TITLE: The Eight Day
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S/other
RATING: PG
PART: 5/8
5. Day
Scene 5.1
Before the school.
Buffy's mother:
Buffy, where have you been, last night?
(Buffy prepares to set for an explanation)
Buffy's mother (interrupting her):
And before you give me Willow - or Giles, or Xander...
Buffy (meekly):
Faith?
Buffy's mother:
...or Faith...
Buffy:
Oh mom, I...
Buffy's mother:
And don't you pull this oh mom thing on me, Buffy. Even if you are the slayer, you have no right... (she is interrupted by Willow, who is knocking at the back door)
Willow:
Hi Buffy, hi Mrs. Summers.
Buffy:
Already that late??? Gee, completely forgot about our, eh... (she throws a pleading glance at her friend)
Willow:
...yes, physics, we need to do some more physics before classes. (she beams at Buffy with her brightes didn't-I- do- great-job-smile)
Buffy's mother (calming down immediately):
Physics? Oh, that of course...
(Buffy breathes a sigh of relief)
Buffy:
Bye, Mom!
Buffys mother:
Bye, love, we'll talk later...
(Buffy quickly pushes Willow out of the kitche)
Buffy:
Uh, that was tight. (heading down the driveway) Isn't that Giles' car?
Willow:
Eh... (she throws a significant look at something standing right behind Buffy)
Buffy (to Willow):
I don't see him! (she firmly squeezes her eyes together)
(the camera takes a 180° turn showing a most annoyed Giles towering behind Buffy)
Scene 5.2
At school. Buffy and Willow are sitting in the cafeteria. There's a lot of activity around them, but they do not even seem to realize. Buffy is most upset about the fit Giles drew at her. And Willow patiently listens to the displeasure her friend is trying to get rid of for about 10 minutes.
Buffy (reproachfully):
Couldn't ya give me some kinda warning...
Willow:
That's why I came in, but...
Buffy (suffering, ignoring her friend's objection):
First Angel, then my mother and now even Giles... I bet, no other slayer had that much a crisis, for staying overnight with her boyfriend.
Willow
Well yes, perhaps the next time you should just tell...
Buffy (even more suffering):
Let's just take Faith for example. She is independent, she is free, she has her own apartment, nobody, around to make her feel waylay and reproachful...
Willow (furiously):
...no parents, no friends, nobody to spend nights checking out ancient chronicles...
Buffy (wakes from her misery):
I didn't mean - oh, Willow, I'm so sorry, of course...
Willow:
And I mean, you should go and see Giles!
Buffy (in a very low voice):
After all he's just said to me? (she grimaces) No!!!
Willow (pressing):
Oh, please come on Buffy, we're talking about Giles!
Buffy:
Exactly!
Willow:
He'll be all exited, to see you - especially as he has practiced so hard to throw the perfect tantrum!
Buffy (with unbelievable surprise):
He has practiced this before???
Willow (nodding):
All the way down to your place.
Buffy (eyes wide open):
You're pulling my leg!
(she laughs and waits for Willow to join in- Willow, however, remains serious)
Buffy (puzzled):
No joking?
(Willow shakes her head. Buffy grimaces then her features brighten)
Buffy (chuckling):
Practiced??? (she laughs out aloud) He really practiced this???
(Willow shoots her an angry look, but Buffy is already on her way out)
Willow (little contritely, however, most delighted):
At least I'm sure that's what he's done in his heart!
Scene 5.3
Against midnight.
Spike laboriously regains consciousness. He takes a deep unnecessary breath, before he opens his eyes. With a comfortable sigh he stretches, then stiffens, when his hand all of a sudden touches something soft. He tears up his eyes and stares right into the pretty little face of the sleeping girl - his head resting against her shoulder.
Spike:
Get the hell away from me! (he pulls away from her) you make me sick! (he drags himself up along the bars)
Spike:
Did you hear me?!? (he unceremoniously kicks her side)
Spike:
Why do I bother talking to you anyway?
(pain and anger making his face morph. He bangs his head against the iron bars - the girl opens her eyes motionless observing his strange behavior. She finally moves and reaches for an object to her left)
Girl:
Feed!
(Spike stops banging his head, instead he now stares at the piece of broken glass she holds in her hand)
Girls:
Well come on.
(indifferently she cuts along her wrist - warm blood is pouring from her veins. His face remains unchanged when she offers her wrist to him. He hesitates, however, he finally approaches greedily feeding from the open wound)
Spike:
Blast it! (While holding her with one arm, he panicky battles his trouser in order to remove the belt for some kind of tourniquet to put on)