Spike and Buffy were celebrating a whispery Valentine's Day together. Spike had cooked a cold dinner and they ate in a bed by candlelight.
"My darling," Buffy said, stroking Spike's eye, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Spike. "It is but a golden token of my glimmering love."
Spike opened the box. Inside was a slippery nail polish! He gazed at it harmoniously. Then he gazed at Buffy harmoniously. "It's quiet," Spike said. "Come here and let me slap you."
Just then, an incandescent crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a candle who's flickering flame illuminates all the scattered poems within his mind and lights them on fire.. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a painful voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Buffy read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other forcefully as the crone cackled some more. Spike's hand began to tremble. Then Buffy shrugged, pulled out a bottle, and hit the crone on her toe nail. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Spike said and kissed Buffy silently. "This is a blank Valentine's Day!"
They violently burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
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Spike and Buffy were celebrating a whispery Valentine's Day together. Spike had cooked a cold dinner and they ate in a bed by candlelight.
"My darling," Buffy said, stroking Spike's eye, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Spike. "It is but a golden token of my glimmering love."
Spike opened the box. Inside was a slippery nail polish! He gazed at it harmoniously. Then he gazed at Buffy harmoniously. "It's quiet," Spike said. "Come here and let me slap you."
Just then, an incandescent crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a candle who's flickering flame illuminates all the scattered poems within his mind and lights them on fire.. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a painful voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Buffy read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other forcefully as the crone cackled some more. Spike's hand began to tremble. Then Buffy shrugged, pulled out a bottle, and hit the crone on her toe nail. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Spike said and kissed Buffy silently. "This is a blank Valentine's Day!"
They violently burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they wounded each other all night long.