Persons in Mirror… Chapter 1/?

… Are Less Human Than They Appear

Give it a chance, everybody!!!!

Happy Birthday to me!!!!  hehe.  Anyway, I have three chapters of a short story.  There’s only a couple chapters left.  Unfort. the plot kitties haven’t visited me since I went on the Paxil.  So cross  your fingers that I can find them soon.

Title: Persons in Mirror…
Summary: …Are Less Human Than They Appear
Pairings: Spuffy, Xander/Anya, Angel/Cordy, Willow/Oz
Rating: NC-17 for language mostly

Chapter 1

Buffy Summers looked around the costume store. She wanted to find some clothes that were reminiscent of her favorite character on her favorite television show, Joan the Vampire Slayer. All she really needed were some leather pants and a wooden stake. Then, she’d look the part.

“What are you doing here, Summers?” a sneering voice said from behind Buffy.

The petite blond turned to find William ‘Spike’ Jamison standing behind her with his friend Clem Smith. Her eyes flickered over the two young men before she sneered in return. “It’s a public place, Captain Peroxide. Besides, it’s none of your beeswax.”

“You lookin’ for a slut costume?” Spike gave a vicious chuckle. “Hopin’ to find some jackass to shag your skinny little bod?”

“You’ll never know!” Buffy turned to march away.

Spike elbowed Clem with a lewd grin as he watched Buffy’s butt wiggle.

Buffy started to look through the costumes on the other side of the store from Spike and Clem. Within a few minutes, Spike sidled up to her. His eyes went to Clem before he muttered, “Bloody hell, luv, fightin’ with you makes me horny.”

Buffy glanced at Spike’s friend. Clem was still talking to a girl looking at a cat costume. “Not here, Spike. You know they’ll all freak if they find out about us dating.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Yes, Joan.”

“I should have never told you that I wanted to go as Joan the Vampire Slayer,” Buffy huffed.

“I tuned in last week, pet.” Spike smirked. “She should be called Joan the Vampire Layer.”

“Hey, Randy is a noble vampire. He’s a good guy on a mission of redemption. He has a soul and helps with the hopeless.” Buffy glared at Spike.

“He’s a bleedin’ nancyboy is what he is.”

“I like Randy,” Buffy hissed. “Bet you’re too chicken to dress up as him for Halloween.” She tucked her hands into her armpits, flapped her elbows, and clucked like a chicken.

“Those are fightin’ words, Summers. I’ll show you!” Spike glanced over at Clem again. “But I’m keepin’ the duster. Meet me in the usual place later?”

“Restfield, the crypt.” Buffy nodded. She watched as her bleached blond, Big Bad, secret boyfriend slinked away from her. She sighed in lust before she went back to finding a costume.

“What did Jamison want?”

Buffy turned to find her friends standing behind her. She shrugged in a manner she hoped looked casual. “Same old, same old. So, guys, what are you going as for Halloween?”

“We’re going as a witch and a werewolf,” Willow said while she indicated herself and her boyfriend Oz.

“Yeah, here’s mine.” Oz grabbed a piece of paper and a pen off the counter. On the paper he wrote the word ‘werewolf’. “I’ll pin it to my shirt.”

“That’s a good one,” Xander chortled. “I have a tool belt and overalls. All I need is a hard hat to be a construction worker.” He looked around the costume shop. “There’s one over there.”

“I’m going as that demoness Aud from Joan the Vampire Slayer,” Anya announced. “She’s the coolest. I bet she gets lots of orgasms with her powers.”

“I’m going as Count Dracula,” Angel said with a smirk. “Everyone knows vamps have the most fun, except that Randy ass. He’s such a nerd.”

Angel’s girlfriend Cordelia grinned wickedly. “I thought about going as a cat, but then I decided I’d go as Jewel, the gypsy seer from Joan’s show.”

“Oh, I’m going as Joan,” Buffy said. “Willow, you should so go as Red Tree from the show. At least <I>your</I> hair matches the character better than mine or Cordy’s.” She tilted her head. “For some reason, I keep thinking Tara MacClay should have a different hair shade.”

“Oh, that’s easy to remedy,” Cordelia replied. “Mom’s got a bunch of wigs left over from that wig stage she went through. We’ll take a look at those after school tomorrow.”

“Great! Everybody fan out and find our costumes.” Buffy turned back to the rack of clothes she was searching through. She glanced over at Spike who picked up a padded hat with flaps.

Spike glanced over at Buffy. He lifted the hat higher for her to see. Then he flashed her a toothy grin, showing off the vampire teeth he had secreted into his mouth.

Buffy rolled her eyes. Before she could do anything else, Andrew Wells, Sunnydale High School’s biggest geek, rushed into the store. “Did you hear that Jake Wheaton aka The Whistler, creator of Joan the Vampire Slayer, is going to be in Sunnydale on Halloween? He’s having a big party at the Crawford Street Mansion. He’s making each room a different location from Rainypeak.”

Rainypeak, of course, was the little town where Joan fought vampires, demons, and apocalypses on a weekly basis.

“Are you sure?” Buffy asked. This could make Halloween so much cooler.

Andrew shot a nervous glance at Mr. Giles, the costume store owner before he answered, “Yep. I’m positive. I saw it with my own two eyes.”

Buffy clapped her hands to get her friends’ attention. “That settles it, guys. We’re gonna be the absolute best Joan characters ever.”

Cordelia, Willow, and Anya nodded in agreement. As the other girls rushed off, Buffy spared a glance for Spike. To her friends it appeared like another part of the two blonds’ ongoing war, but both Buffy and Spike knew that Buffy was telling him he had better co-operate.

~~~

Spike slipped into the crypt in Restfield cemetery that he and Buffy had deemed theirs. He hated that she was scared of her friends’ reactions to their relationship, but he loved her with all his heart. There wasn’t anything that Spike would deny Buffy.

The bleached blond pulled the plastic vamp teeth out of his pocket. He grimaced as he thought about dressing up as geeky, noble Randy the vampire. Bloody Hell, the only thing he and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, the actor who portrayed Randy, had in common was their birth country.

Of course, Buffy didn’t have much in common with the tall, lanky Texan Winifred Burkle that played Joan. Not that Spike cared of course. He had only watched the show for Buffy. Everyone knew that Passions and Dawson’s Creek were much better programming.

Spike glanced around the crypt to make sure nothing looked disturbed before he opened the trapdoor to the secret room hidden below. It might be a hole in the ground, but he was proud of what he and Buffy had done with the place.

Spike jumped down to the next level. He was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend spread out in an enticing manner on the mattress that they had snuck out of the basement of Buffy’s house.

Best of all, Buffy was completely and totally naked.

~~~

“I sure hope this works, Mr. Giles,” Andrew muttered to the costume store owner.

“Of course it’ll work.” Giles squeezed the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t exactly thrilled that he was working with Andrew Wells, but he didn’t have much choice in the matter. “It worked last time, didn’t it?”

Andrew looked doubtful despite Giles’ reassurances. “I suppose so.”

 

Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/274134.html