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Prompt: Haunted House Hang-Up (fluff)
Title: Nosferatu
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: G
Setting: B5, set during and after Checkpoint.
Summary/Prompt: Haunted House Hang-Up (fluff) - brought to you by my having been to a showing of Nosferatu last night, with live accompaniment by the BSO. It was amaze.
Spike finds Dawn poking around the lower level of his crypt. She must have wondered off at some point during Passions, and now Joyce has sent him on a reccy to reclaim the wayward brat. Wayward and very nosy brat.
"You know," he says, getting up nice and close to enjoy her jumping out of her little girly socks, "some might consider it rude to go poking through another person's private stuff."
"Geez, Spike," she says, only jumping about half the expected amount, and covering up for that with the patented Summers eye-roll. "Little warning? I was just trying to find the bathroom."
"Right," he says, raising an eyebrow pointedly at the throwing dagger she'd just been fondling. "Bathroom. Ought to be careful there, Bite Sized, since you're standing in my shadow and all."
"And?"
"People used to believe standing in a vamire's shadow gave him power over you. Could make you tell the truth about whatever little nasties you've been up to down here."
"Pfft," Dawn said, and her sheer unconcernedness would have been another dent to the already battered ego if it weren't so adorable. "People also used to believe that if you left a pumpking lying around too long it'd turn into a vampire."
Spike couldn't help it, he laughed. "That's true enough. People are generally pretty stupid. Say, you know what we should watch, if you're going to be hanging around for a while?"
"Urgh, pleeeease don't say more Passions."
"Nah, Clem recorded over my reruns. I think you and Mother Dearest need an introduction to Nosferatu."
That piqued her interest. "I thought you hated Dracula."
Spike grinned, leading the way back to the ladder. "I do. Which is why I love this film. What I hear, old Drac was so pissing angry about how they depicted him, he ate the producers and had all the negatives burned. The only copies left were pirated. I mean. They gave him teeth like bleeding Bugs Bunny. What a wanker."
*
"I don't know, Spike," Joyce said, once the plan had been explained. "I don't think I want Dawn watching anything too scary."
"Well," Spike said solemnly, "I certainly see your point, Joyce -- would hate the fill the little one's head with anything ghoulish. Thing is, this isn't one of your scary Sunnydale Big Bads. The vamp in question looks like a garden gnome who's been stunned with a shovel to the back of the head. About as scary as an episode of Friends."
She didn't look convinced, but shrugged and made herself comfortable in Spike's easy chair. "I guess we can always turn it off if it gets to be too much."
*
Sometime later, Joyce said to no one in particular, "Well this isn't very accurate. Even I know vampires don't bite there."
Spike, sitting on the ground with his back against the armrest, fighting over a bowl of popcorn with the niblet, said, "Too right, 'specially on a bloke. That's right where the adam's apple is. You'd get a nothing but a mouth full of gristle."
"...I suppose you would."
*
"Hey, look!" Dawn said excitedly when they got to the part where Knock was literally climbing the walls. "It's Xander!"
"Xander eats bugs?" Joyce sounded more disturbed by that than anything else.
"He did when Dracula was in town."
Spike snorted. "Wanker."
"Spike, language."
"Oh, right. Sorry."
*
Buffy came back some time toward the end of Act IV. Spike glanced up at her to see if she was going to break up the party early, but she just stared blankly at the TV screen for a few seconds before shaking her head and sinking down almost absent mindedly to sit beside him.
"How'd it go?" he ventured to ask, pitching his voice low to keep the ladies out of it. She always seemed to want to do that.
"I really don't want to talk about it," Buffy said, equally quietly.
"But you are going to tell me, right?" He wondered if he was going to have to point out that he couldn't help her if he was flying blind. He loved the chit but she could be a bit stupid about that stuff sometimes.
"You know what they say about misery loving company, and if there's anyone I don't mind seeing miserable..."
"Well thanks, Slayer, I'm touched."
"What're we watching, anyway?"
"Nosferatu."
"I thought you hated-- wait, are those his teeth?!"
Creator: the_moonmoth
Rating: G
Setting: B5, set during and after Checkpoint.
Summary/Prompt: Haunted House Hang-Up (fluff) - brought to you by my having been to a showing of Nosferatu last night, with live accompaniment by the BSO. It was amaze.
Spike finds Dawn poking around the lower level of his crypt. She must have wondered off at some point during Passions, and now Joyce has sent him on a reccy to reclaim the wayward brat. Wayward and very nosy brat.
"You know," he says, getting up nice and close to enjoy her jumping out of her little girly socks, "some might consider it rude to go poking through another person's private stuff."
"Geez, Spike," she says, only jumping about half the expected amount, and covering up for that with the patented Summers eye-roll. "Little warning? I was just trying to find the bathroom."
"Right," he says, raising an eyebrow pointedly at the throwing dagger she'd just been fondling. "Bathroom. Ought to be careful there, Bite Sized, since you're standing in my shadow and all."
"And?"
"People used to believe standing in a vamire's shadow gave him power over you. Could make you tell the truth about whatever little nasties you've been up to down here."
"Pfft," Dawn said, and her sheer unconcernedness would have been another dent to the already battered ego if it weren't so adorable. "People also used to believe that if you left a pumpking lying around too long it'd turn into a vampire."
Spike couldn't help it, he laughed. "That's true enough. People are generally pretty stupid. Say, you know what we should watch, if you're going to be hanging around for a while?"
"Urgh, pleeeease don't say more Passions."
"Nah, Clem recorded over my reruns. I think you and Mother Dearest need an introduction to Nosferatu."
That piqued her interest. "I thought you hated Dracula."
Spike grinned, leading the way back to the ladder. "I do. Which is why I love this film. What I hear, old Drac was so pissing angry about how they depicted him, he ate the producers and had all the negatives burned. The only copies left were pirated. I mean. They gave him teeth like bleeding Bugs Bunny. What a wanker."
*
"I don't know, Spike," Joyce said, once the plan had been explained. "I don't think I want Dawn watching anything too scary."
"Well," Spike said solemnly, "I certainly see your point, Joyce -- would hate the fill the little one's head with anything ghoulish. Thing is, this isn't one of your scary Sunnydale Big Bads. The vamp in question looks like a garden gnome who's been stunned with a shovel to the back of the head. About as scary as an episode of Friends."
She didn't look convinced, but shrugged and made herself comfortable in Spike's easy chair. "I guess we can always turn it off if it gets to be too much."
*
Sometime later, Joyce said to no one in particular, "Well this isn't very accurate. Even I know vampires don't bite there."
Spike, sitting on the ground with his back against the armrest, fighting over a bowl of popcorn with the niblet, said, "Too right, 'specially on a bloke. That's right where the adam's apple is. You'd get a nothing but a mouth full of gristle."
"...I suppose you would."
*
"Hey, look!" Dawn said excitedly when they got to the part where Knock was literally climbing the walls. "It's Xander!"
"Xander eats bugs?" Joyce sounded more disturbed by that than anything else.
"He did when Dracula was in town."
Spike snorted. "Wanker."
"Spike, language."
"Oh, right. Sorry."
*
Buffy came back some time toward the end of Act IV. Spike glanced up at her to see if she was going to break up the party early, but she just stared blankly at the TV screen for a few seconds before shaking her head and sinking down almost absent mindedly to sit beside him.
"How'd it go?" he ventured to ask, pitching his voice low to keep the ladies out of it. She always seemed to want to do that.
"I really don't want to talk about it," Buffy said, equally quietly.
"But you are going to tell me, right?" He wondered if he was going to have to point out that he couldn't help her if he was flying blind. He loved the chit but she could be a bit stupid about that stuff sometimes.
"You know what they say about misery loving company, and if there's anyone I don't mind seeing miserable..."
"Well thanks, Slayer, I'm touched."
"What're we watching, anyway?"
"Nosferatu."
"I thought you hated-- wait, are those his teeth?!"
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