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A Birthday Surprise
25th February 2001 - Northallerton, a small town in north east England Flick was filled with the joys of spring as she bounced down the stairs, well as excited as she ever got anyway. It was always hard to tell beneath the scowls and sarcastic comments. Still, it was her 18th birthday today which meant loads of cool prezzies, she could make the effort to at least force a smile. She was greeted by her parents and sister as she walked into the dining room. Hilary in particular was looking very smug, something which she did well. The presents were dished out and there was a variety of cool things. Game soundtracks, action figures, videos and other such things which a girl would want for her birthday. When all that was done Hilary slid up to Flick and whispered in her ear. "There's a surprise for you in your room." Before grinning slyly Flick wasn't used to seeing her sister looking evil, she thought back to a comment she'd made about evil strawberries and decided she was beginning to regret it. Slowly she walked back upstairs and peeked her head around the door. She gaped.
Somehow, Hilary had managed to chain Angel to her bed. She stood looking at him for a moment not really sure what to do, although one or two ideas were springing to mind. "Do you like it?" Asked Hilary who had come up and stood beside her. Spike slid up and wrapped his arms around Hilary's waist (this is my fic so I get to live out some of my own fantasies as well) "Why the bloody hell did you bring that poof here?" Spike was intrigued by anyone who preferred Angel over him, it didn't happen very often." "He's so dark and brooding." Said Flick "You say that like it's a good thing." Replied her sister, she had major problems in seeing why Flick wanted Angel when there was a god like Spike in the house. Still, it meant she keep her hands off so that was just fine. "Is he good?" Asked Flick, referring of course to Angel's soul. "It's fully in tact." Replied Hils, Spike made vomiting motions behind her back. Flick suddenly gave the most evil grin she had ever done before. "Time for some happiness." She smirked before walking inside and shutting the door in Hilary and Spike's face. Both shrugging they walked back downstairs, Flick was probably going to be up there a while. Several hours later Flick came back down, unable to wipe the smile off her face. She softly followed by Angel who was trying to straighten his clothes and sort his hair out. It didn't take Spike long to sense that Angel was gone. Angelus was back, and grinning as much as Flick was. "I hope you don't mind that I made a few modifications to my present." Grinned Flick. "I like him better this way." "So do I," grumbled Spike "Anything is better than that whining, brooding, soul-filled, nancy-boy." Angelus growled at Spike but the blonde just smirked, it was one of his sexy trademarks, that and his leather duster. Hilary turned to Angelus. "I'd just like to say that if you try and bite me I'll stake you right here and now." Spike pulled her close to him. "Don't worry pet, I won't let him near you." Hilary snuggled into Spike's arms, this was possible the nicest time she'd ever had (too bad it's all coming out of my rather warped imagination and isn't actually real). Looking up she noticed that Flick had snuggled close to Angelus and she knew that this day was perfect for all concerned. They were disturbed from their intimacy by a knock at the door. Hilary shrugged out of Spike's embrace and opened it to find herself facing a guy she'd never seen before. Spike walked up behind her. "Who are you?" He scowled. "This is a private party so sod off before I eat you." "You don't scare me." The man in the doorway replied, his voice laced with a Scottish accent. Hilary's eyes went wide with surprise. "Fin?" Flick walked over to see what all the noise was about and grinned when she saw Fin stood at the door. This really was turning into the best birthday ever. "Surprise." Said Fin, who wasn't at all surprised to see Spike and Angel there (this was a fanfic after all). As he walked in he was followed by a woman dressed lessthan a little scantily. "This is Gabrielle." He beamed, "I hope you don't mind that I brought her." Flick shook her head. As long as Angelus was around, she didn't care who else was there. "The more the merrier." As the part began Hilary and Spike wheeled a huge cake into the middle of the room, it was covered in icing and chocolate. As Flick blew out the candles, the cake suddenly exploded, showering Spike in cream and sponge. Where the cake had been there was now a cream covered, and also very naked Angelus. "Bloody hell," grumbled Spike as he looked down at his now cream covered leather duster (TM). Hilary giggled and wiped some of the cream off his face and letting him lick it off her finger (sorry, phew, getting a bit hot under the collar here) Flick in the meantime was still staring at the cream covered, naked vampire in front of her. Angelus grinned. "Happy birthday, I wasn't sure what to get you so I got you....me." Flick returned the grin. "I think that's the best present yet." "Right then, so it's you and me, in my apartment for a week of sin." Continued the vampire. Flick's face fell. "Only a week?" "Well, I'm sure I can arrange an extension. Just let me get a shower and we can be off." With an evil glint in her eye Flick stepped a little closer to him. "Want me to come and scrub your back?" Angel nodded and the two went upstairs. Spike rolled his eyes, Hilary smiled and Fin and Gabrielle looked rather nauseous. Later that day in Angel's apartment Angelus wandered into the kitchen, naked once again and opened the fridge.
"What are you doing?" Called Flick's voice from the bedroom. "Just a little something to finish the day off." He replied before climbing back into bed. He help up a tub of chocolate ice-cream. "Hungry?" "It depends what we're going to do with it." Flick grinned. "I'm sure we can think of something." Numerous images began to run through Flick's head and she knew that this really had been the best birthday ever The End |
© 2001 Death-Marked Love