Spike stood at the bottom of the
garden path, proudly letting Buffy and Willow give him the once over.
“Spike, sweetie. You look……..”
Willow finished Buffy’s sentence. She needed to prevent the Slayer from
choking on her own salivating tongue.
“Incredibly sexy….Oooh, did I just say that? I meant nice, well
turned-out, dapper.” She took a deep breath “So to sum up, you look
“Oh hell.” Buffy cried. “You just look incredible.”
Spike smoothed down the long black cloak and beamed at the two girls.
“I know. Ta very much, though.”
Buffy stalked around the vampire to cop an eyeful of the rest of Spike’s
“I’ve got to say. The Dracula look really suits. I never would have
thought it, with the blond hair an’ all.”
“You know, I said the exact same thing to Xan. But he was insistent. Just
goes to show, my boy really does have taste.”
“Xander picked this out?” Willow exclaimed.
“Yup. We decided we’d dress each other up this year”
Buffy looked suspiciously at the vampire. “Do I want to know what you
dressed Xander in? Because if it’s anything involving leathers, whips or
chains, then I’m outa here, right now.”
“Don’t have a coronary, Slayer. It’s nothing like that. Oh, here he comes
They all turned around just in time to see a large, round, orange thing
fall out of the front door and onto the ground with a thump. The large,
round, orange thing went “ooof’”, bounced a couple of times, and rolled
steadily down the garden path. It came to a rest at Spike’s feet.
Buffy and Willow covered their mouths and tried desperately not to laugh.
“You alright down there, luv?”
“Spike, you are a complete bastard.”
“Course I am, that’s why you love me. Now, C’mon, pumpkin, lemme help you
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