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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 14, 2007 23:58:16 GMT -5
Sighing as she flipped the channel again, Buffy was becoming angry at the local tv listings, there was nothing on and she was bored out of her mind. Not only was there no slaying to do that night since it was taken care of earlier, there was nothing on T.V. She mumbled under her breath some rather rude things to the T.V. before switching it off and making her way to the kitchen to find something to drink, or keep her occupied.
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Post by Spike on Feb 15, 2007 16:32:40 GMT -5
This was a mistake. No, scratch that. This was a BIG mistake. Spike new that long before he'd come near the Summers' door. Of course, that'd never stopped him before, why should it stop him now? As he rose his hand to ring the bell he stopped. Why was he here again? After spending all that time tracking down Buffy he'd forgotten why he was looking for her in the first place. Oh right, to mooch and to gain an invitation for future breaking and entering purposes. Things were so much easier when he could just walk into her house. At least he only had to be invited in once. Unless of course, she'd completely changed her tune and made it a point to uninvite vampires every time she invited one in or she just didn't invite them in at all, even the souled ones.... Highly unlikely. Now that he thought about it, Spike hadn't seen Buffy since... Well since he'd saved the world three years ago. Wonder if she's changed much... He certainly had, appearance wise anyway. But then, this was coming from a vampire who changed his look maybe once every twenty years. His hair, though still bleached blonde, was more befitting of his name and he even let his roots show. He still had his leather coat but the rest of his clothing seemed to have drifted slightly back to his 80's punk days. Whether or not that actually counts as updating his look is a matter of opinion. Okay, enough stalling. Finally, Spike rang the doorbell.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 15, 2007 17:21:48 GMT -5
Shutting the fridge door in frustration.Buffy groaned as the doorbell rang, interuppting her moments of complete boredness. She looked down at her Pink top and then to her blue jeans, making sure she was somewhat decent to see someone of any importance, such as her land lord. She walked to the door, and pulled it open, and to her astonishment, saw "Spike?!" she said half in shock, the other half in question.
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Post by Spike on Feb 16, 2007 0:24:07 GMT -5
"Buffy." Spike had to admit he was slightly surprised by Buffy's reaction. He wasn't sure what else to do aside from return her declaration of his name.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 16, 2007 0:32:26 GMT -5
Buffy stunned that he spoke, she wasn't expecting him to be real, "Umm, wha-, how, when?" The questions and confusion flooded her all at once, she didn't know how to react, heck she didn't even know if this was real.
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Post by Spike on Feb 16, 2007 0:38:49 GMT -5
"When what?" Spike raised a scarred eyebrow. Clearly it wasn't registering in his brain that she didn't know he wasn't dead anymore. "I need a bit more information than incoherent questions, Slayer."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 16, 2007 0:45:31 GMT -5
"How are you back, I mean I saw you, you were dead, blown up to be more exact. How are you here?" She asked all at once, her not usually this mixed up. She walked inside heading to her couch needing to sit down from all the shock.
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Post by Spike on Feb 16, 2007 0:56:19 GMT -5
Spike stood in the doorway. Awkward moment. Asking her to invite him in didn't seem right, but he really didn't want to stand there all night. "It's a long story," he called into the room. "Apparently, there's such things as vampire ghosts."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 16, 2007 1:04:29 GMT -5
Buffy lost in her own thoughts looked up to Spike, "Oh, come in." Buffy invited, not realizing that he wasn't invited in her new house.
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Post by Spike on Feb 16, 2007 1:08:52 GMT -5
Being invited into someone's home always had this weird feeling that went along with it. Spike could never really tell what it was, but he felt it as he stepped over the threshold into the Summers' living room. "So what are you doing in Ohio? Last I heard you were galabanting around with the Immortal." He started wandering around the room, picking things up and examining them then putting them back down, slightly askew from their original positions. "That doesn't seem to be the case anymore...Unless you've got him hidden in the closet or something."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 16, 2007 1:24:28 GMT -5
"Oh you heard about that?" She stated, she could feel the color rush to her cheeks. She stood up and walked over to where he was. "So that still doesn't explain how you got here."
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Post by Spike on Feb 16, 2007 1:28:52 GMT -5
"Uh... I drove," he stared at her like the answer was obvious. "Believe it or not, you're not all that difficult to track down."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 16, 2007 1:44:10 GMT -5
Buffy groaned at his response, he hadn't changed at all, "I meant how did you come back from your flamy torture of death." Buffy responded back.
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Post by Spike on Feb 16, 2007 1:49:10 GMT -5
"Oh," Spike looked slightly taken aback. "That lovely amulette I was wearing would be the answer to that." He continued wandering around the room. "Somehow or another, it was sent to the tall dark and brooding at Wolfram and Hart and 'poof' I'm back." He made a face, "Well, not really back back. I couldn't actually touch anything for some time."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 16, 2007 1:56:23 GMT -5
Buffy subconciously touched his arm, seeing if he was real. "Really?" Buffy asked, finding it a littl einteresting, well more interesting then how her boring night was going.
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