Title:
Chocolate Kisses and Blood Red Roses (1/1)
Series:
When Things Go Strange #7
Author: Jericho Quentin
Pairings: S/X/L/Aus
Email: qjero@go.com, i666hmmm420@yahoo.com
Summary: It’s a very special Valentine’s Day for the Scooby gang…
Rating:
R (cause I’m contrary like that)
Warning: Character death and gross descriptions of said dead people.
Archive: go for it
Disclaimer: Joss: “You know, Jericho, they do belong to me.” Jericho:
“La la la, I’m not listening, la la la.”
Willow and Buffy were walking through the cemetery on patrol, when Willow heard a rustling in the bushes. “Buffy,” she hissed quietly. “There’s something in the bushes over there.”
“Stay back,” said Buffy, moving
forward, “We have to be very careful since there’s been all those vamp
attacks.”
“Right, because we’re so not used to
that.”
“Not at this level,” said Buffy
worriedly. “It’s like, ever
since Angel, Spike, Xander, and Lindsey showed up, vamp activity has
increased.”
Willow pondered that for a second, “Hey,
do you think that…”
Buffy interrupted Willow with quiet
giggles. “Willow, think about
what you were about to say.”
“Sorry, I don’t know what I was
thinking.” She and Buffy snuck
forward stealthily and looked through the large gaps in the branches.
What they saw shocked them to the core.
“Oh my god!
Xander!” shrieked Willow in disbelief.
“Nice tongue action,” snickered Buffy.
“But Spike?”
Spike and Xander moved out of the bushes,
doing jeans back up and tucking shirts back in.
For each other. “So, pet,
looks like they caught us.”
“Yep.
Buffy, Willow. Spike and I
are together,” said Xander completely straight-faced.
“I’m so happy for you,” said Willow
excitedly. “I was wondering when
you’d figure out you were gay.”
“Well, actually…”
“Cause this is so great! Now we can go shopping and you can do my hair and…”
Xander looked at Spike helplessly.
Spike shrugged as Willow continued to babble, so Xander vamped out.
“Look,” he said, ignoring the horrified shrieks coming from the
girls. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got places to go, people to
kill, vamps to fuck. You know, the
usual.”
“Xander, you’re… you’re…”
“They’re gone,” said Buffy.
“I can’t believe it. We’ve
got to go tell Giles.
“And you laughed when I was going to say
they might be the cause.”
“Fine, you were right.”
The two girls ran into Giles’ house and
slammed the door. “Giles!”
shrieked Buffy. “Giles! We have a
huge problem.”
Willow turned green as she looked into the
living room. “Buffy,” she said,
“look, they’ve already been here.”
Buffy stared at the mutilated corpse of her
Watcher. His eyes had been removed
from his skull and stared out at the two horrified girls from a bouquet of white
roses that had been dipped in Giles’ blood.
Buffy reached over to the roses and gingerly pulled out a card.
Opening it, she read it aloud. “‘These
roses are red, here’s looking at you, your Watcher is dead, and so are
you.’”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Willow,” said
Xander, stepping out into the room. He
was followed by the other three vampires.
“Do you like the roses, Buffy?” asked
Angelus. “The flower shop gave me
white roses, so I had to paint them myself.”
Before the two girls could even react, they
were each grabbed by two vampires. Buffy
watched helplessly as Xander and Lindsey drained Willow.
Then Angelus and Spike turned their gamefaces toward her.
“Oh, by the way, Buffy,” snickered Angelus.
“The Watcher’s Council would like to extend their gratitude to you
and your long years of serving as the Slayer, but they feel you’ve wrked long
enough.”
“Enjoy your eternal reward,” said Spike
gleefully as he and Angelus sank their fangs into her neck, draining the Slayer
quickly.
The End (For Good. I Mean It.)
