Ashes to Bashes. Spike, Giles. 12
200 words for slashthedrabble‘s Fairy Tale challenge.
Ashes to Bashes
Well, it was a promise, wasn’t it? A promise to the Watcher at that - which meant the Slayer’d kick his arse if he didn’t keep it. Spike checked his pockets, making sure he hadn’t forgotten his invitation:
“William the Bloody and Guest. You are cordially invited to the 265th All Hell Let Loose Ball”
Rupert’d been so excited at the idea of seeing in the flesh all the forms of evil he‘d only ever gazed at in dusty old books, that it hadn’t taken Buffy long to threaten Spike into asking Giles to be the “Guest” in question. And Spike’d had the shock of his unlife when Giles grabbed and kissed him hard at the offer. Maybe an evening out with Rupes was a livelier gig than he’d reckoned.
Pity the old git had been too distracted by the prospect of their “date”, to look right and left at the roadside outside Slayer Central. Messy, that. Spike winced at the memory, as he dug around in his coat pocket for the evening’s other essential accessory.
“Cinders,” Spike saluted the little cardboard carton of Giles’ ashes he held in front of his face. “ you will go to the ball!”