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"I'm gonna have to teach them that I'm not their stupid errand boy." Spike muttered.
He knew better than to protest too audibly because Giles did buy him blood and occasional ciggies. Spike hated the fact that he could not just grab the first thing he saw and drain it to death. Or hell, even be able to get his own packaged blood.
Spike was going to Buffy's house, to deliver a book that Giles had wanted her to read while the activity had been slow to none existent. So since Spike had taken to staying at Giles place again, and wasn't doing anything, he got voted to do the errand.
Spike knew the Slayer was taking a rest tonight. He was kinda surprised Willow wasn't with her. They had practically been attached to the hip like they use to be before college, but Willow was with Tara tonight.
When he came to Buffy's Street he paused. The street was silent. People eventually learned to stay off the streets. But some had gotten bold since as normal the death rate went down in the summer. Even Spike was puzzled at that. Especially since he had learned that normally when the Slayer had first come, she had been gone for the summer.
Spike wondered what Slayers did on off time. Normal Slayers practiced. But Buffy wasn't like normal Slayers. He knew Buffy did what other kids normally did. yet not. Shopping, hanging out with her pathetic friends, or was with her boyfriend Riley, was this particular Slayer. Spike glared at nothingness. He still felt it was some part of Riley's fault he had a chip. Stupid Intiative guys. And now that the placed had been buried. He doubted he would ever get the chip out.
Coming back from outer space to the corner he was on, he walked to Buffy's house.
It wasn't that he cared what the slayer was doing; never in a million years would he care. He was just very bored and alone with his thoughts. He only thought of her when he had to, anyway.
Yep, that was the only time she ever crossed his mind. Really. Honestly. Spike smacked his forehead with his palm, sending painful sensations reeling through his cranium. Bloody hell, he loved thinking of her.
Spike's eyes widened. "I did not just think that!!" he yelled.
He looked around quickly.
He sighed with relief when he saw it was still quiet; there was no one else around. He was on bad enough terms with the other vampires already, he didn't need to give his former mates more ammunition. He didn't need humans thinking he was as crazy as his ex, Drusilla. He had gotten tired through the years of people looking at him when she did or said something peculiar.
For instance, there was one time when they were in Paris. They had gone into the doll shop, and its owner had shown Drusilla a lovely doll.
She started clapping, saying that that was her doll. The doll that would share her secrets with her.
The shop keeper had said "Tout de le monde ont une doll qui est por il," which Spike interpreted as, 'Every girl has a doll that is made for her...'
The shop keeper had said "Ce qui un beau nom. Comment vous a fait venez vers le haut de avec il?" 'What a beautiful name. How did you come up with it?'
Spike began to squirm, knowing what was coming.
Drusilla leaned closer and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "Madamoiselle Edith m'a indiqué ainsi dans ma tête. Elle dit qu'elle m'attendu." Spike translating his thoughts into, 'Mademoiselle Edith told me so in my head. She says she waited for me.' Dru began to dance around the shop in wild circles with her doll.
The shop keeper watched her nervously, afraid that she was going to crash into one of her expensive displays. Then as Spike turned to look at her Drusilla did crash into a display. The shop keeper look horrified. Then gave Spike that "look;" the one that clearly said, 'You must be crazy to hang with a person like that.'
It was as though they thought he was they insane one.
Then she started yelling on and on about how they were going to have to pay for everything that was broken.
Spike had then proceeded to make a meal out of her by ripping her heart out, handing that to Dru, after she was done, the drained the woman to death.
Perhaps they were right, he figured, what vampire would think things about the slayer that didn't involve torturing or killing her, at least, not immediately. He shuddered. They were bad thoughts, indeed.
"I don't think like that," he assured himself.
Ever since the spell that had them in love, engaged to be married, and the in counter at the bronze when she had gone on and on frustrating him more and more. Dammit. He knew he could not have her. That is was wrong. She didn't have to throw it in his face. No wonder why that poof that was his sire left. She was to much of a Bloody temptation. No one in their right mind could ignore her. Since he had seen her in the Bronze for the first time, he had just played it off as hate. She was the Slayer of vampires. And he was a vampire. But he couldn't really put it off as that anymore. Not really. That dumb spell had made sure of that. He would never be able to tell Buffy that if it wasn't for her expression of disgust, then he would not have known the spell had been taken off.
As he came up to her porch, he noticed all the lights were off in the front part. Tapping the book in his hand, he went around and he noticed her light was on at her bedroom window. Has he put the book in his mouth so he could climb up the tree. While he was climbing up heard music coming from her room. He dodged the window, since the blinds were up. Looking in, he frowned when he didn't see her. Noticing another light was coming out of the hallway, he waited. Hoping she would come to her room soon. He set the book inside the window, then went back to hiding. Finally he saw her come into her room.
The first thing that registered to his brain was that she was in a light green towel. A very short, light green towel.
Spike gulped. Ignoring the borrowed blood going down to a lower region of his body. Then took in a deep unneeded breath. Thinking maybe this wasn't a good idea, cause this could not be good for his health to stay around. He had already put the book in her room.
He then registered what Buffy was doing.
Holding a bottle of shampoo.
Singing. Singing 'Natural Woman'.
Into the bottle of shampoo.
Just like those crazy women in the Herbal Essence commercials.
Spikes jaw dropped in amazement.
As Buffy continued to sing into the bottle of shampoo along with the song, Spike started to laugh.
He watched her drop the bottle of shampoo and turn as white as a ghost. Then when she looked up and looked right into his eyes, she turned a deep crimson red, when she noticed it was him.
She ran to the window.
Spike suddenly lost his footing, while he fell to the ground thinking it would most likely hurt, he still laughed. When he hit the ground, he sat back up and looked to the window. Brushing his hand over his face, he noticed that his cheeks where wet with blood, from his laughing.
"Serves you right Spike. Next time don't be a peeping tom!" she yelled to him.
Spike still chuckling at the sight of the big bad Slayer singing into a bottle of shampoo, in a short green towel.
Oh that picture was going to stay with him for a very long time.
He looked up in time to see that towel drop from her, but Buffy grabbed it before Spike could get a look at her. Spike felt a pang of disappointment.
Spike rolled his eyes at his 17 year old feelings.
Yelling up at her so she could hear him, but so that the neighbors could not hear, he said "Well, it was defiantly worth it for that view on the Slayer. A true camcorder moment. With good picture and sound!" Spike grinned. "I keep learning all kinds of embarrassing things about you Buffy. Don't I?" Thinking back to knowing about the song she wanted to play at their wedding. Then he had told everyone when she didn't give him a cookie.
"Spike, please don't be a big mouth about it." Buffy pleaded.
Spike of course just laughed at that. Knowing she knew the chances of that happening.
"What do you think? Till next time Slayer." Spike yelled cheerfully. Not really wanting to leave, but thinking it best.
"Well, this was a very unforgettable night, Spike my boy." Spike said to himself.
Thinking back to the scene at Buffy's house, "Unforgettable indeed."
He then laughed again.
The End
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