Paid for it too."
"I was going to.."
"No, you
weren't. And you're going to have a talk with Buffy about it, too. I won't tell
her...
Dawn’s face brightened.
"...because YOU will. Right after
the festivities. Wouldn't want to ruin the party and all. Deal?"
"But I
can't t--"
"Do we have a deal?"
"Yes." She slumped down in her
seat. "You drive a hard bargain."
Spike grinned. "That's my
girl."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The
battered DeSoto pulled into the driveway on Revello Drive.
"You ARE
coming, right Spike? To the party? You have to come."
"I don't know, pet.
I mean, I'm not exactly on good terms with the lady of the house. Plus, I don't
even have anything to give her." He paused. "Or anything she'll take anyways,"
he mumbled sadly.
"PULLLLLEEEAAZZEE, Spike? She really wants you there, I
can tell. You wouldn't want to make Buffy sad on her birthday, would you?" Dawn
pulled out the patented puppy-dog face, sure to make even the biggest bad
crumble within seconds.
"Argh! Not that thing with the eyes! Bloody hell,
stop it!!"
"So...Party? At 8:00?"
"Fine. Party. Whatever. Just
STOP THAT!"
Dawn smiled triumphantly and skipped into the house. "See you
later,
Spike."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The
shelves loomed menacingly before him. Spike shrunk back and exited the store,
trying the next one in the massive mall. He sighed. Only twenty minutes until
the party...Then again--being late always had its advantages. He could make a
grand entrance now. He had learned all about the advantages of being fashionably
late way back when he was William the simpering poet. Not that it did him any
good then.
With a strangled scream, he hit the nearest wall. Pulling away
his bloody hand, he shook his head. Who did he think he was, anyway? Like Buffy
would even acknowledge his presence let alone accept a gift from him. Defeated,
he turned and walked away.
Then he saw it.
His eyes lit up as he
carefully lifted it from the shelf. This was it. The *perfect*
gift.
Spike made his way home, and discovered Clem was already there.
After a quick stop for some beer, he was
ready.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike
approached the back door and knocked, then decided against waiting. He WAS an
invited guest, after all. Kind of. He and Clem walked into the kitchen where
Buffy and Tara appeared to have been talking.
"Spike." Uh-oh. The Slayer
sounded angry. You’d think after getting his face punched in, he’d be the angry
one. Obviously she hadn’t been reading up on the rules of human sympathy
yet.
"Yeah. Willow mentioned the shindig. Figured we were all part of the
team. Thought I'd...uh.. swing by." Willow HAD mentioned the party. Granted, he
had been in another room and eavesdropping, but she had mentioned it. With Dawn
already aiming for trouble later when she talked to Buffy, he figured it’d be
best to keep her out of things. Red could handle herself,
anyway.
"Wait...What kind of team is this?"
What kind of team?
What did she mean, what kind of--
"Hi. We met once before." Spike smiled
slightly as Clem waved to the two women. Always the polite one....
"Yes,
yes we did."
Now she just sounded confused. Oh, well. It’s not like he
was going anywhere now.
“You know. More the merrier. That whole
thing."
After Clem introduced himself, Spike had planned on talking to
Buffy alone for a minute. That would have happened except for the fact that
Harris and his demon girl seemed to have invited some poncy boy to the
party.
This was going to be a long
night.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Insert
the events of the fateful party here. You know the one--Spike hit on Buffy only
to be rejected, causing him to suffer from debilitating muscle cramps for which
Tara prescribed ice. And then there was that whole “being stuck in a house with
a sword-wielding demon” situation. Pretty fun, huh? Anyways, you already know
what happened at the party. Let’s skip a bit
:).
*~*~*~*~*~*
Xander
and Anya shakily supported Richard as they walked towards the door. If he didn’t
get medical attention soon, there might not be much of a need for it anymore.
Spike smiled to himself.
‘That’s what you get for trying to make the
moves on my girl,’ he thought happily.
The small group gathered around
the front door, everyone too afraid at what might *not* happen. Buffy broke the
silence.
"Think it's worn off?
He grinned. Might as well take the
lead. It didn’t look like anyone else here was about to make a move, and he
*really* wanted to get away from these people. The Scoobies could be manageable
in small doses, but an entire day of being surround with no one but
them...
“Just one thing to do.”
Spike looked around at the anxious
faces one more time and approached the door. He leaned in towards the knob,
turned it, and voila. With a flourish he threw the door back heavily, earning a
glare from Anya as she stopped it before it hit the wall. Their faces were
incredulous as the gang slowly made their way out of the house.
Ignoring
their ignorant blathering, Spike walked out of the house last giving a final nod
to Buffy, leaving her and Dawn to have their heart-to- heart. His gift could
wait--bridging the gap between the two sisters was much more important. Both of
them needed to talk and get a lot of things out in the open. He didn’t want to
interfere in the reconciliation of the two more important people in his
life.
As he watched the others leave, Spike slumped against his tree in
the front yard. After a quick smoke he would head back to his crypt. Maybe there
was something on the telly.
“Spike...”
He turned around to face
the house.
“Buffy!” He exclaimed, straightening up and stubbing out his
cigarette with his boot. “What are you doing out here? I thought you and the
nibblet were going to--”
“Talk. We did.” Buffy interrupted. “She told me
about what you did with the jacket. And that you convinced her to tell me about
everything.”
Spike nodded.
She approached him until they were
standing face to face.
“Why?” She asked simply.
“Why?” Spike
looked into her eyes. “Well...I was worried about you and the bit. Thought it
was time for one of those sisterly talks and all. Which begs the question--why
are you out here with me when she needs you, pet?”
“I’m going back in.
We’re going to finish that talk. I just wanted to...” Buffy looked at her feet,
then brought her eyes up to stare into his fathomless blue ones. “...give you
something.”
She slowly moved her hands and intertwined her fingers in his
hair, pulling his head towards hers.
“Buffy, what--”
“Shh...” She
placed a finger over his lips. Spike took hold of her wrist and gently inserted
her finger into his mouth, sucking on it sensually. Buffy moaned slightly and
pulled her hand away. Spike looked up quickly, worried that he had misread her
signals. She took this opportunity to smash her lips against his while moving
her hands up and down his back.
“Oh, Buffy...,” he groaned as her tongue
slipped into his mouth. Spike pulled her flush against him and continued the
oral assault, then released his hold on her to cup his hands around her firm
breasts.
Her squeals of delight slowly turned into low moans of pleasure
as his hands slid under her shirt and his skilled fingers tweaked her
nipples.
“Inside,” she panted.
“What about the bit? Don’t want her
to...”
Buffy glanced at the darkened window. “She’s in bed. Plus, she
sleeps like a log.” She began pulling him by his belt towards the open front
door.
“I need you, Spike. I need to feel you inside me.
Please...”
That was all he needed to hear. With a growl, he picked her up
and hurried inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slammed the door
loudly as he breezed through it and dashed up the stairs. Bursting into her
room, he threw her on the bed and quickly shut the door.
Spike stood,
back against the door, just admiring her beauty. What a sight she made. Her
shirt rode up exposing the black lace bra she wore, and her chest was heaving up
and down. Buffy’s cheeks were flushed a brilliant red, and her eyes reflected
pure lust.
“Spike...” Her voice was filled with need.
He shed his
duster and moved towards the bed slowly, a predator stalking his
prey.
“Here, luv? You sure? We could always go back to--” She sat up in
the bed and pulled him down on top of her. Wriggling out from underneath him,
she straddled his waist and began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
“I know
we can, but I. Want. You. Right. Here.” She punctuated each word with a kiss,
causing Spike to tremble beneath her. He lifted a hand and ran it through her
hair tenderly, his eyes threatening to spill tears.
‘Bloody hell...She’s
turned me into a sodding ponce!’ Buffy’s lips continued to trail down his neck
and to his chest. She probably hadn’t noticed his near-teary outburst. ‘Course,
even if she did, I could always chalk it up to my eye being swollen from a
beating by a certain someone. Oh wait...It is...’
Beating aside, he still
couldn’t believe it. Here he was in the Slayer’s...no...Buffy’s...bed. While
they had had many wild and passionate bouts of sex in his crypt (and in that
abandoned building...and in that alley behind the Doublemeat...even on that
tombstone in the cemetery...), he never in a million years imagined that he
would be where he was now. In HER room. On HER bed. This...this wasn’t a place
to have sex.
For the first time, he was going to make love to her. How he
had wanted to, tried to, every time they had been together, but was always
stopped by Buffy’s insistence.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as his
shirt was ripped open the rest of the way and warm hands began exploring his
chest. He sat up slightly and Buffy slid the shirt off entirely, throwing it
quickly to the floor. Their mouths met again with the same burning intensity as
before, breaking apart only when Spike pushed Buffy’s shirt over her head. He
gazed again at her half-nude figure, eyes lighting with delight.
Very
gently, he maneuvered himself so he was on top. “I love you, Buffy,” he said as
he began to rain small kisses all over her face and neck. “No matter what
happens--no matter how bad things are--just remember that.”
In response,
Buffy whimpered and thrust her hips upward.
“Now, now, luv.” He smiled.
“Patience is a virtue, you know.”
With soft caresses, he unclasped her
bra and removed the offending garment. His tongue lavished attention on her pert
nipples until she spoke.
“More, Spike. I need more. Plea--oh,
God!”
With a grin he slid her pants off, and began kissing his way up her
inner thigh. Buffy’s breathing increased, and her hips bucked
involuntarily.
His mouth continued to travel over the smooth skin of her
leg. He reached her panties and, within seconds, they were whisked away. Spike
paused for a moment as he was about to toss them onto the ever-increasing pile
of clothes on the floor. With a sly smile, he deftly shoved them into his
pocket.
Spike propped himself up on his elbows and gave her one last
loving look before his lips descended to her throbbing center. She gasped as his
tongue explored her, periodically flicking lightly over her clit as her cries
became more insistent. He felt her body tremble beneath him and knew that it was
only a matter of seconds before she achieved her release. One of his hands
snaked up as he inserted two fingers into her and slowly began to pump her while
his tongue remained fixed on her clit. Suddenly, he took the small nub between
his teeth and gave it a sharp pull. That did it. Buffy screamed out his name in
climax, clutching at the sheets as her body spasmed out of control. With a few
final thrusts of his fingers, he removed his hand. Spike lapped up the juices
that flowed from her, and then proceeded to lick his fingers clean. He slid up
next to her and stroked her cheek.
“Cor, luv, the way you taste...” His
eyes glazed over slightly and he licked his lips to savor the sensation.
“There’s nothing else like it on this earth.”
Before Spike could
continue, Buffy rolled over and was on top of him once again. Without a moment’s
hesitation, she lowered herself onto his swollen shaft. She gasped as he entered
her, and somewhere in the back of her mind was surprised that after all they had
done together, every time he penetrated her felt like a brand-new
experience.
With a smile, she leaned down to kiss Spike as she moved up
and down. He returned the kiss hungrily and latched onto her breasts, his
fingers massaging them in a circular motion. Buffy increased the pace and Spike
was forced to grab onto her hips so he could slam into her every time her body
lowered.
Buffy’s palms roamed his chest, and her teeth grazed his skin
where she knew he liked to be bitten. Their dance intensified in speed and
ferocity as the two rivals turned lovers met each other thrust for powerful
thrust.
“So tight. So bloody tight...and perfect...” Spike’s voice was
hoarse as the sensations he could only feel with Buffy began to take over his
body.
“Mmmm...It’s been too long...” Buffy ground out, reflecting on the
two long days since she had ended up under his rug, been handcuffed to the
bedpost, and then…in the Bronze...
“You’re telling me, pet. You’re
telling me.” Spike felt Buffy’s muscles clench around his cock and knew she was
on the brink of orgasm. With a mighty thrust, he buried himself to the hilt
inside her molten depths.
“Spike! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...Yes! Ooooh....!
SPIKE!”
Her vaginal walls fluttering around him was too much. His screams
mingled with hers as he came hard.
“That’s it, Buffy. With me. Come with
me. Ahhh...”
Both rode out their orgasms as long as possible, rocking
against each other until the sensations passed. Afterwards, they snuggled up
together in a warm embrace and enjoyed the afterglow.
“Next time, Spike,
bring the
handcuffs.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Dawn
tentatively lifted the pillow from her head and listened. Silence. Thank God.
Sighing and placing the pillow under her head where it belonged, a small smile
stole across her face. As disgusting as it was, she was happy for her sister and
Spike. Granted, next time they could try to keep it down a little...And how long
did it really take to have sex? They were at it FOREVER. But still...A warm
feeling spread throughout her. Maybe this was it. Maybe after this, things would
get better. Buffy would tell her about Spike, and she’d stop being so mean to
him. They could all hang out together. She really missed Spike now that Buffy
seemed to ban him from the house. Now it could be the three of them.
She
heard muffled voices next door and groaned. If they were going to start up
again, there was going to be some serious wall-pounding. She understood that
Buffy had needs or whatever, but COME ON!
From what she could make out,
it sounded like Buffy was...apologizing? To Spike? For what? Dawn crept out of
bed and pressed her ear against the wall. She was apologizing for beating him
up? Now? That happened days ago! Dawn scowled. Leave it to Buffy to think
pounding the guy that loved her into the ground was kinky. Poor Spike. He didn’t
even hold it against Buffy....When she had asked him what had happened, he just
told her he had had a rough night on patrol. Rough night was right. Only after
her incessant prodding had he told her the truth.
She heard the sound of
a door opening and scrambled back into bed. She heard someone go downstairs, but
there was only one set of footsteps. Buffy sure was a bitch sometimes! What did
she do--get what she wanted from Spike and then boot him out?
A soft
knocking on her door interrupted her mental rant.
“Come
in.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike
couldn’t wipe the grin from his face as he knocked on Dawn’s door. Not only had
he just had the most mind-blowing experience of his entire unlife, but he’d
received an apology. An apology from BUFFY. Knowing how rare those were, he hung
on every word that came out of her beautiful mouth.
As soon as he got the
okay from Dawn, he cracked open her door and poked his head in.
“Got a
minute, Platelet?”
“Spike! Sure. Come on in.”
Dawn jumped out from
under the covers and gave him a big hug, nothing his tousled hair and rumpled
appearance.
“I thought Buffy gave you the boot. I mean, after all
that...”
Spike looked horrified. “Nibblet...You didn’t hear anything.
Tell me you didn’t hear anything.”
Her eyes widened. “Hear something?
What would I hear? There was this loud music...I think it was coming from next
door. Anyway, I had a pillow over my head so I wouldn’t hear it. ANY of it. No
matter how long it kept going.”
He sat down at the foot of her bed and
sighed. “Sorry ‘bout that. Wasn’t really thinking...I mean, everything was kind
of unexpected. I didn’t think...If I had known...”
Dawn smiled. “It’s
okay, Spike. Really. I’m happy for you two.”
His smile returned. “Thanks,
Bit. I’m happy for us too. At least for me. I still don’t think your sis is
quite used to the idea. Hear her run downstairs a minute ago? We were all
settled in, and I really think she was aiming for a round two, when all of a
sudden she comes up with an excuse. Some vampires to slay and that rot. Bolted
out of there faster’n I could get her clothes o--”
“I’m SO not
listening,” Dawn blurted out, covering her ears with her hands. When she was
sure Spike was quite done, she uncovered them.
“Tell me, pet...Did you
and Buffy get some things worked out? I know it was a hard night for you, with
the being blamed for us being trapped, and Anya goin’ off on you....You
okay?
She smiled at his concern. We’re going to talk again later today,
but I think everything’s going to work out. I mean, she didn’t yell at me or
anything. It was really weird.” Dawn winked at Spike. “And with all
the...entertainment...tonight, if she was going to punish me, she probably
doesn’t even remember now. She did say that I had to return everything I took,
and do whatever Anya tells me to at the Magic Box.” She frowned for a moment,
then continued excitedly.
“But she told me that she loves me a lot, and
that she was sorry about how she’s been acting lately. And she was sincere--I
could tell. So, we’re going to be spending a lot more time together and stuff.”
Dawn looked at Spike. “I have you to thank, you know.”
“Me? I didn’t do
anything. It was all you two. I’m just glad everything’s working out.” He
glanced at the clock. “It looks like it’s time for all fifteen year old WOMEN,”
he winked at her, “to be in bed.” He stood up and started for the
door.
“Oh, wait a minute. Do you have--”
Dawn thrust the bag at
him. “I thought you forgot about them. And I swear, I didn’t even open them or
shake them or anything.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow as he saw a slight tear
in the wrapping paper on one of the gifts.
“Well, maybe I went for a
TEENY little peek, but I didn’t see anything.” She pouted. “You use way too much
tape.”
He set the bag down on the floor and waited as Dawn got settled
under her covers. Hesitating for a moment, he leaned down and kissed her on the
forehead, and then rumpled her hair lovingly.
“Night, Nibblet. Sweet
dreams.”
He closed the door quietly behind him as Dawn drifted off to
sleep, visions of their little makeshift family invading her
dreams.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy
yawned and flipped the switch, bathing her room with light. Relieved to find
that Spike had left on his own accord, she changed into her pajamas and prepared
to settle in for a few hours of sleep before she had to get Dawn off to
school.
What was that on the bed?
She walked over and picked up
the two gift-wrapped packages. There was a small, slim box, and a tube-shaped
one. Who--
Spike.
He should know that getting her gifts wouldn’t
change the way she felt about him. Not at all. And just because they had just
had hot sweaty sex didn’t mean she felt anything for him. He knew
that.
Right?
Buffy tore away the paper on the box and lifted the
lid. She gasped and pulled out the necklace. Simple and silver, it was elegant
without being extravagant. Just the kind of jewelry she liked.
It
figured. Right when she thought she was sure about how she felt about him, he
had to go and pull something like this. Even worse...He had bought this stuff
even before they had had sex tonight. And he left them afterwards. Meaning that
he wasn’t trying to buy her things as a ploy to get her to sleep with him. It
would almost be easier if he had. She could deal with that behavior. He was a
demon. Demons were evil. Clear-cut and end of story.
It was the damn gray
area that Spike fit into that was the problem.
With a frustrated scream,
she opened the next package. It was a poster of some sort. She peeled away the
plastic covering and unrolled it.
Trying to stifle the laughter the gift
induced, she stood up and faced the New Kids on the Block Poster that had graced
her wall since she had moved to Sunnydale.
“Sorry, guys, it’s time to go.
Jordan, I’ve moved on.”
She wrestled with the now-welded tacks and
removed the poster, replacing it with the one Spike had given her. He had bought
it as a joke, she knew, but maybe having an attractive man on her wall would
make him jealous.
Buffy looked at the poster and begrudgingly admitted to
herself that Spike was the more attractive vampire. *Much* more attractive. She
turned off the light and crawled into bed, still giggling.
Wesley Snipes
stared back at her from the “Blade” movie poster.
The End
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