Christmas calender fic 1
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starsthatshineHere is the first part of my sister's Christmas Calender fic thing. This one I've written:
Buffy sat down at the desk that she and Willow were sharing at the dorm. She looked down in the book, trying to understand everything that they had to do to the essay that they were going to do.
It was beyond Buffy why they had to have lessons till two days before Christmas. She had about a week to do this assignment and it was about 40% of her finale grade that were going to come out this year. Personally, Buffy feared that day. The only good thing where that the report card didn't end up in the mail to her mother's.
Buffy did a major sigh and shut the book. She wasn't going to do any studying tonight, her brain wouldn't allow it. Her brain craved chocolate and ice cream and just as she was going to take some she took a glare at the clock and realized something.
"Holy mother in heaven!" she exclaimed. "Dawn!"
Buffy remembered that she had promised her little sister to go out and do some Christmas shopping for her mother and their friends.
"I'm the worst sister on the planet!" She determined as she flew out of the door. She could face vampires and demons but a pissed off Dawn was something that she couldn't face.
Meanwhile in Los Angeles things where just as slow. Cordelia was reading the newest edition of Marie Claire while Angel was downstairs doing what he did best - brood.
Cordelia had been like this ever since Doyle's death. She did nothing unless she had a vision, and the Powers that Be seemed to take a holiday on giving her visions. Which she was thankful for, but now she needed to other things to keep her mind off Doyle. She just felt the ache in her heart while she thought of him. Sure, the pain was weakening but she would always have a bit of ache for him. She was angry that they never had been given a fair chance. Cordelia often daydreamed about the dinner that Doyle and she were going to have, but never happened.
Downstairs, Angel was blowing off some steam. He didn't like Christmas for two reasons. The events that had occurred a few weeks ago (namely: Doyle's death) and every time it was Christmas he was reminded of the parents he killed and their children who would never see another Christmas with them. He hit the bag once more, just a little bit harder. Bam! and the sack was flying into the wall.
Buffy ran like there was a vampire behind her (which was silly since it was daylight); she stopped though when she reached the Summers' porch. Dawn was sitting there, looking around anxiously after her sister.
"Dawn! I'm soooo sorry." Buffy called to her, grabbing her attention as she run towards her.
"Well it's about time!" Dawn said, infuriated by her sister's late arrival. This had been one of the few things she had looked forward too.
"I'm the worst sister ever!" Buffy commented sadly.
"You got that straight." Dawn snarled at Buffy a little bit more low than her ranting.
Buffy looked at the hurt expression on her sister's face and then at her hair and clothes. Dawn had really put an effort to this. Her hair was really shiny and well brushed, her clothes were really nice: it was a nice red sweater that Buffy had given Dawn as an yearly Christmas present and a pair of dark demi blue jeans that were newly bought. Buffy felt really awful, she was the lowest creature in the universe.
"Dawn, I'm terribley sorry... I was studying and..." Buffy tried but Dawn shut her up.
"Like you ever study... Buffy, you know what, if you don't want to spend time with me just say so!" With that Dawn ran into the house, slamming the front door, while Buffy just stood and looked after her. Yes, she certainly were the lowest person on the planet.
Wesley came back, with the mail (this time doubled checked so he came in with the right set) and he spotted Cordelia at once, reading the new Christmas issue of Marie Claire.
"Cordelia, hello." He greeted her and she just nodded from her magazine. "How are you today?"
He knew that a simple question like that took normally ages for both Cordelia and Angel to reply. He didn't blame them; he had heard the stories about Doyle and his heroic death. He just hoped that it would be different today... Maybe...
But he shouldn't have had his hopes up. Cordelia gave the usually trained reply that she was OK and she didn't know why he asked that all the time. Wesley sighed; he was with the brood bunch today again.
Spike was kicking himself as he was chained to the Watcher's old tub. He had no idea how everything could get so messed up. You play the nice guy and you don't try to kill the Slayer's friends (much) and still you get into all trouble. He officially hated Sunnydale (again).
'Bloody slayer....' Spike thought with vengeance. 'One day, she'll get herself killed, and that's the day that will be the happiest in my life. I just wish that I could get this bloody chip out of my head so I could kill her myself....'
Suddenly out the blue a tall, black hooded and cloaked demon stood before him and Spike was shocked beyond reason. Still he could clearly hear what the demon said:
"I can get the chip out of your head."
Buffy sat down at the desk that she and Willow were sharing at the dorm. She looked down in the book, trying to understand everything that they had to do to the essay that they were going to do.
It was beyond Buffy why they had to have lessons till two days before Christmas. She had about a week to do this assignment and it was about 40% of her finale grade that were going to come out this year. Personally, Buffy feared that day. The only good thing where that the report card didn't end up in the mail to her mother's.
Buffy did a major sigh and shut the book. She wasn't going to do any studying tonight, her brain wouldn't allow it. Her brain craved chocolate and ice cream and just as she was going to take some she took a glare at the clock and realized something.
"Holy mother in heaven!" she exclaimed. "Dawn!"
Buffy remembered that she had promised her little sister to go out and do some Christmas shopping for her mother and their friends.
"I'm the worst sister on the planet!" She determined as she flew out of the door. She could face vampires and demons but a pissed off Dawn was something that she couldn't face.
Meanwhile in Los Angeles things where just as slow. Cordelia was reading the newest edition of Marie Claire while Angel was downstairs doing what he did best - brood.
Cordelia had been like this ever since Doyle's death. She did nothing unless she had a vision, and the Powers that Be seemed to take a holiday on giving her visions. Which she was thankful for, but now she needed to other things to keep her mind off Doyle. She just felt the ache in her heart while she thought of him. Sure, the pain was weakening but she would always have a bit of ache for him. She was angry that they never had been given a fair chance. Cordelia often daydreamed about the dinner that Doyle and she were going to have, but never happened.
Downstairs, Angel was blowing off some steam. He didn't like Christmas for two reasons. The events that had occurred a few weeks ago (namely: Doyle's death) and every time it was Christmas he was reminded of the parents he killed and their children who would never see another Christmas with them. He hit the bag once more, just a little bit harder. Bam! and the sack was flying into the wall.
Buffy ran like there was a vampire behind her (which was silly since it was daylight); she stopped though when she reached the Summers' porch. Dawn was sitting there, looking around anxiously after her sister.
"Dawn! I'm soooo sorry." Buffy called to her, grabbing her attention as she run towards her.
"Well it's about time!" Dawn said, infuriated by her sister's late arrival. This had been one of the few things she had looked forward too.
"I'm the worst sister ever!" Buffy commented sadly.
"You got that straight." Dawn snarled at Buffy a little bit more low than her ranting.
Buffy looked at the hurt expression on her sister's face and then at her hair and clothes. Dawn had really put an effort to this. Her hair was really shiny and well brushed, her clothes were really nice: it was a nice red sweater that Buffy had given Dawn as an yearly Christmas present and a pair of dark demi blue jeans that were newly bought. Buffy felt really awful, she was the lowest creature in the universe.
"Dawn, I'm terribley sorry... I was studying and..." Buffy tried but Dawn shut her up.
"Like you ever study... Buffy, you know what, if you don't want to spend time with me just say so!" With that Dawn ran into the house, slamming the front door, while Buffy just stood and looked after her. Yes, she certainly were the lowest person on the planet.
Wesley came back, with the mail (this time doubled checked so he came in with the right set) and he spotted Cordelia at once, reading the new Christmas issue of Marie Claire.
"Cordelia, hello." He greeted her and she just nodded from her magazine. "How are you today?"
He knew that a simple question like that took normally ages for both Cordelia and Angel to reply. He didn't blame them; he had heard the stories about Doyle and his heroic death. He just hoped that it would be different today... Maybe...
But he shouldn't have had his hopes up. Cordelia gave the usually trained reply that she was OK and she didn't know why he asked that all the time. Wesley sighed; he was with the brood bunch today again.
Spike was kicking himself as he was chained to the Watcher's old tub. He had no idea how everything could get so messed up. You play the nice guy and you don't try to kill the Slayer's friends (much) and still you get into all trouble. He officially hated Sunnydale (again).
'Bloody slayer....' Spike thought with vengeance. 'One day, she'll get herself killed, and that's the day that will be the happiest in my life. I just wish that I could get this bloody chip out of my head so I could kill her myself....'
Suddenly out the blue a tall, black hooded and cloaked demon stood before him and Spike was shocked beyond reason. Still he could clearly hear what the demon said:
"I can get the chip out of your head."
