Something Old, Something New
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all this fantastic stuff, unfortunately. But come on, if I actually owned BtVS do you really think that Buffy would have left Spike hanging after telling him she loves him? No. No, she wouldn't have. So instead, I'll just opt for small-time wish fulfillment by writing this stuff. Read on!
Info: This story is about what would have happened had Willow not gotten back so soon during the episode 'Something Blue' (I know you all know that one!) and Buffy and Spike had gotten married before the spell was lifted. I hope that if anyone reads it, they have as much fun doing so as I'm having writing it. Please be kind, this is my first non-Harry Potter fanfic. We start out in the crypt scene where Willow originally reversed the curse…
Chapter One: Something Old…
Buffy got up reluctantly. Kissing her fiancée was all well and good, but Xander and Anya were fighting a demon over in the other corner of the crypt. Sighing, she leapt over the coffin in the way and hit the demon square in the chest with a stake. Hissing, it fell to the ground and dissolved into a bubbling puddle. Dusting her hands off, she walked back to Spike and pulled him to his feet.
Recently, Spike had proposed to her. It had come on so suddenly- one minute she was wishing she could kill him, the next she just knew that this was the way things were meant to be. The weirdest thing was that she loved him so much and yet didn't even like him, though he was slowly starting to grow on her. Still, there was such chemistry there! How could it possibly be wrong to marry Spike? She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, though some small part of her shuddered at the very thought.
Helping her almost-hubby to walk towards the door of the crypt, Buffy checked to make sure that there were no more demons on the way. Xander had had a spell cast on him by Willow, making him a literal demon magnet. Giles had also been cast upon, inadvertently making him blind. Giles! Buffy panicked as she realized that they had left him all alone at the Magic Box. They had better get back to check on him, if not to make sure no one was injured badly.
Walking out the door with her hand around Spike's waist, Buffy caught Xander's disgusted look. Rolling her eyes, she wondered to herself why the rest of the gang thought that Willow had also cast a spell on her and Spike. Couldn't they all see that their love was real? Couldn't they tell that Buffy knew what she was doing, and that it was not a spell? Obviously not, she thought, annoyed.
Buffy was distracted by Spike as he looked over at her with his deep blue eyes, standing on his own now. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he leaned in slowly, allowing her breath to grow quick with anticipation. Kissing her softly, he pulled away after a second to wrap his arms around her and hold her in his embrace. Reaching up to pat his hand, Buffy smiled to herself. She had been so very, very wrong about Spike. Even without a soul, he was still the best vampire she had ever known. Granted, she didn't get to know many vampires too well before she dusted them, but still…
Spike looked into Buffy's eyes, seemingly puzzled by what he saw.
"What're you thinkin' about, luv?" he asked her softly, wanting to know what was on her mind.
"Angel." she answered, taking him by surprise. Instantly his eyes narrowed and he took a step back.
"What did I say about that name?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Buffy pulled him back by his jacket.
"I was just thinking about how even without a soul, you are still one million times better than that brooding, overgrown little boy of a vampire." she said, her voice strong with conviction. Spike put on that smirk that used to drive her crazy. It still did, just in a very different way.
"Oh. That's alright then, pet. Just don't like his name marrin' your lips, is all…" he said back to her, then grabbed her and began to kiss her in earnest. Latching her legs around his waist, Buffy hopped into his arms, kissing him back with just as much gusto.
Watching from the entrance to the crypt stood a very unhappy Xander and a really bored Anya.
Back at the Magic Box, Giles sat down with the gang. Willow had yet to return from wherever the demon had taken her, but at least Anya had reassured everyone he was almost certainly not going to kill her; just make her a proposition. Everyone had said that of course Willow would turn him down, Willow wasn't like that, Willow was sweet and innocent, yadda yadda yadda. As per usual, Anya drove to the quick of things.
"I'm not so sure. D'Hoffryn can make some pretty enticing offers…and really, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" she said, and smiled. "I think it's one of the most accurate sayings humans have come up with."
"Anya, please get to the point," Xander said.
"Well, how can we be so sure that Willow will turn him down? She's powerful, heartbroken, and being offered a chance at vengeance. How many women would turn down an opportunity like that?" she said, tone growing wistful towards the end. Everyone stopped what they were doing, even Spike and Buffy, who were kissing in the corner.
"Wha- what?" Buffy asked, dumbfounded that the possibility even existed. Still, a niggling doubt at the back of her mind began to surface. Willow had been acting off, had even cursed their friends! Become a vengeance demon? Could she? More importantly…would she?
"You heard me," Anya said, raising one eyebrow. Why was everyone acting shocked? It was a great deal!
Shocked, Buffy rested her head on Spike's shoulder, allowing him to absent-mindedly play with her hair. Whether Willow decided to become a demon or not, the question still remained about Xander and Giles' curses. It was dangerous for Giles to be blind, and even more so for Xander to become a demon magnet- they would never be able to rest again as long as he was around. Willow needed to come back and fix this, preferably soon.
"Well, in the meantime, I suggest we put some protective wards around the store. Willow was the best witch of us all, but I'm sure between Anya and myself, we will be able to protect ourselves from Xander's curse. At least, for the time being, anyway," Giles said, always the voice of reason. "I suggest we begin soon, though, as we don't know how strong the curse is."
Anya went over to a bookshelf and pulled out a thick tome. She read for a minute and then wrinkled her nose.
"I don't usually like this wiccan stuff, but it seems it's the fastest way…" Anya muttered, her voice trailing off.
Then, crossing the room, she grabbed some sand and several candles. Placing them in the right spots around the room and sprinkling the sand on door- and window-sills, Anya sat down in the middle of the circle of candles.
"Could someone lead Giles over to me?" she asked. Xander jumped up and led Giled to where he needed to sit.
"Okay, Giles. I know you can't read the text, so just repeat after me and focus on the spell. This should work…" Anya said, hoping that no demons would come in before the spell was done.
"Oh, great Mother, hear our plea," Anya said.
"Oh, great Mother, hear out plea," Giles repeated after her. Continuing on like this for a while longer, Anya led the way throught the spell and at the end of it, all of the purple sand in the doorways and windows shone and melted into the wood, leaving a glowing line where it had been. Satisfied the spell had worked, Anya grabbed the candles and stood up again, putting them back to where they were supposed to go.
"Hey," she asked. "Where's Spike and Buffy?"
"Spike, I need to talk to you." Buffy said seriously. They had crept off to Buffy's training room at the back of the shop, and Buffy's tone had Spike seriously shivering. He hoped it was nothing serious; that she wasn't getting cold feet about marrying him.
"Listen, it's about the wedding." Buffy said, taking a deep breath. "I think that we…well, I think we shouldn't have it."
Spike wasn't prepared for how hard a blow those words were. His blue eyes were prickling, a new sensation.
"Oh…if you think that's best, I understand. I don't want to force you to stay with me if you don't want to, pet." he said, instantly knowing he wanted to take the words back, but also that he meant them.
Buffy looked baffled. Her face paled and she hugged Spike tightly.
"No, Spike. Oh, God, no! I just meant that we should go sooner. My friends don't approve of us, and I'm afraid that if we don't get married now they might try to break us apart or something. Xander wants to stake you every time he sees you! He's come close a couple of times, and if we were married, I know he wouldn't try, even if it was just to not hurt me." she said, all in a rush. "Spike, can we elope?"
Whatever Spike was expecting, it wasn't this. Shell-shocked, he was silent for a minute, but when Buffy drew away and started to look hurt, he snapped out of it.
"Of- of course, luv. So you actually want to stay with me then?" he asked. Buffy scoffed.
"Haven't you been listening? I love you and I want us to be together always." she said. Though her tone started as chiding, it was perfectly clear she meant what she said. Spike leaned in for a tight hug, but Buffy was having none of that. Taking his face in her small hands, she kissed him furiously, knocking him into her training dummy and onto the floor- not that either of them really noticed.
A/N: Hello, all. Well, Buffy fan fiction seems to have reached its heyday in 2004 or so…so probably no one will even read this. *Sigh* Oh, well. I write for the fun of it! Please, if you read this, give me a review! I would love to have anyone/everyone's input. Let me know if you think there is too much going on in this chapter…I usually hate 3-chapter fanfics, but I don't see how I can spin this out longer with so much in each chapter. It's my first fanfic (besides Harry Potter) and I think three chapters will be just about perfect for this story. Okay, thanks! Sorry for the longest a/n EVER. If I have more than one chapter up…read on after reviewing! (Oh, and feel free to send me suggestions via personal message.) Okay, I'll go work on the next chapter now. Bye! ;)