Believe In Me

Chapter One
"Spike, what did you do with my black nail polish?" Buffy shouted from the bathroom.

"Why are you blaming me for it being missing?" Spike called back from the bedroom.

Buffy came barreling into the bedroom and leaned into the doorway, "Maybe because you’re the only
one who would use the black nail polish? I can’t imagine Angel would.”

“Can’t imagine Angel would what?” Angel appeared, behind her.

Buffy looked up in his warm brown eyes, “Wear black nail polish.”

He made a disgusted face at the mere suggestion and Buffy looked over at Spike who was standing
there with his hands on his hips in the midst of a pile of clothes that he’d torn out from their
closet. “What?”

She gave him a funny look, “What are you even doing?”

“Trying to find something to wear. It IS Halloween,” he said huffily, as if she should know.

She looked up at Angel and he shrugged. She turned back to Spike, “So, when did you become a girl?”

He glared at her and growled. She laughed and that made him bolt after her which caused Buffy to
squeal and laugh and run away from him. He nearly caught her as she ran around the couch and they
squared off at either end, laughing all the while. Angel strolled in and watched in amusement as his
grandchilde and mate played. Buffy looked up at him and ran to him for safety, narrowly missing Spike
grabbing for her. Angel caught her and then spun her around, smiling broadly.

“Angel!” she admonished.

“What?” he asked innocently. He smiled at Spike, “She’s all yours.”

Buffy giggled uncontrollably as Spike tickled her relentlessly and Angel held her for him. She was starting
to drop to the floor under the assault. She laid on the ground at Angel’s feet trying to catch her breath
and looked up at her mates. Angel held out his hand to help her up and she shook her head.

“You’re a traitor,” she declared and jumped up. She poked Spike in the ribs. “Where’s the polish?”

“Don’t know luv, but after I find something to wear, I’ll help you look for it, all right?” he said and pecked
her nose.

She sighed, “Fine. I’m gonna get ready.” She started toward the bathroom.

”Why do you need black nail polish anyway?” Spike said following her, “You’re going as Wonder Woman.”

“Oz wanted to borrow it.”

“What’s he going as?”

“Himself,” Buffy said turning into the bathroom.

”Oh,” and he strolled back to the bedroom.

“Angel!” she bellowed for him across their expansive beach house.

“Yes?”

“Can you help me with my wig? I can’t pin it in the back.”

Angel came in a minute later and helped her fix her black haired wig on her head and pin it.

“Angel?”

“Hmmm?”

“You’ve been quiet. Are you looking forward to the Halloween party?”

“I guess.”


She spun around to him, effectively stopping process on the pinning of the wig. “All right, give. What’s going on?”

He shook his head, “I just feel out of sorts. I feel like we haven’t all spent a lot of time together lately
and the one night we’re all free to stay home and be together, we’re going to a party.”

Buffy pouted at how forlorn he sounded and then lunged at him, wrapping him up in a fierce hug and
holding tight. “My homebody Angel.”

“It’s not just that, Buffy—“ he started defensively.

“I know, Angel. We haven’t spent much time together at all. Just passing by through the day and passing
out at night. We haven’t even been able to get it together for patrol lately. Don’t worry; tomorrow none of
us are doing anything. We’ll all be together then.”

Angel held her tighter to him and buried his face in her neck. “You think it’s possible we could leave the
party early and come home to spend time together?”

It was a rarity that Angel expressed his emotions, and since such was the case at this present moment,
Buffy agreed immediately. Not to mention that he sounded like a lost child when asking. It melted her
immediately.

She pulled back to look up at him and smiled, “I think we could do that,” and she leaned up and kissed
him sweetly. He moaned against her mouth and deepened the kiss, kissing her as if he were starved.
Buffy had to admit she felt the same way. Fleeting kisses here and there, and only the occasional ‘love’
session over the past few weeks were starting to take its toll.

She missed her mates.

Angel broke away to let her breathe and placed his forehead against hers. “The quicker we can get going,
the quicker we can come home. I plan to ravish you tonight sweetheart.” He grinned then and she smiled
at the sight of it. Pecking him quickly, she turned around and let him finish pinning her.


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Buffy could not control her giggles over Spike’s costume. For one thing, he’d spent hours in the bedroom
only to wear his usual black on black—though he pointed out to her petulantly that his t-shirt was NAVY.
Then he’d taken cereal boxes and after taking out the bags to which Angel grumbled about the mess he’d
left, he’d cut out the fronts of the boxes and painted a red smear on them before pinning them all over
his shirt.

He’d exited the kitchen, proud as a peacock with a huge grin on his face and holding up his arms and
taking a spin.


“What are you?” Angel asked.

Spike gave him a look, “Think about it.”

Buffy shook her head, “I haven’t a clue. What are you?”

Spike rolled his eyes, “I’m a ‘serial’ killer. Get it? Serial,” he pointed the boxes, “Cereal?”

Buffy burst out laughing, “Very ingenious, Spikey.”

He grinned and bowed, “Thank you.”

“Shouldn’t you have put knives in the boxes. Fake ones, I mean?”Angel supplied and winked at Buffy.


Spike gave him a dirty look. “I’m being practical here. If I have fake bloody—“

Buffy started to laugh again at the unintentional pun.

He grinned when he realized what he’d said and then continued, “If I have fake knives protruding out of
me, I won’t be able to dance with my girl.”

“Awww....” Buffy cooed and jumped up, giving him a kiss. He playfully slapped her blue starred, nylon
Wonder Woman bottoms and she let out an “Eep!”.

He smirked, “Expect me to pass that up? Had some randy thoughts about Wonder Woman, luv. And now
that you’re in her costume, well, my imagination is runnin’ free.” He tucked his tongue behind his teeth
and leered at her. “Love the bustier, luv. Though, I’m thinking I’m gonna have to knock off some
wankers for looking at your goodies. Got a cape or something?”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “Wonder Woman didn’t have a cape.”

Spike frowned, “Maybe she didn’t, but you should.”

Buffy shook her head, “Come on, let’s go. Angel wants to come home early.”

“Of course he does,” Spike grumbled, “Though I have to say, not complaining too much here
on that. Nice night all three of us together will do just fine.”

Angel stood, “Right then, let’s go.”

“What are you supposed to be Peaches?”

“I didn’t feel like dressing up.”

Spike rolled his eyes, “Of course you didn’t.”

“You know what we should have done?” Buffy started linking her arms through Spike and
Angel’s, her being in the middle. “We should have made you a costume. A can of peaches,” she said
cheekily and both vampires swatted her on the bum as they made their way out.