A Wish I'd Said that for Corner of Madness
Title: Shopping Spree
Genre: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 766
Prompts - It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love (Gandalf) - her quote
As you're paying for your groceries, you mention to the clerk, “There's a mess in aisle 16.” They give you a puzzled look and reply, There is no aisle 16 (my prompt)
She was the Slayer of Vampires. She’d dispatched dozens of demons, monsters, and other such things. She’d died and come back, twice. She was strong. She was smart. She was...
...grocery shopping. As a kid, she loved to shop. As a young girl, she could spend hours at the mall, to see and be seen. No one told her that part of being an adult meant having to cook dinner for the rest of her life.
She sighed and put the package back on the shelf.
“That’s your better choice. It’s got all the enhanced things in it.”
Buffy let her head fall back, exposing her throat, taunting him. “Spike, go away.”
“Cor, Slayer, you know how to tease a man.”
“You’re not a man, Spike.”
“Close enough in the dark.” He let his voice drop to a seductive purr. He pulled her close to him, relishing the heat of her body against his.
“Spike.” She half-heartedly tried to push him away. “We’re in the middle of the grocery store. People shop here.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged, leading her away from her cart. “I know just the place. “
She wanted to fight him, but it seemed as if the only time she felt something these days was when she was with him. It was wrong and destructive and yet it felt so perfect.
“Where?” No one seemed to be paying them any attention. They were busy with their own selections, chatting on their phones and just not interested. Spike pulled her through a pair of swinging doors. The sign hanging from the ceiling said, Aisle 16.
“What is this?” She looked around, but none of the shelf items seemed familiar or even real.
“Paradise.” He caught her in a rough embrace, pushing her back against the shelf. Items fell to the floor and she tried to be concerned, but all she wanted was to quell the fire she had burning inside her. She gave back as good as she got. By the time they finished, the aisle was littered with boxes and cans.
Spike was panting, despite not really needing to breath. “Cor, Slayer, you’ll do a man a mischief.”
“But you’re not--” Buffy started looking for her clothes.
“Yeah, I know the song.” He held up her bra, a red lace thing. “I might just have to keep this.” He laughed as she snatched it from him.
“That was a gift.”
“I bet it was.”
“It makes me feel pretty.”
“Why do you need pretty when you are drop dead gorgeous?”
Buffy tried to keep from smiling at that. “Thank you,” she murmured and got to her feet and hurriedly pulled on her clothes.
“Just calling it as I see it.” Spike pulled on his pants and looked around. “This is what I call job security. It’s going to take them hours to clean this up.”
“Maybe we should…”
Spike cracked his neck slightly by moving it side to side. “Dusk is coming. You need to get home.”
“What? Is something going to attack me?”
“No, but it’s your turn to cook dinner.”
“It’s always my turn to cook dinner.” She led the way back out into the grocery store proper. No one seemed to notice them, even her cart stood where she’d left it.
Spike pushed her aside. “How about I cook tonight?”
“You?”
“Sure! I can cook. 'Sides, it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.”
“That’s real philosophical. Did you write that?”
“Naw, Tolkien did. He had Gandalf say that.”
“Gandalf?” Buffy was thoroughly lost now.
“We have got to expand your horizon, Slayer. I will meet you at home.”
“Oh, to beat the sun?”
“That and I want to get back to my crypt and grab my copy of Lord of the Rings.”
She pushed it up to the cashier and waited as patiently as she could in line. Finally, after delay after delay, it was her turn. The cashier scanned the items in a mechanical, almost zombie-like trance while another clerk bagged her items.
“Oh, by the way. There's a mess in aisle 16.”
The cashier give her a puzzled look, then said. “Yeah, okay, that’ll be $86.15”
They continued to stare after her as she left.
“Hey, Jerry, do we even have an aisle 16?”
“Not the last time I looked.”
“Huh… we should check it.”
“Why’s that?”
Her smile was coy. “When she came in, I’m pretty sure her shirt wasn’t on inside out and she didn’t have any of those hickeys…”
Genre: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 766
Prompts - It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love (Gandalf) - her quote
As you're paying for your groceries, you mention to the clerk, “There's a mess in aisle 16.” They give you a puzzled look and reply, There is no aisle 16 (my prompt)
She was the Slayer of Vampires. She’d dispatched dozens of demons, monsters, and other such things. She’d died and come back, twice. She was strong. She was smart. She was...
...grocery shopping. As a kid, she loved to shop. As a young girl, she could spend hours at the mall, to see and be seen. No one told her that part of being an adult meant having to cook dinner for the rest of her life.
She sighed and put the package back on the shelf.
“That’s your better choice. It’s got all the enhanced things in it.”
Buffy let her head fall back, exposing her throat, taunting him. “Spike, go away.”
“Cor, Slayer, you know how to tease a man.”
“You’re not a man, Spike.”
“Close enough in the dark.” He let his voice drop to a seductive purr. He pulled her close to him, relishing the heat of her body against his.
“Spike.” She half-heartedly tried to push him away. “We’re in the middle of the grocery store. People shop here.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged, leading her away from her cart. “I know just the place. “
She wanted to fight him, but it seemed as if the only time she felt something these days was when she was with him. It was wrong and destructive and yet it felt so perfect.
“Where?” No one seemed to be paying them any attention. They were busy with their own selections, chatting on their phones and just not interested. Spike pulled her through a pair of swinging doors. The sign hanging from the ceiling said, Aisle 16.
“What is this?” She looked around, but none of the shelf items seemed familiar or even real.
“Paradise.” He caught her in a rough embrace, pushing her back against the shelf. Items fell to the floor and she tried to be concerned, but all she wanted was to quell the fire she had burning inside her. She gave back as good as she got. By the time they finished, the aisle was littered with boxes and cans.
Spike was panting, despite not really needing to breath. “Cor, Slayer, you’ll do a man a mischief.”
“But you’re not--” Buffy started looking for her clothes.
“Yeah, I know the song.” He held up her bra, a red lace thing. “I might just have to keep this.” He laughed as she snatched it from him.
“That was a gift.”
“I bet it was.”
“It makes me feel pretty.”
“Why do you need pretty when you are drop dead gorgeous?”
Buffy tried to keep from smiling at that. “Thank you,” she murmured and got to her feet and hurriedly pulled on her clothes.
“Just calling it as I see it.” Spike pulled on his pants and looked around. “This is what I call job security. It’s going to take them hours to clean this up.”
“Maybe we should…”
Spike cracked his neck slightly by moving it side to side. “Dusk is coming. You need to get home.”
“What? Is something going to attack me?”
“No, but it’s your turn to cook dinner.”
“It’s always my turn to cook dinner.” She led the way back out into the grocery store proper. No one seemed to notice them, even her cart stood where she’d left it.
Spike pushed her aside. “How about I cook tonight?”
“You?”
“Sure! I can cook. 'Sides, it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.”
“That’s real philosophical. Did you write that?”
“Naw, Tolkien did. He had Gandalf say that.”
“Gandalf?” Buffy was thoroughly lost now.
“We have got to expand your horizon, Slayer. I will meet you at home.”
“Oh, to beat the sun?”
“That and I want to get back to my crypt and grab my copy of Lord of the Rings.”
She pushed it up to the cashier and waited as patiently as she could in line. Finally, after delay after delay, it was her turn. The cashier scanned the items in a mechanical, almost zombie-like trance while another clerk bagged her items.
“Oh, by the way. There's a mess in aisle 16.”
The cashier give her a puzzled look, then said. “Yeah, okay, that’ll be $86.15”
They continued to stare after her as she left.
“Hey, Jerry, do we even have an aisle 16?”
“Not the last time I looked.”
“Huh… we should check it.”
“Why’s that?”
Her smile was coy. “When she came in, I’m pretty sure her shirt wasn’t on inside out and she didn’t have any of those hickeys…”