Challenges: Challenge Accepted By The Challengeable!
by spikelover6661
The graveyard was dark and quiet. Just the kind of peace Buffy enjoyed very much. She could get quite used to this. She sat against a gravestone, twiddling her stake between her fingers and tossing it from one hand to the other. “Ho hum,” she sighed. “Little vampires, come out of your tiny graves and bite my exposed neck!”
As if called by Buffy, a hand shot out of the grave beneath her. She smiled pleasantly to herself. “Yay! My first action of the night!” She jumped off and waited for the vampire to take his first steps into the world. He crawled out, dirt in his hair, face in it’s pure demonic state, but Buffy still recognized the face behind it. “Owen?”
The vampire blinked. “Uh... Do I know you?”
“Know me? You have to be kidding, right? You know, Buffy, danger girl?”
“I’ve had a lot of danger girls, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“Buffy! Buffy Summers! Probably the hottest girl you ever landed!”
“Huh. I can see why I don’t remember you. We didn’t date for long. I don’t like self centered people.”
“Oh, like you aren’t?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, well no one asked you.”
“Actually, you did.”
“Shut up. We going to get this done fast. I have girls at home to feed.”
“You mean, you’re like... a mother?”
“No, you shit! I have... girls. I don’t have to explain this to you. Let’s go!” Buffy squared up, but Owen launched off the ground and knocked her off her feet in a tangle of limbs.
Meanwhile at the Summer’s house....
“I’m bored,” Dawn announced.
“Isn’t everyone?” Willow replied, holding her chin in her hands.
“I know how to make things more interesting,” Kennedy suggested raising her eyebrows.
“Oh, no. No girly-girly hanky panky. I have a better idea,” Spike said, disregarding Kennedy’s syllable of protest.
“Really? What is it?” Dawn asked, perking up immediatly.
“Little game of ‘Do It’.”
“Isn’t that like communist Truth or Dare?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Oh, nothing. Sounds interesting.”
“Alright, Red. I vote you start,” Spike said, gesturing as if to give her his undivided attention.
“Okay, Spike. You have to talk American all night.”
“Talk American?”
“Like us. Accentless. Think you can do that?” Spike scowled at her.
“Yes, I can.” He furrowed his eyebrow, making sure to keep it American and not Texan and not British and not Scottish. Everyone cracked up at the concentration it took for him to maintain the accent. “Shut it or I’ll make all of you unable to speak for the whole night!” he threatened, but still in American talk.
“My turn. Dawn, you have to give me a little kiss on the cheek,” Kennedy said. Dawn turned bright red, Spike raised his eyebrows in interest, and Willow turned around, appalled.
“Kenn! I’m the only one who give you little kisses!” Willow shrieked.
“No, you give me big kisses. Do it or I’ll make you pull your underwear all the way up your nose as a forfeit.”
“Fine, underwear up my nose, totally unpleasant.” Dawn leaned over and pressed her lips against Kennedy’s jaw for a fraction of a second and drew away quickly. Kennedy beamed and nudged her.
“Best kiss of my life,” she whispered in her ear. Dawn started and glared at the girl. Spike just kept one of his eyebrows cocked.
“My turn,” Dawn decided. “Willow, you have to pull the bongoes out of the closet and play us a little tune,” Dawn laughed.
“There are bongoes in the closet?”
“Don’t ask me how they got there, all I know, is that they are.”
Willow got up off the couch, rummaged around in the closet under the stair and pulled out a bongo set. She set it on the ground and began randomly drumming. At first, she wasn’t really into it, but then she found the passion involved in bongoing and pounded her heart out.
“That was the most horrible bongo playing I heard in my entire bloo... damn life,” Spike said. Everyone laughed again at his inability to refrain from the word “bloody”.
“My turn,” Willow announced. “Again. I want to go again. Spike, you have to drink Giles' old tea out of the pot.”
“No way! That teapot gives me the wiggins!” Spike shrieked.
“Then you have to lick the crotch of a pair of Xander’s underwear.”
“You are a sick, sick minded girl. Are you sure you aren’t in the torture business?”
“Been considered. Just do it.”
Spike gulped and approached the pot on the table like it would pounce on him at any time. He picked up like it was toxic, tilted it back and drank. It was the most vile tasting thing he had ever had the displeasure of sticking in his mouth, but he chugged it down anyway. When it was gone, he wiped his mouth and glared at Willow.
“You happy now?”
“Very.”
Dawn sighed. “This all very interesting and stuff, but I think I’m gonna go find Buffy if that’s okay with you guys.”
“No!” Kennedy stood up and grabbed Dawn’s arm, pulling her back down on the couch. “I want you to stay here with me.”
“Kennedy, lay off! It’s getting really... nasty and annoying!” Willow barked.
“Fine,” Kennedy crossed her arms over her chest. “I was banking on cute, but fine.” The doorbell rang. Willow rolled her eyes at her girlfriend and answered the door. The boy before them was about Dawn’s age and painfully gorgeous.
“Uh, hi, can I help you?” Willow asked.
“Damn, the pips are smaller than I imagined,” he said.
“Pips?”
The boy gestured with his head to Dawn. “Yeah. Angel calls her pips. Don’t ask me why. You are... Willow, right? I’m Conner.”
“Conner?”
“Angel’s son?”
“Angel has a son?”
“Okay, guess he never told you guys. Yeah, he has a son. Me. Can I please come in?” Willow stepped aside.
“Be my guest. This is Dawn.” Willow decided the teenagers, the true blue teenagers would have a lot more to talk about than the rest of them.
“Hello,” Conner nodded.
“Hi. Dawn. Angel talks about me?”
“You sound surprised. He talks a lot about people involved with the Slayer. She’s his obsession.”
“Uh-huh.” Dawn was too preoccupied by the gorgeousness of him to even really hear what he was saying.
“Anyone wanna angst?” Kennedy suggested. “This is too touchy-feely for me.”
“Kennedy, will you *please* shut up?” Willow begged.
“Fine. A girl can take a hint.” Kennedy crossed her arms again and pranced away, nose in the air.
“Yeah, when she gets drilled in her a million times,” Spike replied.
“Who are you?” Conner asked.
“Alas, poor Yorick! Angel never told you?”
“No.”
“Spike? Ring a bell?”
“The British vampire?”
“One in the same.”
“You have... an American dialect.”
“It was a game we were playing. Got do itted by Red.”
“Do itted?”
“Might as well ignore the grammar ‘round here.”
“So, uh, Conner, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, right. Angel wanted me to give you this.” Out of his coat, Conner produced a spell book and handed it to Willow. “Well, I better be going. Nice to meet you all. Dawn.” Conner nodded to the girl, winked at her, and left, the door slamming behind him.
“This is the weirdest night ever. I am going to sleep for centuries,” Willow announced.
“I second that. Night, Spike.”
“Night.” The gang disassembled and turned out the lights, completely forgetting Buffy was out on patrol. She entered the dark house, blinking.
“Guys? Hello? Anyone home?” But everyone was sound asleep by the time she got home. “Damn. Wanted to tell them about Owen.” Buffy yawned. “But I guess it can wait till tomorrow and she went to bed.”
THE END!!!
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