The Dance: Chapter One
"Oh what have we here? The Slayer! Sitting alone! Am I bloody seeing things?"
"Shut up Spike," Buffy replied, moving aside, making room for him to sit down. "What do you want this time?"
"You know bloody well what I want"
She sighed, rubbing her aching head. "Spike NO for the last time, I will NOT dance with you!!"
A hurt look came over the lusty vampire's face. "Just one? I won't try anything I promise. It's just...I'm so lonely."
"Don't give me lonely Spike! You weren't lonely when you sired and killed all those innocent people were you?" I can't believe him, she thought, flashing him a dirty look.
"Will I ever be good enough for you?"
Buffy looked up, surprised. "Huh?"
"I said, will I ever be good enough for you?"
Buffy looked down, avoiding his heartbroken eyes. "Spike it's not that it's just..."
"No! What is it that makes me so bad? Aside of the evil and ancient part, I'm quite the normal chap!"
"Spike, you live in a crypt."
"Didn't seem to bother you when you took a poke at Ang-" Buffy stopped him mid-sentence.
"Don't you DARE bring him into this!!"
"Why is he so much better? What did he do to you that I didn't? I'm bloody sick of this! As bad as he hurt you, I'm not him. When are you gonna get over that? Huh Summers? When? When will you except me?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he grabbed his cigarette, and fled from the table. Buffy got up and followed him to the bar.
"What was that supposed to mean," she asked, a hard look on her face.
"You know bloody well what it meant," he said, expressionless.
She sighed, a strange look on her face. "Fine-one dance."
Spike grinned and held out his arm. "I knew you'd come around." He smiled, as he pulled her towards the Bronze's dance floor.
A/N: Hi! Hope ya liked that-Im writing another chap. in like 2 seconds. hehe. R&R!!
"Oh what have we here? The Slayer! Sitting alone! Am I bloody seeing things?"
"Shut up Spike," Buffy replied, moving aside, making room for him to sit down. "What do you want this time?"
"You know bloody well what I want"
She sighed, rubbing her aching head. "Spike NO for the last time, I will NOT dance with you!!"
A hurt look came over the lusty vampire's face. "Just one? I won't try anything I promise. It's just...I'm so lonely."
"Don't give me lonely Spike! You weren't lonely when you sired and killed all those innocent people were you?" I can't believe him, she thought, flashing him a dirty look.
"Will I ever be good enough for you?"
Buffy looked up, surprised. "Huh?"
"I said, will I ever be good enough for you?"
Buffy looked down, avoiding his heartbroken eyes. "Spike it's not that it's just..."
"No! What is it that makes me so bad? Aside of the evil and ancient part, I'm quite the normal chap!"
"Spike, you live in a crypt."
"Didn't seem to bother you when you took a poke at Ang-" Buffy stopped him mid-sentence.
"Don't you DARE bring him into this!!"
"Why is he so much better? What did he do to you that I didn't? I'm bloody sick of this! As bad as he hurt you, I'm not him. When are you gonna get over that? Huh Summers? When? When will you except me?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he grabbed his cigarette, and fled from the table. Buffy got up and followed him to the bar.
"What was that supposed to mean," she asked, a hard look on her face.
"You know bloody well what it meant," he said, expressionless.
She sighed, a strange look on her face. "Fine-one dance."
Spike grinned and held out his arm. "I knew you'd come around." He smiled, as he pulled her towards the Bronze's dance floor.
A/N: Hi! Hope ya liked that-Im writing another chap. in like 2 seconds. hehe. R&R!!