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The Queen (BtVS - Chapter fifteen)

Okay, here's a new post.
This was supposed to be posted on Christmas, but translation is hard and I'm a lazy lazy girl and ... well, I did it just yesterday. Oops. But I hope it will eventually fits in the post-Christmas atmosphere. Also this chapter continue with the 16, so it's not over with the Buffyverse celebrations. Hope you like it.
My beta, slaymesoftly, corrected a lot of mistakes! 
There is maybe a problem with Buffy's characterization here. I don't know. I wanted to push her a little bit and make her a little petty, because Christmas celebrations can be also sad if you lost somebody or if things doesn't work how you planned. But you tell me, please!

I also owe an apologize to Buffy, goddess of food, because I made her so incompetent but in canon she was great at Thanksgiving and she cooked just fine. My apologizes, Buffy! I understimated the awesomeness of yours. Sorry!

15. Christmas Time

It was  the sweetest December that Buffy had ever had in her whole life.

Her relationship with Spike was developing very quickly. Forgetting the fears and all the concerns, the two lovers were finally able to enjoy the happiness they’d never had. Confident for once after a long time, Buffy took Spike home and explained to her daughter the meaning of  the word “boyfriend.” Annie was amused.

After all she did like Pike.

“So you’ve got a gift for me, crumb?”

Annie laughed and hid her face in the crook of Buffy’s neck. Spike ruffled her hair. Together with his Summers girls, the vampire was heading to Angel’s to celebrate the New Year’s Eve, after spending Christmas with Giles, Willow and the rest of the gang.

“You bought an awful lot of gifts for these stupid festivities,” he said.

“It’s not stupid!” the Slayer protested. “Christmas time is great. It’s better than Thanksgiving; we actually have an occasion to sit at the table together, to enjoy ourselves and eat plenty of tasty food. With no vengeful Indian spirit involved. None whatsoever!”

Spike grinned. “Do you remember that time?”

“It was … quite memorable.”

They parked the car outside Angel’s garden. The passengers got out and picked up their packages. The sun was going down and Angel was waiting for them at the door.

“You brought too many things!” he said impressed.

Spike’s lips curled in a grimace. “Yes. Can you help us?”

“Mh, yes … this beautiful little girl needs to be carried, right?” he asked, lifting Annie playfully and running inside the house.

Once in the main hall with the packet gifts arranged in a pile, Buffy and Spike went into the living room where Annie was playing with Angel. The vampire had manufactured a small, metallic and vaguely punk Christmas tree and Annie was staring at it amused.

“Here you are!” Buffy exclaimed smiling at her daughter. “Do you want to open the gifts from uncle Angel now?”

“Why don’t we open them after dinner?” Angel proposed.

The Slayer looked impressed.

“I made dinner for the occasion,” he explained. “A big … traditional dinner like … you know …”

“What Peaches in trying to say here it’s that we made the dinner for you. We can celebrate New Year’s Eve like proper civilized people.”

Buffy beamed. 

A huge table had been moved, positioned at the center of the room and adorned with golden candles and red plates. Frowning in front of the stove, Angel thought about the easiest way to serve the almost ready roast. Annie watched attentively. Spike and Buffy were laughing in the other room.

The idyll was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Who is it now?” Buffy asked. “Didn’t Connor have other plans for New Year’s Eve?”

“Yes,” Spike replied. “It isn’t Connor, in fact. I never thought she would come here …”

Buffy looked at Angel, puzzled. Without explanations the vampire went at the door and opened it for Faith. Buffy froze.

“Faith,” she murmured.

A sudden surge of anger made her stomach twirl.

The rogue Slayer greeted her silently.

She was wearing a black dress and light make-up, her hair was shorter and her upper lip was marked by a new scar. Angel was caressing her shoulders in an intimate loving gesture.

“Faith,” Buffy repeated, swallowing hard. “I didn’t know …”

“It’s okay, B. Hello, Spike,”

The vampire nodded.

Buffy looked at him. “You knew she was coming and you didn’t say anything?”

“I wasn’t sure. It’s a surprise for me too …”

“Liar,” she hissed. “You should have warned me! And you, Angel, how can you be so cold! You two are dating, right?” she asked turning to the other vampire.

He didn’t reply.

“You’re dating Faith, and you didn’t tell me?!”

“I wasn’t obliged …”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “Oh, thank you for your sincerity! Of course, my feelings doesn’t mean nothing to you!”

“Don’t be silly … I just didn’t know how to tell you and …”

“You know? That is the most pathetic excuse I’ve ever heard. And … she’s Faith, damn it!”

“Right here, B.”

Buffy rolled her eyes annoyed. “I’m well aware, F.”

“Why can’t we go back to the bloody dinner?” Spike suggested in a desperate attempt at conciliation.

“Because I just realized that I don’t know anything!”

“Pet, please, nobody lied to you.”

“You didn’t tell me something so important. How could you? Angel, how long has this going on? Are you in a relationship?”

Annie looked up, startled by her mother’s tone. She lifted her arms and Spike gave her a comforting hug.

“I feel so stupid …” Buffy whispered choking back bitter tears. “Excuse me, I’m going for a walk. Spike, please, take care of Annie while I’m gone.”

Buffy took her coat and went outside. She slammed the door.

The Slayer was sitting on an empty bench in a empty park.

She could hear the giggles and the screams of those who were celebrating New Year’s Eve. The horizon was shining and the sky seemed a black silk cover. Buffy was crying.

Her mouth covered with her scarf, the Slayer was trying to suppress her sobs. She wept silently for almost twenty minutes. Then she blew her nose in a tissue and took a deep breath, fighting her urge to cry a little more.

“Stay where you are,” she ordered.

Spike was behind her.

“Did you just leave our daughter with Angel and his new girlfriend?”

“I didn’t know she was my daughter too,” the vampire joked – for a second he almost felt his heart beat again.

He sat next to her, but she moved on the other end of the bench.

“We can solve this thing, come on.”

“We can’t!”

“Do be so pissed, pet. You’re complicating the situation without reasons.”

“I’m complicating the situation?! I didn’t know anything, how can I complicate stuff? I’ve always had to deal with consequences and sudden revelations. Always. I’m so fucking tired of it!”

Spike tilted his head.

“Why are you so mad at Angel?”

“Because I’m tired, I told you! I’m tired,” she said sobbing. Nervously, she jumped up and Spike had to imitate her. “I’m tired of being all defensive! I have a mission and the stupid U.S. government doesn’t know how to handle diplomatic relations with my army. And I can’t be the leader around the clock, you know?”

“I understand perfectly. But now …”

“And you betrayed me!” she accused.

“I didn’t betray you, pet! Bloody hell, I would never!”

“You should have told me she was supposed to come!”

“But if I’d told you, you probably wouldn’t have come!”

Buffy hissed with rage and kicked a tree.

Spike was behind her, moving around and waving his arms in frustration. “Why is this Faith thing bothering you so much? Is it because of Angel? Because you can’t …”

“Oh, shut up!”

“No. Answer me.”

“What do you think?” she asked turning around. “You’re the one. The one I chose, the one I love.”

Spike became silent as she continued to explain with tears in her eyes.

“I want to trust someone like I did when I was younger. And I want to rest and be happy. I want to enjoy these stupid Christmas celebrations, dammit! And I did. It was the best Christmas in years and I loved every minute of it but ... but I also felt sad, William. So incredibly sad. I miss my mother and Dawn. I miss my family.”

Spike interrupted the monologue; he took a few steps and pulled Buffy in a hug.

“Don’t lie to me,” she sobbed on his chest.

“You know I don’t,” he replied kissing her hair.

“Then don’t leave out anything. I want to trust you blindly. I need to.”

“I promise,” he sighed, resting his forehead against his lover’s.

She closed her reddened eyes.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 10th, 2013 12:29 am (UTC)
My idea of Buffy and cooking is that she's the kind of cook who has to follow a recipe to the letter and has to have everything just so, and if she's out of coriander or doesn't have a potato ricer, she panics, because THERE CAN BE NO SUBSTITUTIONS! So she can cook when she needs to, and cook well, but it's not something she finds relaxing. She's Kitchen General Buffy. :D
Jan. 10th, 2013 12:45 am (UTC)
That would be totally IC!
She doesn't love cooking, but a duty is a duty!
Jan. 10th, 2013 06:36 pm (UTC)
Meanwhile I red this chapter there was Laurenti singing Barry Manilow's Mandy, and I think what a perfect soundtrack and started giggling, it reminds me the episode when Angel must sing that song, and then he visited Faith in jail, that was a sweet and sad moment. Turning back on the chapter it was quite perfect even if the Buffy's reaction is a little exaggerated but comprehensible,it never be good to be the last to know.

Sorry for English, bye Batheart83.
Jan. 10th, 2013 07:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you! You can comment in Italian if you prefer.
Jan. 10th, 2013 07:51 pm (UTC)
No, I wanna comment in English, because I think it's right to try to comment in English if you write in that language, so I'll keep on trying to comment in English.
Jan. 10th, 2013 10:41 pm (UTC)
Okay, as you like it! But, please, don't apologize. I'm also not very good at writing in English!
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