The guy behind the mask.
Chapter 1
He stood on stage, blinded by the lights and lost in music. Hundreds of screaming girls calling out his name, he didn't care or listen, he was too lost in the music.
He was suddenly woken by a loud noise outside.
When Spike looked out if his window he saw a delivery van.
"Looks like someone's bought next door." He said to himself then headed to the bathroom to shower.
Spike was a tallish guy with bleached blonde hair and a love of black leather. His favourite item was his leather jacket, he never went anywhere without it.
He owned the Bronze, a popular nightclub in Sunnydale; his band played there every night and wanted to get big. Xander wanted to get big so he could score girls, Spike wasn't bothered about that. He loved music, it was his life. That and looking after the house when his dad was away. His dad, Rupert Giles was the owner of the club really he just let Spike run it. He was away on a business meeting so Spike was all alone for the entire month. The house felt quiet, but that didn't bother Spike, it meant he could play his guitar and write new songs without his dad telling him to turn his amp down.
Spike grabbed his keys and walked to the door, he quickly checked everything was off and went. He unlocked his mini cooper and had a quick nosey at who moved in next door, all he could see were men moving boxes in the house. He drove off, not wanting to be late for his first band practise since after the summer holidays. He had missed his friends, they went on holiday and he was stuck in his three storey house with no one but the TV and his guitar.
Spike sped into his parking space behind the Bronze and noticed his fellow band members waiting for him. He got out of the car and Xander was the first to greet him. "Hey man." He said and hugged his friend.
"You gona let us in or what?" Doyle said being impatient. Spike smiled and threw the keys to the Bronze at him.
In the band there was, Spike on vocals and guitar, Doyle on bass, Oz on guitar and Xander on drums, together they made up Code Blue.
The guys let themselves in and jumped behind the bar to get some beers. Spike didn't object, he would just simply put the money back in later. "How was your holiday then Spikey?" Doyle, the Irish one asked taking a sip form his beer.
"How do you say bloody rubbish without swearing?" Spike asked sarcastically and the four friends smiled and took more sips of beer.
"Man, I think this stuff is off." Oz said placing the beer down on the stage and laughing.
"Yeah, it's been here over a month." The guys gave Spike an 'are you being serious face' and Spike laughed.
"I'm kidding; it's this new foreign stuff."
The guys sighed with relief and Xander was the first to talk business.
"So… got any new songs for us Spikey?" He rubbed his hands together when Spike handed his some papers, the group gathered round and read the lyrics.
"Man, this is pretty good." Doyle said sounding surprised. Spike hadn't being able to write any good songs since Drusilla left him. She was a bubbly girl, but too weird. She left him without saying a word and moved to LA. He had been pretty broke, but seemed to be getting over it now.
"Thanks." Spike said and took his guitar on stage.
His guitar was a 60's vintage red Stratocaster signed by Alice Cooper. He plugged it into one of the Marshall amps and began playing. He wasn't really playing ay chords or anything; he was just simply showing off his technique.
At eight o clock Spike pulled up outside his house, turned off the ignition and got out of the car trying not to slam the car door when he let go of it. Spike unlocked his house door and shut it behind him. "Great, another night alone." He said to himself. He was going to invite the guys over but he over heard them saying they had plans with their families. Spike wished he had a father who would spend time with him; instead he had a rich father who wasn't even in the same town as him half the time.
Picking up the rubbish bad, he walked outside to the bin. It was a pretty cold night. Spike looked over to the next house, there was no gate or wall separating the two houses and Spike could see a young girl sitting on a swing.
"Hey." He said walking over, he had to at least try and be friendly since they lived next door to each other.
"Hey." The young girl replied. She had blonde hair a nice smile that suited her green eyes well. She wasn't like all the other girls Spike had seen around Sunnydale; he thought there was something special about this one.
"It's a cold night." Spike said trying to think of something to say.
"Yeah, it is." The girl didn't even look at Spike, but when she did she froze.
"I'm William, but please, call me Spike." He said holding out a hand.
"Buffy." She said taking the out stretched hand.
"So, why Spike?" se asked as he stood behind her and began pushing her gently on the swing.
"I like using them in a kinky way." He said and Buffy paused and looked at him. He laughed at how serious she took him. No one had even taken him seriously before.
"I'm kidding. It's just all my band has a nick name."
"You're in a band?"
"Yeah, we play at the Bronze, a club downtown. My father owns it."
"Cool, maybe I should go sometime."
"Yeah, you should." He replied looking at her. Her perfume over powered his senses. He just wished he could kiss her lips there and then.
Suddenly, a voice came form the kitchen window of Buffy's house.
"That's my mum, I should go." She stood up.
"Yeah." He paused turning away and then looking back at her.
"See you around?"
"Yeah, you will." She smiled at him and ran into the house.
Spike held his hand on his chest when he got back into his house.
"I definitely hope I get to see more of her."