Neat! :) Very cool, as well as very well-written, too. I like it, especially these parts:
Buffy wrinkled her nose and retrieved her hand, earning a lifted eyebrow from Spike. "Everybody ready for dessert?" she asked, hoping she could find something to do away from the table.
The looks down the table, forks paused in mid-air, told her the turkey and sides were still the prime point of interest. The pause also had the unfortunate effect of focusing her father's attention back on her. "Delicious meal, Buffy. My daughter's an excellent cook, William."
Spike grinned at this not-so-subtle recommendation. "I'm quite aware of Elizabeth's many talents, sir."
Anya put her fork down with a clatter. "I have to ask. Why do you keep calling her Elizabeth instead of Buffy?"
There was a hiss as the other Scoobies all sucked in their breath at once. All it would take would be one wrong word from Anya and this entire charade would shatter. That she could utter that one wrong word was all too likely. "Elizabeth's my given name," Buffy said quickly, hoping to stave off questions. "I've just been called Buffy all my life."
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"Pie!"
The word came out as an explosion as Willow surged to her feet. Mood broken, Buffy snatched her hand back, while Spike looked like he was considering violence, chip or no chip. "That was great, but now it's time for pie. Dawn, you help Anya with Hank and Sabrina's plates. Oh, and get Xander's, too. Buffy, why don't you get Tara's and…well, grab his plate."
Buffy rose to her feet, not sure why Willow had done that, but glad she had. Tara handed over her plate, which Buffy stacked atop hers, before reaching for Spike's. He looked up at her as she leaned forward and she noticed the little smirk on his face, the one that indicated he'd scored a point. The warm feeling enveloping her dissipated. He was still Spike.
"Where did you learn to recite like that?" she heard Xander ask as she headed into the kitchen. "And can you teach me how?"
"It's all part of some evil plan," Willow said as they stacked the dishes on the counter. "That's got to be it."
"Nah, he's just hot for her." Anya munched on a stray olive. "It's obvious from the way he looks at her."
"Eeeww. Buffy went through that creepy, stalky thing with him last year."
Anya shook her head. "This is different. Trust me. I've seen a lot of relationships in my time."
Buffy busied herself with slicing the pie, wishing she could shut the words out. "But he's a vampire," Willow protested.
"Vampires have the hots for humans all the time. Where do you think the inspiration for all those books and movies come from?"
"A desire to make money?"
"Scoff if you want, but I've seen some pretty intense human/vampire romances."
Enough was enough. "Okay, that's it. We're not going to talk about my love life anymore."
Both Anya and Willow stared at Buffy. "That did not come out right. We are not going to talk about Spike's fantasies about my love life or anything to do with anything that might concern Spike and me. Dawn asked him to show up and play perfect boyfriend to impress my father. As soon as Dad leaves, he's going back to the crypt where he belongs."
She turned back to cutting the pie, concentrating on making each golden pumpkin wedge perfectly even, but she could feel the looks her friends were exchanging behind her back. Not good. So not good.
Very awesome, as well as very extraordinary, too. :) Keep up your super-neat, very creative and phenomenally beautiful writing! :)
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