{A/N: I added a bit more, just letting you all know :) *}
Lightning waved across the sky. This strange woman though didn't even flinch. She merely dropped his suitcase with a blank expression. It hit his feet with a thump before falling over to the left, lying still on the sidewalk until she kicked it with her left foot. Her hands went to hips as her gaze drifted away from him in boredom to the ashes staining those boots of hers. In all honesty, she seemed rather concerned with personal wear rather than him. Not that they knew each other but still, had she not just saved him? Or was she saving him for her own appetizer? Even though she could be a friend of Buffy's….no need to think night stalker right away.
Then a grin again as she looked at him.
He was so cute being nervous.
"They would have ripped you apart." Her eyes went to his suitcase; back to his face "That's quite old fashioned." She looked like her interest on him was bouncing about, staying only to flee again. Her gaze fell back down to his feet as she walked around once, quiet as a mouse.
"My suitcase is none of your business." Giles shoved his glasses back up his nose, watching her cautiously. Slowly making his way to his feet, he looked back at her only to discover her face inches from his. Her eyes sparkled with hidden anticipation, that same frightening grin on her lips. THe brunette was back in front of him.
She seemed too interested at the moment. How he wanted that sharpen pencil at the moment. Her finger slid across his jaw as he stared. Eyelids re-dropped only to have her glances go back to his eyes. She seemed to like looking him in the eyes. It felt electrifying though he had these moments before. He was a watcher, Buffy's in fact, and he should be using his knowledge to turn her away. Shouldn't he?
"I was talking about you running." Had she been watching him? This whole time? As green eyes looked into his, he saw that flicker of remorse then it was gone again. An owl was hooting from a tree, fluttering its wings as it looked at them both. He leaned back a bit, as her staring seemed intensing as if she could pounce at any moment. Why was no else around? They were probably all at that dancing place where Buffy went. His fingers slid his glasses back up, but he pulled them slightly back down when his vision seemed to be in several tiny peices but without them, at least it wasn't that blurry.
"How did you know my name?" He glanced over her once more, swallowing as he dusted off his jacket slightly. His eyes remained staring back at hers.
She pulled away with her finger sliding under the librarian's chin. She stood a few steps away but close enough for him to take a step backwards finally. Her head titled left again as she brushed back her brown hair over her leather clad shoulders. She probably knew that he was easing on away but she stayed in place. Her hands cupped together when stretching.
He glanced to the side, trying to remain casual as best as he could. After all she hadn't pounced him or anything else, besides creepishly run a finger under his chin "Why did you save me?" The older man asked, eyebrows narrowed slightly in suspicion when he reached for his suitcase. He nearly stumbled onto the street for a moment but grabbed the leather, locking it back into his arms as he stood back onto the sidewalk. Thunder laughed when a few droplets of rain started staining the sidewalk both stood on. The houses lined up around them remained dark, lifeless with an almost taunting stare. Her smile was adding effect to this somehow though he didn't want to question why she looked at him with such friendliness.
"Would you prefer being the entree?" She asked, her smile softening slowly. He noticed her outfit however did look dirty, stained with what appeared to be dirt or perhaps something else. He hoped it was wine, though it probably wasn't "Besides. You're to kind to eat for a late night snack." With that she spun around, taking a few click-clack steps up the sidewalk as Rupert Giles stood to stare at her. Of course hold his suitcase as well in his arms. She hummed softly a lullaby he did not know though sounded familiar somehow. She disappeared where the streetlights did not shine at. His eyes went around quickly then back to where she was.
"I have to find Buffy." He nodded, quickly turning around to jog down the sidewalk that had been behind him. Meanwhile with that same strange woman, a bright neon light shined near. What was that? It read 'The Bronze'. Hmm. It looked entertaining. Very. She went on by the trashcans that had rats eating at rotton cheese, garbage, whatever they could find. Then a cat hissing at her. She almost laughed if it had been funny.
She continued to walk towards the large place that appeared to be called Bronze, or something. Her shoulder was bumped while people run on by, not even muttering an apology. All of them thriving. Wanting to be inside what she could see now was probably a dance club of some sort. Why else would that crowd outside of it be wearing night clothes such as that. It was starting to rain even more. A group of people run on by here again, giggling and laughing. They seemed to be having fun. Perhaps so could she.
She had run into a few problems before, those who had thought a nice apartment belonged to them. Though she had strongly disagreed, though it appeared the previous owner's taste in decorations was far from appeal for her. Broken glass…newly broken glass would not be enough for her. She'd get a sense of a way of decorating skill from inside here. Waltzing up to the front entrance with a grin, the front doorman stared at her with a look of 'Are you serious?' but eyed her from head to toe before nodding.
"Sure." The b u f f - w a n n a b e muttered, even though this looked like a free kind of place anyway. To her, he even looked cute. But not enough to keep her interest. Her eyes were dazzled with other neon flashing lights when she walked inside, quickly being shoved through a crowed. It was so loud. She looked around at the dancing people on the floor, then up to the balcony where people seemed to be all over each other though a few just sat here sipping on their coffees, or what appeared as coffees. Her gaze went back to mingling couples and friends that danced about around her.
She could hear the laughter of friends from the past in her ears. Dances around flames...
The breaking of chains. And flames laughing back at her.
She...remembered.
The leather cladded female had noticed more than just this though, the bright lights of neon. The tight fit of dozens in the room. They seemed to like to rub up against each other. Huh. She looked away from one to another, then to another. Her eyes sparkled with enjoyment as a wink was thrown her way then a wave, even though none of them knew her. They might think a pretty thing like her was there before, just unseen for a while.
She could pull off a good act every so often. When Darla had distaste for her. Like one has a distaste of drink after having it so much. It gets boring. Yet she had taught Josie some things to be a proper lady whenever needed. Stripping back her hair into a bun, tightening corsets, tying boots. Darla was there for them. Just like Dru said. But Josie wasn't Darla. That was nice actaully. Her gaze went away from the non-flattering chairs with empty tables. She was bored. That was a usaul for her lately. Except that old guy from before, the one she saved from those leeching young things. He even seemed kind of nice, even in appearance but he probably had someone already, and why would he want someone like her. But then again. It was just, as Spike would say, a fancy for her.
The woman slowly pulled her scarf from around her collar, then slipped her jacket off as she walked towards a metal chair that looked like a mini-cage. She sat down with a leg over her other, leaning back. Her scarf and jacket lay in her lap as she spun around in the chair once. She let her head lean to the side as she held onto one of the bars in this cage chair. She could remember being around such crowds, young people who wanted their own freedom to do what they pleased. She could even remember when she had been swooped up to be used and bent.
Her lower lip rubbed against her upper. She glided the locks of hair in her face back. What if she was to be an art again? She had to wait. It was run and catch....run....and caught in a patch of thorns. As Angelus liked his art so.