Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Sunnydalopolis Part XII...

Sunnydalopolis part XII

Spike is decked out in tweed suit, shirt, and tie, and feeling quite uncomfortable...it being the first time in a century...

It took less effort than he expected to convince Buffy Rebecca to do a dinner with him, outside the Sunnydale limits, naturally. She was, she admitted, "starving"...Starving, ah...Buffy would be starving after four days without a real meal...so she is...I'm catching on, he thought...

Besides, she pointed out, he needed to brush up on his social skills before his big interview tomorrow...

He is watching the VCR that Warren gave them when Buffy Rebecca insisted that they make a replacement video for the one Buffy had thought she was making for Riley... If they actually sent one, he might send one back to Buffy and... It had taken her some practice but she had done a convincing job, he thought...at least convincing enough for old war-boy...unless he somehow recognized the crypt...

Warren had furnished some movies as well...mostly sci-fi, Spike noted...I thought he said not to let Buffy Rebecca dwell on her origins too much...

Spike watches the ending of Warren's favorite, "The Bride of Frankenstein"...he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic during the bride's creation sequence...

The Bride hisses like a cat...why, Buffy...there you are on the telly...Spike tells the screen.

Suddenly he hears an excellent imitation of the hiss...Buffy Rebecca is looking at him, ready to go...in a dress, looking...

She looks...well...she really looks... She hisses at him again...then "Spike, are we going or not? I have to get back to patrol tonight you know..."

"Grr...she...hates me...like others." The Monster whines on the screen. You and me both, pal...Spike thinks.
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Dr. William Walthrop, tweedy British cybergenius and his lovely wife, ...Rebecca?...well she's using the name for her college work after all...,
out to dinner for the evening... We don't make a bad couple he thought, looking at their shadowy reflection in the restaurant window. (Lucky, unlike a certain brooding, canonically moronic vampire, I never bought into that old bugaboo about mirrors, he notes. Like crosses and such, you believe, it works...) Tweedy but handsome...he corrected. And she...looks... He's being a perfect gentleman, all the old 19th century charm lessons kicking in to lend a hand, he thinks... But maybe he should make a slight gesture in the romantic department...nothing too forward of course...just a little loving hand squeeze?....

"Spike.." She has folded her arms and is regarding him "This has been a nice evening...Don't spoil it..."

She returns to her plate...

"Did you always eat like that?" he asks her. No wonder where the Slayer strength came from.

She excuses herself and gets up...to what...he wonders? Ah, water and excess
biomass disposal...it has to go somewhere...

He senses something...and looks at the other diners...Hmm...fatty, rich man and young beauty...human...handsome dark fellow and shy young thing looking...vampire... damn...Mate, rethink those dating services...middle-aged couple...human...young woman, human, dining alone?...nope, there's her date...vampire...great, just great...already two... If only Buffy Rebecca doesn't look round on her way back... There she's coming now...

Too late...she's seen them too... Oh, well, there's goes a pleasant evening...Maybe there's only two...She could take one and I the other...a ten minute interruption at most. He realizes Buffy Rebecca has already turned back towards the restrooms...the female is heading for the ladies' room and she sees no reason to miss the opportunity. The male at the other table is getting up as well...

She's not going to follow the other one to the mens' room, is she?...This is a job for Dr. Walthrop...vampire slayer's date...Too late, she's already coming out of the ladies room...There she goes...oh, no...Did anyone else see her go in?...God, that girl works quickly... He thinks, admiringly.

Any more?...He wonders, looking around. It's like a regular convention...Someone might have passed the word on to me...

What about that brunette in back?...she looks...familiar...oh God, no...

Harmony in the worst wig he's ever seen.

Even Harmony wouldn't be stupid enough to... He realizes Buffy Rebecca has already returned to the table...

"Spike!?...Buffy!?.." She waves...

Dr. William Walthrop, eminent British cybernetist and third-rate poet, and his lovely American wife, Rebecca, college student, experiencing an awkward social moment on encountering an old girlfriend...
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