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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 Six:
The tree was conveniently placed. If he leaned against it *just so* he could see into the Summers’ kitchen, where the girls were preparing the Christmas turkey. The Summers women, if you could still call them that, without Joyce. It must be hard for the girls, the first Christmas without their mother. All the friends in the world couldn’t fill the gap at Christmas… He couldn’t help but think of his own mum, how they had spent Christmas together, and how hellish it must be to lose your mother, to celebrate the holidays without her for the first time.
He flicked the butt of his cigarette away with a sigh and stretched his arms up above his head, he’d been standing here for a while. Watching, looking in on the little Bit and the Slayer, wishing he could join them for their celebration.
The sound of two pairs of footsteps on the sidewalk stirred him out of his thoughts. They were still a little distance away, but he recognised the footfalls as belonging to Red and bloody Harris. He ducked into the bushes that separated the Summers’ front yard from their neighbours to hide. It wouldn’t do if Harris knew he was here, he would tell the Slayer, and she would come out to give him a good staking.
Now THAT would ruin his Christmas. Not that there was much to ruin anyway… This was possibly the worst Christmas ever. Well, the one where Angelus had striped his backside with a cane all night long was a memorably bad Christmas too, but this one must be worse. He didn’t know that his heart could hurt this much…
The witch and the Harris kid passed the bushes without even knowing he was there, and rang the doorbell. Spike unconsciously held his breath until Buffy opened the door. When she did, he couldn’t help inhaling the scent that came wafting from inside the house. She smelled heavenly, better then Dru had ever smelled, it made his heart ache. He could hear the little Bit singing Christmas carols and could smell the turkey the girls were cooking.
Red and Harris entered the house far too soon for his liking, and the door fell shut behind them, cutting Spike off from the smells and sounds from within the house. It made him feel like crying. Why wasn’t he good enough? Why did she reject him like that? She had called him a monster more times then he dared to remember. But he wasn’t anymore, was he? Bloody chip in his head took care of that, didn’t it? And he had tried, tried so hard to help them, tried so hard to stay on her good side, to please her.
But it wasn’t enough, was it? No, never enough for her, and she had let him know that at every opportunity she got. All he was for her was a weak substitute for Angel! And what did the bloody poof have that he didn’t?! Spike huffed and pulled his coat a little closer around himself, fisting his hands in the pockets. Those bloody leaves obscured his view of the house.
Wringing his way out of the bushes, he took up his old spot against the treetrunk again just in time to see Harris kiss the Slayer on her cheek. Bloody bastard! Spike fished another cigarette from the crumpled pack in his pocket and lit it.
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