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Second Youth by Ariel Dawn
 
Frost Monsters and Stupid Vampires
 
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Frost Monsters and Stupid Vampires

“Isn’t this something we should be taking care of?” asked Willow when Buffy told her friends about the frozen museum guard. “Maybe it’s some sort of frost demon who likes to eat diamonds.”

Buffy laughed. They were all sitting around the magic shop, Xander, Willow, Tara, Amy, Spike and Dawn.

“No, that’s a good idea Wills but I’ve done this before and it turned out that there was no such thing.”

“I’ve never heard of one before,” said Anya, her nose buried in Today’s Bride Magazine.

“I know Warren, Jonathan and Andrew took it and I really don’t want to end up blinvisible Buffy again. Although, the invisible Spike sex...lots of fun. Good times.”

“TMI! shouted Dawn.”

Buffy rolled her eyes.

“Warren, the guy who made the Buffy Bot?” asked Xander.

Xander had to be the one to ask that question.

“Yes Xander,” conceded Buffy.

“And Jonathan? Jonathan wacky glamour Jonathan?” asked Willow.

“What about the other one?” asked Amy.

“Andrew. Tucker Wells’ brother...”

“Who?” asked Xander.

“The guy who set hell hounds on the prom...”

“Ah yes. I didn’t know his parents decided to procreate again, after that stellar contribution to the population,” spouted Xander

“Apparently so.”

“Wait...Andrew Wells? Like Wells...Eleanor Michelle Summers-Wells?” said Dawn.

“Uh...” Buffy trailed off, hoping to be saved from those around the table.

“Oh god. I marry a guy who’s a diamond stealer?” panicked Dawn.

“I never said you married him.”

“I’m an unwed mother too! Oh god!” Dawn sat with a thump on the ladder.

“Dawn it’s not that bad!” protested Buffy.

“What are you talking about?!”

Buffy groaned. Truthfully she didn’t know how to handle this. She looked to Anya for a little help, but all the ex demon could do was to shrug.

“Dawnie I know nothing I say is gonna make you feel better, but it all makes sense when you have Eleanor, believe me.”

Dawn seemed happier at that statement. But the rest of the scoobies, except Anya seemed really very confused.

“So you don’t need Scooby action for this then?” asked Xander.

“Yes, we made plans for out own Scooby action,” said Anya proudly. “I’m mastering the art of the innuendo,” supplied the shop keeper.

Willow had gross face on.

“You should take lessons from Spike,” said Buffy

“Oy!” shouted Spike.

“Oh excuse me Mr ‘all we’ve done is dance.’”

Spike smirked.
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Buffy and Spike walked through one of Sunnydale’s many cemeteries hand in hand on patrol, only moments after the impromptu meeting about the frost monster.

“Why are you so worried about the three nerds love?” asked Spike.

“Cause they are more dangerous than they appear.”

“Fine don’t tell me.”

“Spike! It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, it’s just that, well, haven’t I let slip enough damaging future stuff? Hell, now that I’ve interfered, Eleanor might not even be born. I’m pretty sure that Dawn won’t have the opportunity to get to be friends with Andrew now...”

“What happens there?”

“Andrew’s gay. Dawn and he got to be very good friends after we moved to Rome. They both wanted a kid, decided to have one together...Andrew and Dawn were both watchers at the time. Andrew saw Eleanor as much as he could but he was assigned to Australia pretty soon after she was born. Then Andrew was killed by a Polgara demon, Dawn was killed by her slayer who was turned and Aunt Buffy got to raise a beautiful seven year old.”

“Why didn’t you tell the nibblet that?”

“I don’t know...It just seemed better if she didn’t know.”

They walked on for a few more minutes before Buffy felt tinglies on the back of her neck that were not Spike’s.

“Ok Angel, you can come out from where ever you are hiding,” said Buffy into the darkness.

From behind a monument, Angel crept, and stopped right in front of the couple.

Buffy looked at Spike contemplatively. “You win.”

Spike smirked and rubbed his hands together.

“Don’t look to happy,” continued Buffy.

“Dare I ask what he wins?” asked Angel.

“I have to get ‘Spike’s Toy’ tattooed on my ass,” said Buffy with a smile.

Angel growled.

“I think it’s a little unfair, I didn’t ask for body mutilation for my half of the bet.”

“You accepted the bet fair and square Slayer. I agreed to your corn on the cob fest, so that you could enjoy the wonderfulness of your teeth.”

Buffy smiled again and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“So what can we do for you Angel?” asked Buffy.

“Leave him,” stated Angel.

“Well that’s not going to happen, poofter,” said Spike.

“It will if I challenge the claim, childe.”

“Whoa, there will be no challenge-y talk here!” shouted Buffy.

“Stay out of this Buffy!” ordered Angel.

“NO! I will not! He’s mine Angel, I won’t be giving him up not for you, not for Xander or Riley or Giles or Wood. He. Is. Mine. So you can just back off brood boy.”

“This is not your place Buffy.”

“Oh no? But is it yours? Are you the head of the Aurelius Clan?”

Angel looked at Buffy oddly.

“I never told you she was back...How do you know...Did you see Darla?” said Angel.

Buffy let her mouth hang open.

“Darla’s dust, you traitorous childe!” shouted Spike.

Buffy could tell that this was no joking matter for him. The death of Darla had always grated on his nerves. The fact that Angel had killed Darla to protect Buffy, was a painful fact. Sure he had threatened to stake Dru for her...but that was different right? He hadn’t actually done it.

“When did she come back Angel?” asked Buffy.

“You mean you don’t know?”

“No, I was going to refer to the fact that you had a soul and are hardly qualified to be head of the clan. When did Darla come back?”

Angel hung his head.

“When did she come back?” Buffy asked louder.

“She’s been back since last year,” mumbled Angel.

“Wow, so you really aren’t the head of the clan then are you?” said Buffy. “Maybe we should go pay great grandmummy a visit then?”

“No!” shouted Angel.

“No?” asked Spike. “Don’t think you’ve got the right to tell me what to do there, Angel, you’re all soul having.”

“Why can’t we?” asked Buffy.

Angel hemmed and hawed some more before Buffy decided to let the matter drop.

“Are you still intending to challenge the claim Angel?” she asked.

Angel looked up at the blond couple.

“You were mine,” said Angel.

“No, I was never yours. You fed off me Angel. That was it. There were no rights. If anything I was Dracula’s. Doesn’t matter now though. I am Spike’s and he’s mine.”

“I don’t accept that.”

“Do you feel like we are going in circles here?” Buffy asked Spike.

“Little bit,” agreed Spike.

“Angel. Nothing you can say is going to make this go back to the way it was. Either challenge or leave. Cause frankly this is getting kinda tedious.”

Buffy grabbed Spike’s hand and walked past the brooding vampire.
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Buffy and Spike returned home from patrol, ‘bringing the building down’ sex and a visit to the tattoo parlour. That wasn’t something she was going to change. How many people can say that a building fell down because they were having sex in it? It’s a mark of achievement. They didn’t stay though. Why bother, when they had a comfy bed waiting for them at home.

Sitting on the couch watching TV were Dawn and Tara.

“I’m excited. Are you excited. Party tomorrow!” said Dawn as soon as Buffy kneeled/sat down beside her on the couch. Her ass was a little sore from the visit to the tattoo artist.

“I just hope that it doesn’t scare Xander too much,” said Tara.

Dawn giggled. “I wonder if he’ll faint.”

“Did we get replies from everyone?” asked Buffy.

“Almost. The important people at least,” said Dawn.

Buffy looked at the clock, it was way past Dawn’s bed time. Anticipating her sister, Dawn announced that she was going to bed. Walking towards the stairs, Dawn let out a scream as she passed the door of the house.

“Buffy!”

Buffy shot up out of the living room and ran to her sister’s side.

In the front lawn was Angel, in game face, carrying a torch and pouring blood in a circle on the lawn. Ordinarily Dawn wouldn’t have screamed at that. It was the fact that Angel was naked that had caused the hysterics.

“Dawn go to bed,” ordered Buffy.

“What the hell is he doing?” asked Dawn.

“Challenging the claim,” muttered Buffy. “Dawn, bed, now.”

“Bloody buggering hell,” muttered Spike from behind her.

Spike moved to go out the door and face his challenger.

“No,” ordered Buffy, pulling him back.

“Slayer, you can’t deny me this.”

“No I can’t. But it’s my challenge too. I won’t let you fight him alone. I claimed you first.”

“The poofter doesn’t care who claimed who, Buffy.”

“He should. Let me try to talk to him again.”

“Won’t do any good.”

“Perhaps, but I have to try.”

Spike stared into her eyes for a moment, silently asking permission to do something she knew he was going to do anyway. Without a word, Buffy tilted her head to give him access to her neck and his marks.

“Mine,” he growled sinking his fangs into her neck.

“Yours,” she answered.

Spike licked his marks and tugged his shirt over his head, then tilted his own head for her better access.

“Mine,” she said simply, before biting hard into his neck.

“Yours,” he acknowledged.

Buffy wiped her blood covered mouth and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Don’t do anything stupid out there,” she warned.

“Me? Never.”
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tbc..
 
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