Buffy the Vampire Slayer 19a Buffy the Vampire Vlayer 19? Add your own comic book collection to the online catalogue at LastDodo and find any missing new and old comic books. The good demon Clem, who will later befriend Buffy and the other Scoobies, appears for the first time playing kitten poker. He is credited as 'Loose Skinned Demon'. Buffy shows how she would rather hang out with Spike than the other Scoobies. The two now share common interests which will lead to their physical relationship later in the season. ‎Buffering the Vampire Slayer is a bi-weekly podcast in which your hosts Jenny Owen Youngs (professional musician and recreational Whedonverse aficionado) and Kristin Russo (professional writer and former goth teen) discuss Buffy the Vampire Slayer, one episode at a time. Spike, played by James Marsters, is a fictional character created by Joss Whedon for the television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel.Spike is a vampire and played various roles on the shows, including villain, anti-hero, trickster and romantic interest. Clips from Season 1 to Season 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't claim to own any of the clips. If you repost this video plz give me credit.

Drinks, Demons And Kitten Poker

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Kitten Poker Free Play

Spoilers- Anything before Hells Bells

Disclaimer- Me: Fanfic writer, Joss: Owner and genius creator.

Note- This is kind of an idea that has been knocking around in my brain since that scene in S4 when Spike and Anya are talking at the Bronze.

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Anya winced as the alcohol burned a trail down her throat. She slammed the shot glass down on the bar at the Bronze and indicated towards the bartender for another. She watched as the amber liquid filled the glass, holding up a hand to get him to stay Anya downed the shot and slammed the glass on the bar, causing the man to wince.

'Again.' Anya demanded, her voice rough from the repetitive shots.

'Miss, don't you think you've had enough?' The bartender asked timidly.

Anya glared at him. 'No, now fill 'er up!'

The bartender tried again. 'Miss, I don't think-' He was interrupted.

'Don't think. Just give the lady her drink.'

Anya looked up. 'Spike.'

Spike nodded at her. 'Demon girl. You here alone? I thought you and the boy were joined at the hip these days, what with the two of you getting hitched soon and all.'

Anya downed her shot and placed it on the bar, never once looking at him. 'He's working late at a site.'

Spike straddled the stool next to hers. 'So you thought, what? Come to the Bronze and buy some overpriced drinks to keep you company?'

Anya picked up her glass and twisted it in her hands, staring at the small amount of alcohol that swirled in the bottom of the glass. 'I'm sick of stress eating over the wedding.'

Spike arched his scared eyebrow at her. 'So you thought you'd stress drink and get royally pissed instead.'

Anya nodded. 'That's the plan.'

Spike shrugged. 'Sounds good. Think I'll join you.'

Anya stared at him until he shrugged self-consciously. 'A fella has his reasons, not that I ever needed a reason to get drunk. 'Sides I can actually stand you; 1000 years of vengeance makes for some bloody interesting stories.'

Anya ran a finger around the rim of the glass and laughed bitterly. 'Xander never wants to hear my stories.'

Spike smirked. 'He's human, pet. Human's never want to be reminded of their own mortality.'

Anya glared at him. 'I'm human.'

Spike shook his head. 'Maybe physically. But you're something more, Anya. We both are. We don't belong here. We're bigger than this, better than this.'

'And yet we're both still here.' Anya commented.

Spike snagged a bottle of beer, ignoring the protests of the drinker, and took a swig, grimacing at the taste of cheap American beer. 'Ye-ap. We are Loves Bitches aren't we?'

Anya propped her head up with her fist and sighed. 'Oh yeah.'

Spike sighed and guzzled the rest of the beer. He looked around the club, eyeing the teenagers and early twenty-something's with distaste. His lip curled. 'You want to get out of here? All these giggling children are turning my stomach.'

Anya looked around and scowled. 'Please.'

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'There now, isn't this better?' Spike asked as they settled into a booth, drinks of preference in hand.

Anya looked around, taking in the familiar sight of demonic faces and forms. She took a gulp of her wine and leaned back, a genuine smile on her face. 'Yeah, it is.'

Anya bopped along with the music from the jukebox as she searched through the crowd. 'Hey, I think I attended a massacre with that demon once.' Anya waved excitedly to him.

The demon looked at her, confused, and waved hesitantly back. Anya beamed and drained her glass.

'Whoa, Luv. Don't want you to pass out yet.' Spike pulled her glass away from her. 'You don't have the demonic constitution you used to anymore.'

Anya pouted. 'Killjoy.'

Spike chuckled. 'Just don't want to have to carry you home is all.'

Anya leaned back into the cushion of the booth and crossed her arms. She watched the demons come and go with nostalgic eyes, often getting caught up in telling Spike stories from her past. Spike would smirk and chuckle appreciatively at all her bloody and gory vengeance work tales.

Hours later when she and Spike were well past slightly tipsy and raring their way through drunk into completely shaggin' pissed, as Spike like to put it, through the entire din Anya made out the little mew of a kitten. She looked up and caught sight of a demon in an overcoat that wouldn't stop wiggling, a small ginger tail poked out of one of the pockets.

Anya grabbed Spike's arm. 'You know what I'd really like to do right now?'

Spike leered at her. 'I could guess.'

'Play some kitten poker.' Anya announced. 'I haven't played a good game of kitten poker in decades.'

Spike quickly recovered. He helped her to her feet, although he couldn't quite figure out how someone had slipped him a third leg without him realizing it. 'If it's kitten poker the former vengeance demon wants, then its kitten poker she shall get.'

Spike and Anya made their way unsteady to the back door and pushed their way through. A bunch of demons looked up nervously. Clem stepped forward. 'Spike, you're back. You didn't bring the slayer with you again, did you?'

Spike threw his arm around Anya's shoulders. 'Nah, just an ex-vengeance demon looking for a good time.'

The demons looked at the smiling Anya suspiciously.

'How do you become any ex-demon?' One of the demons asked.

Anya shrugged. 'Had my amulet broken. Time was when I could have wrecked a bloody massacre on this town, left it cursing my name.' Anya sighed nostalgically. 'Those were the days, back when I wouldn't have even blinked at the thought of eviscerating everyone at the Bronze and maybe collecting their intestines to make a coat out of.'

Spike sighed, clearly caught up in the image. 'Fun times.'

Anya smiled. 'Yes, they were.'

Clem shifted away from her. His hands hovering around his sides in an attempt to protect his intestines.

'Oh don't worry I only kill demons now. You know when they try to hurt my Xander or destroy my store. Intestines don't really work with this colour any way.' Anya reassured Clem earnestly while running her fingers through her newly coloured hair. She sat at the table. 'So are we going to play kitten poker or what?'

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Anya squinted at the cards in her hands and stuck her cigar securely between her teeth. She looked at the kittens on the table then back at her cards. She surveyed her fellow card players; Spike had folded long ago so her main competition was Clem and a green-blue scaly demon with claws. She watched as the green-blue demon fidgeted under her gaze and Clem drummed his fingers against the table anxiously.

A smug smile crept across her face, after playing several rounds with them she had picked up their telling signatures. Over a millennia alive teaches you how to read people, especially in the wishing business. Anya set her cards in the table.

'Read 'em and weep, boys. Looks like I win again.'

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Anya awoke with a groan. She pulled herself over to the side of the bed and let herself hang half off. A shadow loomed over her.

'I'm guessing someone had a big night last night.'

Anya groaned again at Xander's amused voice. Her brain pounded against her skull, begging to be let out and her stomach churned. She couldn't remember the last time she was this hung over.

'Ugh.'

Xander crouched down. 'I made you some of the Harris family famous hang over remedy. And I cooked you up a big breakfast to get you going.'

Anya attempted to smile at him. He really was a fabulous man, he was so kind and caring and he would make a great father some day.

'There's just one thing, Honey. Why is our living room full of kittens?'

A/N - Just a quick thing I came up with when I should have been paying attention in class. Let me know what you think because I have ideas for loads more of these.

The cardboard box he carried was swaying dangerously as its occupants moved around inside. Tiny pattering sounds and high pitched mewls issued from under the partially closed top. The racket had attracted more attention that he had expected, several people shooting him odd looks as he hurried down the street as naturally as possible. The last thing he needed was for the police to stop him and ask why he had a box full of -

'Kittens!' Spike growled as a small paw appeared from a hole in the side and tried to swat at his hand with the tiniest of claws.

Readjusting his hold so his fingers were clear of the probing paw, he glared down through the top. A dozen pairs of eyes glared right back, the meows becoming even louder.

'You lot are ungrateful. Without me helpin', you'd end up some demon's dinner.'

The kittens, predictably, did not care he had rescued them. They were far more interested in escaping their prison.

He sighed, a long suffering noise that escaped from flared nostrils. 'D'you know how much cheatin' I had to do to save you all? Demons play kitten poker specifically to eat you. A little gratitude would be nice.'

William the Bloody was many things but an animal abuser was not one. Ever since his first kitten poker game, he had used his dubious skillset to win as many kittens as possible with the intention of saving them. Of course, none of the demons he played with had any idea. He still had an image to maintain after all.

Eating animals had never sat well with him. People, sure. Humans were nasty creatures to begin with. They were capable of just as much evil as he was, sometimes even more. Animals though, they were innocent.

And not even he could pretend kittens were not simply too adorable to be food.

It was getting late. He had to hurry or the local shelter would be closed before he got a chance to drop off his winnings. The first few times he had shown up, usually a little bloody from overzealous poker mates and somewhat inebriated, the people running the shelter had been wary. Now though, it had merely become routine. No questions were asked, everyone content with the knowledge he was keeping local strays off the street.

It was his good deed for the millenium.

The shelter, just down the street from the Magic Box, was still lit, the open sign glowing from the window. He increased his pace, casting glances at the Magic Box.

This was the most dangerous part of the operation. The Scoobies were constantly having meetings, none of which he was ever invited to, and he could not imagine what would happen if they caught him skulking around with a box full of fluffy kittens.

They would assume the worst and try to stake him for it probably. No, definitely. Red had owned a cat and not even Dawn would side with him if she thought he was going to eat the poor creatures. Curse of the vampire, every action just had to be demonic.

Pausing outside the shelter, he made sure no one was on the street before repositioning the box on his hip and shouldering the door open. One of those ungodly bells rang, echoing in the small space.

A woman, bespeckled with grey hair pulled taut in a ponytail, looked up from the magazine she was reading.

'Oh William! Back again so soon?' she asked as he set the box on the counter.

'I just happened on them earlier.' he said, watching as she pulled out one of the kittens for inspection.

It was a skinny little thing, too large ears sticking out from its head like bat wings. As the woman rubbed its back, a faint purr rumbled from it, the entire black body shaking.

'Well they look like they're in good health.' she commented. 'Not that I expect anything less. You have quite a knack for this.'

He wondered how she would react if he told her the only reason they were kept so healthy was because then they were worth more on the poker table.

'They find me.' he shrugged.

'You're being modest. One day I'm going to force you to tell me how you find so many strays.' she smiled warmly.

He chuckled, imagining her kneeling over in horror as he told her the truth. 'Well, I best be goin' then. Lots to do.'

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Kitten Poker Free

'Take care.' she picked up the box and disappeared into a back room.

He exited the shelter and dug into his pocket for a cigarette. Lighting it defty, he stuck it between his lips and made his way towards the Magic Box. Light was peeking through the closed blinds meaning something was afoot. A little mayhem seemed good right about now, something to reset the cosmic scale. He had done good, time to let the Big Bad out a bit.

Flinging open the door, he sauntered in. Immediately, Buffy, Giles, and Xander scowled with varying degrees of irritation. The others essentially ignored him, accustomed to his displays. Dawn alone offered him a smile, gesturing to the empty chair besides her.

'What are you doing here?' Buffy asked, arms crossed as she eyed him darkly.

The defiant look was a bit lost on him, mostly because his chip almost ensured his survival. She would not dare to kill something as 'defenseless' as he. Taking Dawn's offer, he sat down backwards in one of the chairs and looked around the opened books scattered around the table.

'I was jus' takin' some kittens to the shelter and saw the lights on. Thought I'd drop by and offer my help.' Someone had left a box of donuts out and he snagged one deftly, taking an unnecessarily large bite.

'You, saving kittens?' Xander rolled his eyes.

Spike smirked to himself, swiping his tongue across his lips to remove any icing. 'What? Coulda done it.'

'You're a vampire.' Buffy said as if he were stupid. 'And evil.'

He held up his hands mockingly. 'Alright you caught me. I was lookin' for this vampire bint. She's bloody annoyin' but has the biggest rack I've ever seen in my unlife-'

A chorus of groans greeted his words and everyone went back to trying to pretend he was not there. Not altogether bothered by the reaction, he grabbed another donut and contentedly watched the others labor through another game of find the demon.

Maybe tomorrow he would stop by Willy's and inquire about the next game. Clem had mentioned finding a litter of ginger kitten a few days ago and he had a soft spot for the tiny tigers...