partytime! (halloween drabble @king ft. @versifier and the scoobs!)
we gotta party, it's partytime! - halloween night, spike's crypt.
"You should just stay with me," Spike said, turning on his side, propping his head up onto his hand, his elbow digging into his mattress. He watched Buffy as she sat on the edge of what he now considered her side of the bed, looking into a hand mirror and attempting to make her make-up presentable again. Red glitter had gotten everywhere, some sparkling against his chest and his face, he'll never get rid of it now... what possessed her to even put on glittery make-up when she knew she would be coming to him? Surely, she didn't show up at his crypt on Halloween night dressed in that sexy little red lingerie so that she could have tea with him. No, of course she didn't. Buffy knew just how to get him going.
His right hand reached out to caress her bare arm as she painted her lips with red and shiny lip gloss. "My little devil... I can treat you all night you know..." He uttered, grinning and biting down on his bottom lip.
Buffy continued to touch-up her make-up the best way she could, giving herself one more look over in her mirror, before shutting it and tossing it back into her purse; concluding that she looked decent enough. "You know I can't, Spike," She responded, running her hands through blonde locks and tousling them a bit. "I promised my friends I'd be at the party. Xander's already sent me like, a good twenty texts asking me where I'm at. I mean... he might be kinda drunk, but... point still stands." Her brows raised. She was standing now, digging into her bag again and pulling out a neatly folded tiny little silk red dress with furry straps and fur at the bottom of the skirt. She slipped it on over the red lingerie, followed by the headband with little red horns and her red pumps to complete her costume.
Spike was eyeing her again, licking his lips.
Buffy knew that look all too well... but she had to resist!
"I'd invite you to come, Willow and Auggie might know, but Xan--"
"--No need to explain, pet." Spike interrupted. "I get that I'm still your dirty little secret to some."
Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Did she appreciate Spike's little commentary? No. She didn't, but could she blame him? Maybe. Again, whatever. "Look, I'll come back after the party, okay? Slayer's promise." She said crossing over heart. "Until then..." Buffy said, making her way towards his side of the bed and leaning down to press her lips against his own; she kissed him slow, teeth capturing his bottom pout as she pulled away. "...Think of me?" She grinned, standing back up and walking away from him before he could grab her.
"Bloody tease!" Spike called after her as she tossed her jacket on and made her way out of his crypt.
"But you love it!" Buffy called back, finally exiting.
Spike scoffed, before reaching over to grab his pants off the side of the bed, fetching his box of cigarettes and plucking one into his mouth; he flipped his zippo and lit it, shaking his head and smirking to himself as he took a drag.
do you want to party? it's partytime! - later that night cordelia's halloween party.
"Woah! You look amazing, Buffy!" Willow said, "I went for scary this year, as you can see!" She said, showing off her costume - Buffy knew Willow was going for creepy clown, but despite the blood on her outfit and the very good creepy clown make-up on Willow's face (so she knew how to do Halloween make-up, but not regular make-up? That was pretty funny), Buffy couldn't help thinking that she looked adorable.
"Super creepy!" Buffy smiled, of course, she wasn't gonna tell her what she was actually thinking. Besides, Buffy was sure that at this point she'd think Willow would look adorable in literally anything. Not really Willow's fault.
"Thanks! I really tried." Willow smiled back, proud.
"Got us some punch!" And there was King, bowler hat on his head, dressed in a suit - a dandy vampire. He had told Buffy that he planned on being a bloodsucker for Halloween, and Buffy had rolled her eyes at the thought. As if she didn't deal with enough of those on a daily basis? However, she couldn't deny that he looked really cute in his little get-up, fake blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and all. Here's hoping she'd never have to deal with him ever becoming the real deal... the last thing she wanted to do was get stake happy with one of her close friends.
"You sure it's punch and not blood?" Buffy said, taking the cup and looking down at it with suspicion, her brow raised. "Not trying to trick us into joining the undead, right, Lost Boy?" She joked; look at her... making movie references like a dork. Her eyes shifted and she cleared her throat.
"I mean, it's not so bad being one of us." Oh, King was joining in on the references. Wow, so they were all just a circle of dorkness.
Buffy's life had truly really changed since being a Slayer.
King grinned and Buffy gave her eyes a playful roll, she smirked and chuckled; Willow giggled. Then the three of them took a drink out of their cups.
"So, where's Xander?" Buffy asked.
"I don't know, I haven't seen him for an hour now..." Willow shrugged.
"Hm... he blows up my phone and then disappears when I get here? Talk about unfair." Buffy retorted in annoyance, "... and the Wicked Bitch of the West?"
"Cordelia? Haven't seen her either..." Willow said, her brows furrowed and her lips thinning.
"That's weird. You'd think being that this is her place and her party, she'd be parading around like she's god's gift to us all." Buffy responded, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah... honestly, I don't even know why she invited us. I almost didn't come, I thought it was a trick, but Xander insisted... and I heard Dingoes Ate My Baby were gonna be here..." Willow was blushing now.
"The more people show up to her party, the more popular she looks, I guess. We're just fillers." Buffy shrugged her shoulders. Wow, she never thought herself as ever being just a filler at a party. She was usually the belle of the ball - the one throwing the parties and getting all the attention. But that was before her destiny came calling.
"Look at her, blushing." King grinned, nudging Willow with his elbow. He knew all about her little crush on the guitarist Oz. Willow had confessed her little secret to him while they were waiting for Buffy to show up at the party.
Buffy grinned too. "Yeah, your mister too-cool-for-a-Halloween-costume over there?" Buffy pointed at Oz in the distance with her chin; dressed in his normal black skinny jeans and band-tee attire. "Did you go speak to him yet?"
"No. I- well... he... they were playing, and he seemed really busy... I don't even think... he knows... I'm here... or that I'm even... me... with..." She was fumbling over her words now, burning so red that Buffy could see it, even under all that white clown make-up covering her face.
Both Buffy and King were watching her, amused and then Buffy's eyes glinted with mischief. "Wait right here, Augs. I'll be back." She said, grabbing Willow by the hand and dragging her along with her towards Oz.
"Huh? Wait, Buffy! What are you doing?!" Willow asked nervously, eyes wide.
"We're saying hi to Oz. That's all." Buffy smiled.
King watched the two girls walk off and disappear into the small crowd of people; he chuckled at Buffy's shenanigans and smiled, shaking his head. He figured he'd go make himself busy and grab himself some more punch and maybe one of those delicious looking Halloween cupcakes on the table not too far from where he stood; with a little bounce in his step he went off on his merry way, stopping at the punch bowl first. He grabbed a cup and began to fill it, when a man approached him. Very pale, dark circles around his eyes, pointed ears... he was standing too close... but there was nothing to freak out about, right? It was just a Halloween costume. Just another party goer.
"Hey." The man said, flashing him a fanged grin.
King's heart sunk for a moment, and he gulped. It's just Halloween. It's just a costume. You're a vampire too. "Hey..." He responded with the best grin that he could muster - be normal. Oh, but those yellow glowing eyes didn't look like contacts... and those fangs didn't look very plastic...
"Some party, huh? I hope you're feeling hungry. Jeff's about to give us the sign. We're gonna feast tonight!" The man said excitingly.
King just listened, trying his best not to seem nervous or confused about the situation. By now, he figured out what this man was. A vampire. A real life bloodsucking undead creature of the night. And he knew that this vampire man had been tricked by the fact that King was masquerading as one of these bloodsucking creatures tonight.
"Yup! Starving, ha.ha..." King responded, laughing nervously, before clearing his throat. Hungry. A feast. That meant there was more than just this one vampire at the party. How many were there? And how come Buffy's vampire radar didn't go off yet? Right... she told him that thing was a bit iffy. He forgot.
The vampire was looking at him oddly now, a brow raised. "Hey..."
Oh no, could he hear King's heart beating loudly within his chest? Could he smell the rushing blood through his veins? King had to get Buffy, NOW!
Swiftly, King rushed himself away from the vampire before anything else could be said. He pushed through people, eyes wildly looking for the honey blonde devil. "Buffy!?" He called out Where was she?! There was Willow! She was talking to Oz, smiling, giggling shyly. Should he go over there? Should he ruin her moment? I mean... if vampires were about to attack the party... her moment would be ruined either way wouldn't it?
"August!" She greeted him with a smile that soon faded when she noticed the worry upon his face. "... Are you okay?"
"Buffy! Where's Buffy?!" He asked with urgency, hands at her shoulders.
"She's inside, grabbing a beer..." She responded, pointing towards the house.
King didn't waste any time before he was storming off to find Buffy.
"Wait, what's wrong?! Is everything okay?!" Willow called out.
"No! Vampires! Go somewhere safe!" King yelled back, finally disappearing into the house.
Immediately, music surrounded him; people dancing around, getting drunk, yet no sign of who he needed to find.
Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Where was Buffy?!
King was starting to become more frustrated by the second. He was freaking out, when was this attack going to happen? And how could it be stopped if he couldn't even find the Slayer!? He was panicking, ready to pull out his phone and call her instead, but then he spotted her. Leaning against a wall in the corner of the living room, talking to some guy dressed like a zombie football player; was she flirting with him? But wasn't she with...? Oh! That was the least of his worries at the moment! He needed to tell her about the vampires!
"Hey, Auggie! What's up?" She beamed, "Why do you look like you've seen a gh--?"
Buffy didn't even get to finish her sentence before a loud and piercing scream broke through the bumping music. Everyone's heads turned to look at what the commotion was about, and Buffy furrowed her brows.
"It's partytime!!" Snarled a hideous looking head from a silver platter atop of the snack table, cackling with glee. Buffy recognized immediately what that thing was as it pulled its head out of the hole in the table and leapt right out from under it, hissing at a party goer and snatching them up.
"Vampires!" Exclaimed Buffy.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" King responded.
It took a second for everyone to realize that this was not just some Halloween prank or something planned out by Cordelia - was it the fact that the girl that the vampire had grabbed was now laying limp on the floor, throat covered in the same blood that covered the creature's mouth? Or the fact that her neck seemed to be twisted in an unnatural way? The volume of the music increased and the chaos began. People were screaming and running around like scared little mice, scurrying about, and vampires came out of the woodwork - eyes glowing yellow and bright, teeth gnashing; snarling, growling, hissing and jumping around grabbing themselves victims to eat. Some of them mindlessly destroyed things in the house, laughing maniacally at the pandemonium. Buffy knew she wouldn't be able to save everyone, but her Slayer instinct quickly kicked in, and she ordered King to grab as many people as he could and lead them to safety while she dealt with the gang of monsters.
"Be careful!" She warned, as she ran off to face the vampires.
"Hey! Dracu-loser, how about you pick on someone your own size?" Buffy called out to one of the vampires who was cornering a brunette in the kitchen, ready to make her his next meal.
The vampire turned around to face her as she walked towards him, and he chuckled, his eyes scanning her from top to bottom and back up again. "And that's supposed to be you, sweetheart?" He scoffed, approaching her with a sinister grin plastered upon his face.
Buffy took a few steps back the closer he got; she was eyeing the chair that was toppled over, it wasn't too far away from them - it's legs sticking up into the air. "Well... no. But, you know what they say about little packages..." Buffy spoke; now she was backed-up against a wall, looking as helpless as ever - or at least pretending to be.
"No, what do they say...?" The vampire asked, his tongue licking at his fangs; nearly salivating, so sure that he'd have his fill of her now.
"They pack a big PUNCH!" Buffy said, swinging her fists with all her might towards the side of his face. The vampire seemed confused, bewildered for a moment as it toppled backwards. It growled at her, and lunged forward again for the attack, but Buffy was quicker. She kicked her left leg upwards, hitting him, then spinning to hit him with her right. And then came the final blow, a kick to the middle of his chest that sent him flying backwards into the toppled chair. One of the legs impaled him right through the heart, and he groaned in pain.
Buffy flipped her hair and watched him. "I guess I should've told you that I was The Vampire Slayer?" She shrugged. "Oops, slipped my mind."
The creature shrieked then, but instead of burning and turning to ash like she was so used to vampires doing... it... exploded. Slimy, disgusting, red liquid that covered Buffy from head to toe. "Barf me out! It went into my mouth!" She screamed in horror, spitting and trying to wipe away the disgusting slimyness away but to no avail. It was pointless.
Exploding vampires? Since when?! Of course Halloween had to make things super special... why couldn't she ever have a regular Halloween? Just one! Was that too much to ask? Of course it was. She was the Slayer and this was Hellmouth, USA. But wasn't evil supposed to take a backseat on Halloween? Or was that just an optional rule? I mean, it had to be... she should've learned her lesson by now. None of her Halloween's have been evil free. Buffy groaned, frowning at the thought of her outfit being completely ruined and her hair being covered in this disgusting vampire goo... but then there was still screaming going on all around her, and that meant that she had to put her vanity and first world problems aside and go get rid of the rest of these undead freaks! Now she was extra pissed, so she'd use that anger to beat some ass!
The loud music seemed to accompany her battle.
She hoped that none of them exploded like this one did, but, naturally, she wasn't met with much luck when it came to hoping.
Every single one fell victim to her hand, and every single one exploded in an array of slimy colored substance; green, orange, black... by the time Buffy was finished with them all, she looked like a canvas painting by an abstract artist.
Or at least... just when she thought she had finished.
"Buffy!" Cried King behind her catching her attention.
There was a vampire grabbing onto him, he was struggling in its grip as the female demon forced his neck to crane and barred her teeth, ready to bite.
"Auggie!" Buffy screamed, running towards him, "No!" She was slipping and sliding from the slime that was dripping off of her and onto the floor beneath. On her way towards him she grabbed a pencil off the kitchen counter, and she jumped, tackling both the vampire and King to the floor with her. King was sandwiched between Buffy and the creature wriggling beneath him, hissing and growling like a wild animal.
"I'll eat you both!" It threatened.
"You didn't say trick or treat!" Buffy exclaimed, cocking her hand and back plunging the number two pencil deep into the vampire's chest right over King's shoulder, there was silence and stillness for a moment, before it began to freak out, screeching and writhing in agony and then... Buffy waited for it with closed eyes -- BAM!
Just when Buffy thought she couldn't be covered in anymore vampire gunk for the night. There it was... the last color of the night - yellow. Buffy pushed herself up from the floor and off of King, who was now covered in yellow slime and a mixture of whatever Buffy had rubbed off on him. There was silence between them, and King just looked like he was in shock for a bit as he took the hand that Buffy offered him.
He stood up and looked at her. Turning to look at the crazy mess that had been created by Buffy versus the exploding slime vampires. Buffy turned along with him, thinning her lips and wiping away some green slime that dripped from her forehead and over her right eye. The music had faded now and the silence only seemed to grow.
"So... did you bring that Tide pen?" Buffy's brows rose, finally breaking the quiet.
King dug into his pocket, holding up the Tide pen that was also covered in disgusting slime. "I brought the Tide pen."
"Buffy! August!" Willow came rushing down the stairs, she was free of any vampire slime. The same couldn't be said about Oz, however. Black and green.
"Oz locked me up in a closet and kept me safe!" She smiled dreamily at him as if he were her Knight in Shining Armor and Oz smirked proudly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah... well... I didn't want you to get hurt." He answered. He glanced over Buffy and King, then the rest of the house that looked like it was hit by a hurricane. "One helluva party, huh?"
He didn't seem phased by the whole vampire thing... Buffy wondered why...?
"Intense..." King responded.
"What the hell?! My house!" Cordelia screamed from behind them. There she was... and there was Xander. Why was his mouth covered in lipstick? Why was it the same shade that Cordelia was wearing? Buffy's brows furrowed. Cordelia's cat ears were crooked.
Looks like those vampires weren't the only weird and out-of-place thing about tonight...
"I should've known. Remind me to never invite you to my Halloween parties ever again, Buffy Summers." Cordelia said through gritted teeth.
"Whatever, it sucked anyways..." Buffy responded. Was she punning? Get it? Sucked? Vampires? Okay.
"Well... Happy Halloween?!" Xander spoke with a smile on his face, throwing his hands up, trying to lighten up the mood.