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Bing Crosby own's "White Christmas"

(Part 1: Life is Grand)

[I'm ... dreaming of a White ... Christmas Just like the one's I Used to know]

Willow awoke from her very peaceful sleep, and found that a pair of strong arms was wrapped tightly around her. She smiled to herself, and thought of the night before. Spike had surprised her with a romantic dinner in her backyard, and then surprised her even more when he got down on bended knee, and proposed.

Willow looked at the finger that now held his ring, and smiled. After she had said yes to him, she had given him his gift: her. The two of them had been dating for close to two years now, and everything was going perfect. He never pressured her into having sex with him, and she knew he was being patient with her. So, on Christmas Eve, she gave herself to her blonde vampire, and he was giving himself to her.

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She snuggled deeper into the tight arms that surrounded her. She felt the arms grow tighter, and realized that Spike was awake.

"Mornin', beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

Willow smiled softly. "Good morning."

"How are you feeling today?" he asked softly, rolling her onto her back.

"Mmm. Incredibly ... wha's the word?" she asked in thought. "Spent?"

Spike chuckled and looked at her with a wide smile. Nothing could be more perfect for him than it was now. He couldn't believe that she was his, and would be for a long time to come. When he first came to Sunnydale in search of Angel, he didn't know what to expect. When he met the Scooby Gang, he immediately fell for the redhaired witch. The two became quick friends, and after two years of friendship, they decided to become something more.

Two years prior to their relationship now, he had wanted to go farther into the relationship. He didn't just want kisses, and touching, he wanted it all. But, he soon came to the realization that he cared deeply for her, and didn't want to frighten her away. So, he didn't pressure her into anything. He knew when she was ready, she would give herself to him. Now, two years later, she was 19-years-old, and engaged to him. Unlife couldn't get any better.

~*~*~*~

"Spike?" Willow called out softly. "Spike? You in there?" she chuckled.

"Wha, luv?" he asked quietly, returning from all of his thoughts.

"I asked if you were excited about tonight."

"Huh? Oh yeah. Excited."

"You ok?" she asked softly.

Spike smiled. "Just thinkin', pet."

"Oh? About what?"

Spike sat up on his elbow, and took her left hand into his right, and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the finger softly that held his ring. She shivered slightly.

"About us. About the past. About the future."

Willow smiled softly when she thought about the future. If you had asked her two years ago what her future held, she would have told you she had no idea. But now, if you asked her, she would say her future was with Spike. "It does seem like a nice concept, don't you think?" she asked, bringing her hand up to rub the side of his face.

Spike closed his eyes, and shivered under touch. "Wha's tha, luv?"

"Us. The future Mr. and Mrs. William Bradley."

"That it does, luv. That it does," he said softly, as he kissed her lips with a gentle touch. "What time is the party tonight?" he whispered.

"7:30 at Buffy and Angel's."

"7:30? Why don't we keep ourselves busy until then?" he asked right before he kissed her deep and rough. Willow whimpered against him, and Spike's tongue begged her for entrance. Willow put her arms on the back of his neck, and pulled him closer.

Willow was grateful for everything that was happening to her. She really was loving life. She had her family, her friends, her education. And now, she had her Spike. In more ways than one. Life really was grand.

~*~*~*~

~ = Flashbacks

(Part 2: The Santanappers)

The party was going great. The music was playing loudly. The couples were dancing together, and having a good time. It was just too perfect for their Christmas Party. Everyone was there with the loves of their lives. Buffy and Angel. Giles and Joyce. Xander and Amy. Cordelia and Wesley. Spike and Willow. Everything seemed to be going fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, until they all heard a scream.

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"Wills!" Buffy screamed running to her friends side. "Are you ok?"

Willow gasped for air, and tried to breathe. "Ye ... yeah, Buffy. I'm fine. I um ... I just saw a frog. I ... I'm sorry ..." she chuckled lightly, trying to ease everyone's fear of shock.

"Phew! Oh my God! I thought something or someone had attacked you in the backroom," Buffy said, then looked at her. "Why were you in the backroom?"

Willow looked around quickly, and then laid her eyes on Spike. He knew why she had screamed because he was back there with her. She looked to him for help. "We were wrapping Christmas presents, and the frog leaped up at her," he spoke.

Buffy and the others looked at him curiously, but bought his story. "Well, now that um, we know tha ... that the backroom is frog home, perhaps we could um, get back to the party at hand?" Giles asked, with a smile on his face.

Everyone nodded, and left the couple in the kitchen. Spike and Willow looked at one another, and ran back into the backroom. Spike quickly shut the door, and looked back out of the window.

"Is he still there?" Willow asked softly.

"No, luv. Looks like the vamps got him."

Willow groaned, and leaned up against the door. "Spike, we can't let them keep him! It's Christmas!"

"I know, luv. We'll think of something," he responded, squeezing his hand, then peering back out of the window.

~*~*~*~

~Earlier that evening:

"Willow! Spike! I'm so happy you two could make it," Buffy said as she hugged her two friends.

"Wouldn't miss it for anything, Buff," Willow replied. During her hug with Buffy, she heard someone squeal happily.

"It's about time he proposed!"

"Cordelia!" Willow left Buffy's embrace and ran into the girl's arms. "When did you get back?"

"We got back earlier today," she smiled, looking at the ring on her finger. "When did he propose?" By that time, everyone was over at Willow's side, looking at her ring. Spike stood behind Willow, and snuck his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

She smiled as everyone looked at her hand, and congradulated them. Everyone told them how happy they were now that they were finally getting married the mortal way. She, however, didn't tell them it was going to be a vampire ceremony, not a mortal ceremony. That was one thing she asked of Spike when he proposed. She wanted to do it his way, and not the 'right' way. He was happy to agree.

Willow had went to the kitchen to fix her something quick to drink, when she had heard a noise coming from the backroom. Spike had entered just in time to see her slip into the backroom, and decided to follow her. There, they both saw something they never would have ever imagined: Santa Claus.

Willow was shocked, as was Spike. For all of his years alive, he never knew that the man in children's stories really did exist. He always thought he was made up. And now, here he stood, in Buffy's backroom.

Fortunately for them, Santa didn't see them. He moved out of the backroom, and headed back outside. Spike went to the open door, knowing that he had smelled the vampires outside, and tried to warn Santa, but before he could, they stole poor Santa away. And that was when Willow had screamed.~

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"Spike! What are we going to do? We can't tell the others. They'll think we're drunk or something," she panicked, pacing the floor.

"I know, pet. But, there's nothing we can do."

Willow went into deep thinking mode. There just had to be something they could do. Even though she didn't celebrate Christmas because she was Jewish, she knew that there would be lots of unhappy children in Sunnydale if Santa didn't deliver.

{What to do? What to do? Ok, Rosenburg. Think. If you were a Santanapper, where would you take him? Think! Think! Think! Oh Goddess! All those poor kids. Santa ... reindeer ... presents ... Sunnydale ... Christmas ... Spike ... Santa suit ...} her head snapped up, and she grew a wicked smile, and looked at Spike. {That's it! That's how we save Christmas!}

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(Part 3: Mission: Not Impossible)

"Spike," Willow called softly, stalking towards him.

"Yeah, pet?" he asked, oblivious to her stalking mode while he stared out of the window.

She slowly slid her arms around his waist, and started to kiss his back gently. "How much do you love me?" she asked softly, in between kisses.

"A lot, pet. Why?"

"Would you do anything for me?"

"You know I would."

"Would you kill for me, Spike?"

"Yes."

"Would you die for me?"

"Yes."

"Would you play Santa for me?"

"Yes."

{Too easy} "Good. We can leave immediately then," she grinned heading for the door.

Spike snapped out of his thoughts, and grabbed Willow by the wrist. "Wait a damn minute!"

"Wha?" she asked innocently.

"Wha did you mean by that?" he asked, his eyes showing a side of horror in them.

She looked at him in amusement. "You heard me," she grinned.

"I will *not* dress up like bloody Santa Claus!" Spike screamed.

"Oh come on, Spike. Please?" she asked coyly. Spike just glared at her, and she stalked towards him once again. "Spikey, just think of all the fun. You get dress up in the Santa suit ... then I can be your little elf helper ... dress up in a tight, sexy elves outfit tha squeezes my breast so that you can see them while I breathe ... then after we've delivered all of the Christmas gifts, we can go home, and remove all of the clothes ..." she whispered, as she drifted off to watch his eyes.

Spike couldn't believe it. She had just successfully seduced him into dressing up like Santa Claus. If he didn't like Angel so damn much, he would have to swear he would become just like him. He looked down at her, and smiled.

"You will owe me, luv. And I mean, *owe* me," he whispered seductively. He didn't want her to know that she was indeed in control, but wanted to try and stay dominate to her.

Willow shivered as his mouth was so close to her she could almost feel his breath. She took in a gasp, and realized she was holding her breath. "Wha ... whatever you want, Spike. It's yours," she agreed.

Spike grinned to himself. "Well then, luv. I guess it's time we go save Christmas," he said extending his hand out to her.

Willow nodded, and grabbed his hand. She followed him out of the backroom, and thought to herself. {Mission: Not Impossible}

~*~*~*~

(Part 4: Pie?)

"Spike! Can't you go any faster?"

"Pet, I'm moving as bloody fast as I can! Don't get your knickers all in a knot!"

"Just move it!"

"It's not like they're gonna go anywhere, pet."

"Spike, either start moving faster, or I'm going to deny you the one thing you want most!"

"And wha's that pet?"

"PIE!"

Spike stopped dead on the side of the house, and looked down at Willow. "You wouldn't!"

Willow looked up at him hatefully. "Spike, you have two options. One, move it and I'm happy to give you what you want, or two. I climb up the damn house around you and you sleep outside! NOW MOVE!"

Spike just looked at her, and saw her face. "You're serious."

"Damn right I am! NOW CLIMB, DAMN YOU!"

"Fine! You want to play games, we'll play bloody games," Spike mumbled to himself as he started to climb faster than normal. "Deny *me* pie! How incredibly rude of her."

"Spike, stop complaining, will you?"

"I will not!" Spike replied as he reached the top of the roof. "You are trying to deny me the one thing I love most, and you expect me to *not* complain? You're losing your touch, pet."

Willow reached the top of the roof, and looked around at the ground below her. It had taken them close to 20 minutes to climb up the side of Angel's mansion, when it should normally take about five.

Spike had been complaining the whole climb. She knew he didn't really want to do this, but was doing it because she wanted him too. She just knew it wouldn't be Christmas without a Santa Claus, so, she came up with the next best thing: a Spike Claus.

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(Part 5: Reindeer and Moose)

"Pet, wha the hell are those?"

Willow looked over at what Spike was pointing at, and broke into a fit of laughter. "Spike, those are reindeer."

"Oh bloody hell," Spike groaned.

"Oh come on, Spikey. They're cute! Don't tell me you don't like reindeer," she laughed.

Spike groaned inwardly, thinking about his last encounter with reindeer. That was a night he would never forget.

~"Dru, where are you, pet?"

"Spikey, I want a pet," Dru called out.

"Dru, where are you?" Spike asked, walking around the wooded area.

"Over here, my Spikey."

Spike went over to her and groaned inwardly. Leave it to the insane one to want a pet with horns. "Dru, we are *not* keeping tha bloody animal," he scowled at her.

What seemed as if the reindeer had heard what he had said, the reindeer took off Spike. It chased him out of the wooded area, and drove his horns into Spike's butt, sending him face first into a tree.~

"Tha bloody animal hurt my bum one time," Spike said, looking over at a laughing Willow. "Wha?"

"Spike, that wasn't a reindeer if his horns were tha big," she laughed.

"Then wha the bloody hell was it?"

Willow couldn't help but laugh. She knew Spike was intelligent. She couldn't believe tha he would think tha the animal was a reindeer. "Spike, it was probably a moose," she finally answered.

"A moose?" Willow nodded. "Well bloody hell," he said, starting to chuckle at himself. "Sorry mates," he said as he walked up to the head reindeer. "A case of mistaken identity." Just like the last time, the reindeer took his cue, and licked Spike's face. "Well, pet, hope you like me with drool," he chuckled. Willow couldn't help but laugh. {I wonder if he could name all of the reindeer. This is just too real} she thought as she wiped the tears from her eyes. {This is just too funny} "Hey, Spike," she said as she finally stopped the laughter.

"Wha is it, pet?" he asked as he petted the reindeer.

Willow stalked up to him, and whispered, "If you name all of the reindeer, I'll let you have your pie."

Spike looked at her. "Pie?" he squeeked out.

"Pie," she answered seductively.

"Well, um, ok," Spike stumbled out, trying to remember the names of the reindeer. {Why does she have to threaten me with putang pie?}

~*~*~*~

// I do not own "Rudulph the Red Nose Reindeer//

(Part 6: You Know...)

Spike groaned inwardly. {I bloody can't believe she's making me name the damn reindeer! I can't believe I can't remember the damn names! As much T.V. as I watch. This is bad}

Willow stood beside Spike, and watched his facial expressions. She didn't know why this was so tough for him. He's seen a lot more T.V. in his days than she had, and it should be obvious that he knew the song.

She smiled as the tune started to play in her head. She started to hum along. Spike looked at her oddly.

"Pet?"

She kept humming along.

"Pet?" More humming. "PET!"

"Yes, Spike?" she asked innocently.

"Wha the bloody hell are you humming?" he asked, starting to get angry at himself for not being able to remember the tune.

"Close your eyes, baby, and think about it for a minute. It'll come back to you."

Spike closed his eyes, and listened to Willow's humming. A small smile drifted up on his face, and he started to sing.

[You know Dasher and Dancer Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen.

But do you recall? The most famous reindeer of all? Rudulph the Reindeer Deer]

Spike's eyes snapped open and looked at Willow's beaming face. "I knew you could do it," she whispered. "Now, let's go save Santa, Spike," she said giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then climbing into the sleigh. Spike shook his head. {Wha the bloody hell do you know?}

Spike looked at the lead reindeer, and said, "Let's get ready to rumble, Rudulph," and walked to join his Willow in the sleigh.

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(Part 7: Santa Spike)

"Pet, do you know how to get these buggers to move?" Spike asked curiously.

Willow bit her bottom lip. "Well," she started. "In the cartoon version, Santa always starts off by saying 'On Dasher ... On Dancer ... On Prancer and Vixen ... On Comet ... On Cupid ... On Donner and Blitzen ... On Rudulph ... Away' or something like tha," she said thinking.

Spike looked at her, and smirked. "How 'bout I just say 'Go you buggers, before I casterate all of ya?'"

Willow slapped him in the arm, frustrated. "Just do whatever, Spike! It's getting late and we need to get started."

"Pet, wha do we do first? Save Christmas or Santa?"

"Children first, then Santa."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, if we save Santa first, then I won't--" Spike stopped when he saw the frown on Willow's face. He sucked in a deep breath, and frowned. "Fine," he rolled his eyes, and bellowed out: "On Slasher ... On Fancer ... On Lancer and Dixen ... On Vomet ... On Stupid ... On Bonner and Pritzen ... On Blodulph ... Away ..." he snickered as the reindeers started to move.

"Spike!" Willow threatend in a low tone. "Be nice, dammit!"

"Wha, pet? It got the lil buggers to move didn't it?"

"Yes, but you better do well and remember their damn names or I'll hurt you severely," she threatened.

Spike frowned and scowled. "Well *something* crawled up your ass and died."

"*Something* did and they're called Vampires!" she practically screamed.

Spike smiled a sweet smile at her. "Aw, luv. We're not all that bad. Really," he said trying to charm her.

Willow tried to scowl at him, but she couldn't do it. She just smiled. "Let's just get these presents dropped off at the houses then go save Santa, ok?"

Spike smiled. "Sure, pet. Where to first?"

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(Part 8: Finding Santa)

For the rest of the night, Willow and Spike delivered all of the presents to their rightful homes and owners. Every house had a little something from dear ole Saint Nick, and Willow felt right proud of herself. Not only had she saved Christmas this year, but Spike was actually being a nice guy. She really couldn't wait to be his wife in a few weeks.

"Luv?"

"Hmm?"

"Wha you thinkin' bout?"

"Where do you think they're keeping Santa?" she asked curiously.

"Probably a crypt somewhere. Why? You ready to go look for him?"

Willow nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready to head home and have a night of my own," she smiled wickedly at him.

Spike smirked. "Well, then let's go find the bugger," he said, whistling to the reindeer to move up the speed as he headed toward the nearest cementary.

~*~

Spike stopped the reindeer after they arrived in the cementary. He could smell the vampires, and told Willow to stay put. He walked off in the direction that his senses took him, and stopped in front of the crypt. He heard the voices of the vampires and he heard laughter.

Spike cautiously opened the door to the crypt, and stepped through. He saw Santa tied up in a chair and gagged, being beaten by all the vamps. {Guess the little fledges don't like Christmas} he thought. {Well, can't have them hurting the fat man. Might as well save his arse.}

"Hey, mates," he said coming out of the shadows. "Mind if I have a little fun?"

One of the vampires stepped from beside Saint Nick, and stalked toward the blonde vampire. "You're not wanted here, Spike. You're a disgrace to your kind," he snarled.

Spike started to mock the vampire. "Oh no! I'm not wanted here! Whatever on this bloody earth shall I ever do?"

The vampire through himself at Spike, and before Spike realized what was happening, three vampires had jumped on him. He pushed the one that was on top of him off, and did the same with the other two.

"Well, tha was just ... *rude!*" Spike exclaimed. One of the vampires attacked him and Spike through him into the wall. Spike turned around just in time to see a fist come into pure contact with his face. Spike stumbled backwards, and slid into his game face. "Alright," he growled. "Now I'm pissed."

Spike pushed himself forward and tackled the vampire that had punched him. He through a couple of punches to his face, completely forgetting about the other two vamps. He decided to stop playing, and just snapped his neck. Spike snarled when he felt a board hit him upside the head.

Getting up from the floor, he stood face to face with the two other vampires. Spike snarled viciously. "Do you two honestly think you can take the Big Bad?" The stronger vamp went and attacked Spike. Spike kicked him so hard he flew into the wall. Spike looked at the other vamp, who was now shaking, and stalked towards him. The fledgeling went and dropped the board, and Spike looked at him. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he smiled. "A little ... pathetic ... fledgling. Don't you know how incredibly rude it is to mess with a Master Vampire?" The fledge turned to run, but Spike grabbed him by his neck, and sank his fangs into him, draining him. "Nothing like a demon to satisfy your craving."

Spike dropped the body before him and looked at the last vampire standing. "Who's it gonna be, mate? You? Or me?" he snarled as he stalked toward his prey.

"Wha's the matter, Spike? Did we ruin your Christmas? Sorry," he mocked.

Spike stopped and grinned. "No, mate. You didn't ruin my Christmas," he said before tackling the vamp and pinning him on the floor. "But you ruined my mate's and for that, you have to die." Spike sank his fangs into the vampire's neck, then tore his throat out with his fangs.

Spike looked up and saw a shaken Santa Clause. Spike stood and walked over to Santa, removing the gag. "Sorry about ruining your suit, mate. I'll get you another one."

Santa didn't know what to do. Everything that just happened had seemed way to weird for him, and seeing a vampire in one of his suits, that was now covered in blood, just made everything a little more weird for the ole cherry one.

Not knowing whatelse to do, Santa nodded. "Thanks," he said shyly. Spike grinned. "Come on, mate. I'll explain everything to you why we go back to your sleigh."

"My sleigh? It's here?" Santa asked confused. Spike nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think your furry pals like me too well," he replied as he opened the door to the crypt.

"Why you think that?"

"Well, I think it all has to do with me calling them Slasher, Stupid, Pritzen, Dixen, Vomet, and a few other names."

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Epilogue:

Spike stood in the back of the room as he watched the people around him. He couldn't believe that these people were his family. Just four years before, he doubted if he would have ever talked to them, little lone consider them family.

However, all of that changed when he met his little redhead. He smiled when he thought of her. It was almost as if his dead heart would always beat 1,000 beats whenever she was around. She was his life. His world. His mate. His everything.

He watched as she opened up more gifts from all of her friends. He couldn't believe the past few days. She had said yes to his proposal and not only that, she wanted a vampire ceremony, not a mortal ceremony. That in itself had surprised him, but he wasn't going to complain. He would be more than happy to accept.

Then there was the whole 'Save Santa Clause from the evil vampires' escapade. He chuckled to himself thinking about that. The look on Willow's face when she came face to face with him. Then the look on his face when she told him she was Jewish. Priceless to them both.

Willow had indeed kept her promise to him. They went home afterwards and spent the entire day in bed together. She had wore her elf outfit, like she promised, and he loved undressing her from it. She had giggled so much he thought she had swallowed a feather.

Now, here they were. Once again in Buffy and Angel's house. Everyone was gathered around the tree, opening presents, and remembering childhood memories. Willow and Xander shared childhood pranks they played on each other when they were in elementary. Everything had changed for the duo since Buffy's arrival, but they didn't let the memories haunt them. They only reveled in them in happy times.

~*~

Willow looked up and smiled at Spike. She stood up and walked over to him, sliding her arms around him. She stood on her tiptoes and he bent down to her. They shared a gentle kiss, then Spike pulled her closer. His tongue shot out into her mouth and tasted it all around. When she finally pulled back, she smiled.

"Mistletoe," she whispered.

Spike smiled. "Merry Christmas, baby."

"Merry Christmas, my love. Merry Christmas," then they kissed as they heard Amy start singing.

"I'm ... drea .. ming of a White ... Christmas ..."

The End