Chapter 2
Buffy, Dawn and Xander pilled into the back of Oz's van. Willow and Oz sat in the front.
"Hey." they greeted each other.
"So, are we picking Devon up on the way?" Dawn asked, chewing on a piece of gum.
"About that," Oz started, making a right turn.
"Devon walked out on us."
"What? And you didn't tell us?" Buffy demanded.
"You were on holiday; we didn't want to worry you." Willow said defending her boyfriend.
"But don't worry Buff, we have people auditioning today."
When they got to the Bronze, a sea of people stood outside waiting to audition for a place in Sunnydale's hottest band, Seeing Red. In the band there was; Buffy and Oz on the guitars, Dawn playing bass and Xander on the drums. Devin used to be the lead singer, he rarely showed up though. They had actually considered letting him go before, looks like he had got the message himself. Their manager was Rupert Giles, he owned the Bronze along with Anya Jenkins. Xander had had his eye on Anya for almost a year now; he never gave up, no matter how many times she rejected him. They were already there, sat down at a table with drinks, waiting for Buffy and the rest of them.
"Ah, Buffy, did you enjoy your holiday?" Giles asked as the group walked in through the big front doors.
"Yeah, it was great." Buffy answered sitting in between Giles and Xander.
"Next." Buffy said almost falling asleep. They had listened to all the auditionee's except one. They all thought they were pretty screwed until the next guy walked in.
"He looks like the bandy type." Willow whispered to Buffy. Buffy looked up from the notepad she had been doodling on and gasped. The guy stood before her was tall with bleached blonde hair. He wore all black and a long leather jacket.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth, dropped it to the floor and squished it under his heavy Doc Martins.
"Names Spike." He said in a thick English accent, much like Giles'. Everyone had already decided no to this guy, until he began to sing. His voice was thick and dreamy, and lost all signs of his accent.
"You're in." Xander, Anya and Giles said in unison. Everyone else nodded except Buffy who still wasn't sure about this guy.
Buffy walked alone, kicking a empty can of 'coca-cola'. She was on her way to the Bronze from working a shift at the Doublemeat Palace. She had a stench of burgers and grease that seemed to follow her, she couldn't remove the bad smell without a full bar of soap and using all the hot water. She reached the doors of the Bronze, walked in and slammed her bag down.
"Rough day?" Willow asked hugging her friend and scrunching up her nose at the smell.
"The worst, I'm gona go get changed." Buffy picked up her bag and walked slowly to the back room. Once there, she unbuttoned her bright orange shit that was called her work uniform.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Spike walked in.
"Have you seen Giles?" Buffy shook her head whilst holding her shirt over herself.
"Oh, right. Cya." Spike said, and then went.