Easter Bunny
Totally unrealistic, but I don't care. Happy Easter, Passover blessings, or just enjoy your day.
It was early Sunday evening when Spike opened his eyes. He was aware of a lingering scent, familiar, but without the usual greasy sting. What had Buffy been doing here? She was obviously gone now. Had she stood here, beside the sarcophagus he was forced to use as a bed, considering whether to stake him in his sleep and be done with it?
He sat up, noticing a small foil-wrapped chocolate egg resting beside his pillow. What the…? Wait a minute. He had lost track of time, but hadn’t Dawn said something about it being Easter? Had she left this for him? It would be so like her.
He stood up and saw another egg by his feet. This one was also chocolate, but larger, and marshmallow filled. ‘Someone knows what I like,’ he thought. Bending to pick it up, he saw a small basket a few feet away, towards the exit of his crypt. He stepped to it and dipped his hands inside. It was filled with Reeses’ Pieces. ‘Who do they think I am, E soddin’ T?’ He popped a few of the peanut buttery candies in his mouth and headed towards his door. Leaning beside it was a large chocolate rabbit.
He still thought they were probably from Dawn, but hoped she hadn’t gone on a little cash-free shopping spree. On the other hand, she shouldn’t spend her meager allowance on him, either. Whatever was going on, someone was thinking of him, and it was an unusual experience.
He headed out into the cemetery. More gifts led him further out; a stuffed rabbit, a carton of dyed eggs, more chocolate, even a box of Wheatabix wrapped with a big pink bow. He followed them down a narrow laneway between the graves, and there, perched on a standing headstone, was, “Slayer?”
She wore a one-piece black bathing suit, high heels, and her crossed legs were covered with black fishnet stockings. A headband with long, floppy ears topped the ensemble. She also wore a very mischievous smile. “Hi Spike. Happy Easter.”
“What the bloody hell is this? You tell me it’s over, you tell me I’m not part of your life, and then you show up like a refugee from th’ Playboy mansion?”
She stood up and walked over to him. “I’ve been a sad little bunny. I was trying to be so good, and everything was so bad. I miss you.” She put her hand on his cheek. “I love you.”
“Is this some kind of joke, Buffy? Because I can’t take any more games.”
“No games. Just me. Just you.” She put her arms around his waist, and leaned her head against his chest. “I’m sorry. Forgive me? I want us to be together.”
“I could be persuaded.” He bent his head towards hers and caught her lips with his. They kissed eagerly, deeply, as only lovers apart too long could. They were so involved with each other, they didn’t hear the voices of the other couple approaching.
“Take me back, and I swear I’ll never hurt you again, Anya. I miss you so much, and I’ve been such a fool.”
“True. You have been a very great fool. But I do love you, and I’ve decided vengeance is no longer an option, therefore I will consider it. So, why are we looking for Buffy again?”
“Because…” Xander stopped dead in his tracks, shocked by the sight of Spike and the Buffy bunny. Anya screamed, and threw herself into Xander’s arms.
“Hi guys,” Buffy said. “I’m so glad you’re together again. But if you don’t mind…”
“No bloody privacy,” Spike grumbled, picking Buffy up and carrying her back towards the crypt.
“Wait,” Buffy cried. “What about the chocolate?”
“Leave it for the whelp,” Spike replied. “Looks like he needs it more than we do.”