By Calli
“Hey Buff! Grab me another beer while you’re out there!!” Xander seemed in a very good mood.
Huh, no guessing what he and Anya have been doing, Buffy thought sulkily. Riley’s no good…wonder what Xander’s like? Okay, bad thought. Bad Buffy. What was that again? Oh yes, Beer. For Xander. Buffy cast a glance back into Giles’ living room, where Riley was gulping down another beer. Pig.
Giles sat slumped in an armchair. The recent battle with Adam had brought back all the memories of Jenny Calendar. How he’d found her, dead on his bed. The memory would haunt him forever. Giles grimaced and poured himself another large Scotch, draining the glass in seconds.
Suddenly, the front door swung open. “Allo Scoobies!” Spike grinned as he slammed the door shut. “I heard you were havin’ a party.”
“Don’t you ever knock?” Giles was still sober enough to moan at the blond.
“You invited me in, don’t forget it,” Spike replied, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. The watchers getting plastered!! “Why don’t you have another drink, Ripper?” He handed him a bottle of beer.
“Er, thank you Spike.” Giles took a large swig from the bottle. The sooner I’m drunk the better I’ll feel, he lied to himself.
Spike felt a light tap on his shoulder, and turned to see…”Slayer! I am honored.” I hoped she’d be here. He did an elaborate bow in front of her. Buffy went red.
“Spike, you better not be here to cause trouble,” Buffy said, “Or you’ll be meeting the end of this.” She brought out a large wooden stake. I hate doing this.
“Look slayer, I’m here for the party. I did bring beer.”
Buffy started to protest. Yuck, never touching that stuff again!
“And I got some of that non-alcoholic crap too.” The slayer went silent at looked up at Spike with a little less disapproval than before. “But of course I could just go home and drink it all by myself. Spike waved a half-empty beer box in her face. Who cares if its alcoholic or not...they’re gonna get wasted anyhow, he mentally chuckled.
Buffy looked up at him. “Okay Spike, you can stay,” she sighed. At least he brought drinks - it will take my mind off Riley for a bit. She consoled herself with that thought as she sipped from the bottle he’d handed her. Boy, this stuffs potent for non-alcoholic. Oh, it’s imported, no surprise.
Giles pulled himself up, then started to drunkenly stagger towards the stairs, much to the amusement of the Scoobies. Then he tripped over the rug, and ended up flat on his face, in a drunken stupor. Buffy laughed out loud, still clutching a bottle, then fell on the floor, still laughing.
She’s far from sober. Spike grinned at the sight before him. Giles on the floor, the Slayer completely incapable of slaying. The Scoobies all completely smashed. All thanks to my beer. Hey, I’m beginning to like causing havoc like this. But it still doesn’t beat the old days....
1897…
“Come on, where is she?!” An angry blond vampire stepped out of the shadows, game face on.
“Honestly, I don’t know!” the man looked terrified as the vampire pulled a pointed, rusted silver object from a bag.
“I have...ways of makin’ you talk, mate. Now. Where. Is. She?!”
“I d-d-d-don’t know!” the man answered, again. He was rewarded with the railroad spike through one hand, pinning it to the wall. The man screamed as the object sliced through his flesh. “Please Sir!! Let me go! I have children!” A railroad spike through the other hand, blood poured from the wounds as the man gave another spine-chilling scream.
“You have children do you? Wouldn’t they like to see you now?”
“Please, please, not my dear children!”
“Where is she??” The blond vampire produced another railroad spike. Silence. “I said, WHERE IS SHE??? Where’s my Dru???” The spike was pushed through the man’s stomach. He cried out, on the brink of lapsing into unconsciousness.
“D-Drusilla! I-I rem-remember now. She’s...she’s with...” the man trailed off, as blood began to cascade from his mouth.
The vampire felt for a pulse. “Dead. Bloody hell!!”
“William!” a voice like an icicle sent a chill down the vampire’s undead spine. He turned to see another vampire, his sire.
“Angelus.” If he’s done anything to Dru, I’ll dust him. Sire or not.
A slim, dark-haired female stepped out from behind the tall, dark-haired vampire. “My Spike!!” she called.
“Dru! Where have you been?” Dru walked up to Spike and put her arms around him.
“Dru and I...we’ve been having a little chat.” Angelus stepped closer to the couple with a predator’s grace.
“About what?” Spike eyed his sire with mistrust.
“I’ve been having a little...gypsy problem. So, you’re staying here as a...shall we say, decoy? As for Dru and I, we’re going to Fr-”
BANG! BANG!
He was interrupted.
“OPEN UP!! WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!!”
BANG…BANG…bang...bang...
…bang…bang....knock…knock…knock!
Spike was drawn out of his dream by someone knocking on the door. He looked around. Buffy was pissed, and tapping a number into the phone.
“I’m gonna tell him!!” she kept saying to the drunken Scoobies.
Spike shrugged. Well, I guess its up to me to open the door before they break it down. Striding over to the front door, he swung it open. “What?” Better have a good excuse for interrupting my dream - Oh Christ! A shocked Spike stared at the visitor, mouth agape.
Meanwhile, in L.A…
“Buffy??”
“Angel. Angel, I jusht have to tell you sumfink.” [laughter in the background]
“Buffy, are you drunk?” Angel’s eyes widened.
“No. Nope. Not a sausage. - HIC!” [more laughter]
“Buffy, you’re drunk. Go to bed and call me in the morning.” That’s if you can remember anything.
“Angel! Nooo-oh-oh...hic…don’t hang up! I have to tell you, now.”
“Yes?”
“Is impo-pora-poran...I’s serious!”
“Buffy, what is it?”
“I...I...”
“Yes??”
“I love you Angel! I’ve been holding it back ever since you left, but I jusht had to tell you before it kills me. I want you Angel! I wanna smother you in honey and lick it all off reeaaally sloowwwllly, then chain you up to my bed and ride you until your blood runs warm, shag you from dusk until dawn - hey I made a r-rhy-rhyme! Okay, I’m tired. Sleep now. Bye.” Buffy hung up the phone, leaving Angel in a stunned silence on the other end.
Angel hung up the phone. Oh god! She still loves me! And she wants to…
Closing his eyes, Angel visualized what Buffy had just said to him, feeling her soft touch, her warmth, her breath against his skin, the coldness of the chains about his wrists, hearing her heart beating crazily inside her ribcage. Happiness swept over him as her imagined her, exposed.
Suddenly, Angel felt something inside him. Something sinister. Something he’d felt before. NO! This can’t happen! Angel crumpled to the floor as the demon took over him once more.
Kate walked through the door. “Hi Angel. Um, listen, I feel I should apologize…for last night. Angel? Angel? Are you OK?”
The vampire lifted himself up from the floor. “Yeah, I’m feeling great!!” He walked towards her, then without warning, grabbed her and sunk his fangs into her neck. Kate’s screams rang out into the night, then stopped suddenly.
Inside Angel Investigations, her body was dropped to the floor. “Oh, by the way,” said the dark-haired vamp in game face, “It’s Angelus.” And with that he took off into the night. Time I paid the slayer a visit.
“‘‘llo my Spike!!”
“Drusilla??” Bloody hell! She’s back! But why?
“Princess heard you had a little problem. The stars...they never lie…” Dru said with her insane demonic grin. “Seems I must be right.” She peered into the house behind him “Spikey’s having a little party with the slayer and all her friends,” she pouted. “There must be something wrong. But princess can make her Spike all better.” And with that, she grinned madly and pulled out an object from behind her back…