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t'is the Season!
By : TheMistressMystery
Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General
Views: 1603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor any of it's characters. No money is made from this! - Chapter List
Season Five:
“Dear Santa,
I don’t know if you exist or not, but I’m hoping you do. I know I haven’t written you in, well, 200 years, and I know I have been rather naughty...
But you see, Santa, I’ve got a problem….”
Spike quickly dropped his pen and slid the piece of paper he was writing on underneath a stack of books when he heard the door to his crypt open none too gently. He jumped up from his chair and whirled around to find the Slayer stomping into his crypt. She didn’t look too happy.
“What do you want, Slayer?”
She marched right up and grabbed the lapels of his coat, giving him a little shake for good measure. He could hear her heart beating, could almost see the blood flowing underneath the skin of her neck…
“Fess up Spike, what do you know about glowing orbs!” She gave him another little shake. He gave a grim little laugh and grabbed her wrists, careful not to hurt her lest he hurt himself.
“Easy, Slayer! I don’t know what you’re talking about! Can’t your watcher look it up in those books of his?”
Now it was Buffy’s turn to utter a grim laugh, and she let go of the lapels of his coat, shrugging his hands away from her wrists. She narrowed her eyes for a second to stare at him, giving him a once-over.
“So you’re saying you know nothing about monks running around with glowing orbs?” she questioned again, and he shook his head.
He didn’t see the punch coming, and didn’t have time to turn in face away. It hit him square on the nose, breaking the fragile bones once again and making him bleed. She smiled in satisfaction and turned on her heel, stomping her way out of his crypt again.
“If I find out you’ve got anything to do with this, Spike…” she threatened over her shoulder as she exited, leaving the door wide open behind her.
“Bloody Hell! Always going for the nose, bloody bitch!” he cursed, nursing his nose with his right hand. The fragments of bone grinded against eachother as he aligned them correctly. He wiped the blood off on his sleeve and pinched his nostrils shut to stop the bleeding. Flopping down in his chair, he wiped the blood off his hands before he pulled his letter from underneath the stack of books. Putting the pen to paper, the words came easily.
“You see Santa, I’ve got this problem… well, more then one actually. A while ago, some government macho military guys captured me and stuck this chip in my head. There’s also this girl, Buf-”
He looked up with a growl, sliding the letter into its hidingplace again, as he heard high heels clicking on the stone floor of the crypt behind him.
“Oh now what, Harmony?” Spike snarled, not at all amused by the girl’s presence. She was dressed in a red Santa mini dress, complete with white feather trim and a hint of lace peeking from beneath the hem of the dress. A big pout on her red lips, she approached him to fling herself around his neck.
“Blondie Bear, it’s Christmas! You don’t have to be so mean to me!” Perhaps he should just ram a stake through her heart and be done with it… But the way she was gyrating against him made another part of him reconsider… With a growl, he grabbed her around the waist and carried her off to the bed. It WAS Christmas after all…- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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