Disclaimer: I always forget to put these up - I own nothing except Liz, Kyle, Michael, Adam, and Diana (DE-anna)
The song is 'The Way You Like It' by Adema
Spike left the crypt, cigarette in hand. He planned on stalking around town for awhile, see if anything good was going on, and then head back to either Willy's or The Bronze.
Running the course of the day through his head, he almost tripped over a low tombstone. It jerked him out of his thoughts long enough to notice that there were shouts and sounds like bodies hitting pavement towards his right. Dropping the cigarette, he ran in that direction, slowing down when he saw it was just a certain blonde taking out two or three fledgling vamps.
Stupid git, he thought, and was about to leave when he realized something.
Looking closer, he saw it wasn't Buffy who was fighting; the technique was completely different, and the girl's hair was longer. One of the vampires lunged at the girl, who dropped down and swung her legs to knock the vampire off his feet. Before he had a chance to move, she had herself upright and had staked him cleanly.
She moves pretty fast, he thought, and he sat on top of one of the taller tombstones, watching her with interest.
He chuckled.
She could probably give the Slayer a run for her money, he wagered, as Elizabeth did a high kick which landed squarely in the second vamp's face. He was dust before he touched the ground. The third one however, was still willing for a fight. Apparently, Elizabeth wasn't. She threw the stake to the ground and sat down.
The vampire, puzzled, advanced on her. Spike looked worriedly at her. Hadn't the whelp or someone said something about her having a problem walking?
He hadn't needed to worry though. As the vampire approached, the sitting figure simply faded away. As Spike looked on in shock, the real Elizabeth came out from behind another tombstone behind the vampire, and staked him while he was still trying to figure out where his potential prey had gotten to. Standing up with her back towards him, she began to walk away, and then stopped.
"You know, you might have wanted to lend a hand" she said, her tone neutral.
Spike hopped down from his perch. "Not at all, when you were doing so well on your own." He said, taking a few long strides to catch up with the moving girl.
"You have some moves as good as Buffy" he said, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice. "Maybe even better. And here I thought you were a weakling or something", he shrugged, taking out another cigarette. Before he could light it, it was out of his hands and being ground into the ground.
"Not a weakling; just weak", she said, smiling. "Didn't anyone tell you smoking is bad for you?"
He snorted. "I'm already dead, luv, so I don't think it matters much."
She smiled again. "Ah, maybe so, but second-hand smoke still kills, and I already have enough potential ways to die without adding that to the list. So keep the pack in your pocket, buddy."
He held up his hands in defeat. "So, where are we going?" he asked, as she rounded a street corner.
"I'm going to the Bronze. I have no idea where you're going" she said. It took him a moment to realize she was kidding. It had been a long time since he just had an actual conversation with someone that didn't include a "get lost Spike" for real.
The two of them entered the Bronze and Elizabeth began walking towards the section with seating. Looking towards the bar, Spike decided to follow, and took a seat next to her.
Someone came and asked for their drink orders (apparently Charlie had sent them over), and Spike ordered himself a little something of substance, while Liz ordered a Coke.
Spike commented on her choice. "So are we a little Miss-Mary-all-proper, or what here?" he asked. She looked up at him, puzzled.
"No alcohol, no cigarettes" he explained.
She gave a short laugh. "No, no alcohol. I hate cigarettes, and if I have too much to drink. . . let's just say it isn't a good thing."
He nodded, remembering his own drunken episodes, usually resulting in some very entertaining kills. They weren't entertaining now, however.
"I bet I've done a lot worse than you when I've been drunk" he said out loud.
"You probably have."
"What's the worst thing you ever did."
She hesitated, but answered. "Burned down a building. You?"
Spike looked up at her sharply. "You serious?" he asked.
She shrugged and smiled. "You'll never know" she said, laughing.
Spike wasn't used to this from a person, with the exception of maybe Dawn. Elizabeth was playing with him, and not cruelly, either. It was as if the two were just very good friends out for a night on the town.
If it weren't for the fact that we're on the Hellmouth and I'm a vampire, I might even believe it for a minute, he thought.
They were playing canned music tonight - either there wasn't a band lined up or they had backed out. Elizabeth took a sip of her Coke and then got up. Spike looked up at her.
"Want to dance?" she asked him.
"Do I have your REAL name now?" he shot back. She laughed, and he got up heading towards the dance floor. Unlike the last night, Spike was now almost completely sober, and was unsure of what to do.
"You know," he said. "If any of them see us like this, they'll pretty much stake me"
She turned around and looked at him. "Who will?"
"Um, the Watcher, the Slayer, Nibblet, the whelp. . .pretty much the full company."
She looked confused, but Spike sensed she knew more than she was letting on. "And why would they have a problem with two friends dancing?"
Friend. He was taken aback at the word, and for a moment was left speechless. That moment was enough for Liz.
"Look. Just put your hands here" she said, indicating her waist. "Then just go with it."
He gave her a mock glare. "I DO know how to dance" he said, and she laughed.
He did as she said though, and soon they were dancing, rocking ,grinding to the music.
I'll get inside you
I'll get inside you
Don't live in shame
'Cause feelings change
And fame remains
The reason why you're gonna wanna take me home tonight
It's all the same
Up in this game
But people change
The money claims
Everyone from everything
Spike looked down at Liz, who was thoroughly enjoying herself. It occurred to him that she would be dancing with someone else if he hadn't seen her in the cemetery tonight. It also occurred to him that at the moment, he was glad it was him.
I can't believe that you would think that shit of me
I was amazed at the torment that you put me through
If you could see
Right through the greed
And all your needs
You'd realize that you were just about as bad as me
Burned down a building, he mused. Somehow, he didn't think she was joking. And the strength that she had when she was fighting was unnatural too. He figured something was going on, but he didn't care. It was her business, not his.
Sometimes I only remember
The days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
The way you like it
Come on baby
Help me someone to confide in
I'll get inside you
Now you're begging me to stay
I'll get inside you
The way you like it
The song ended, and Spike went to go sit down, claiming that he'd rather drink than dance. Elizabeth stayed on the floor, a few guys coming up to her, and they danced together for the next few songs, all fast. She finally sat down with the arrival of a slower number, much to the disappointment of her new "friends".
They sat in silence for awhile, Spike looking her up and down. Finally, a little irritated, Elizabeth asked "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Just trying to figure something out" he replied calmly.
She paled slightly, but her tone was light when she responded "What for?"
He leaned forward. "Actually, I'm tryin' to figure out how you resemble old Rupert. The two of you seem to be pretty different, all things considered. I'd figure any of the Watcher's offspring would be born with a 'tweed' gene or something."
She laughed, and relaxed a little. "That would probably be because I'm not his." Seeing Spike's look, she hastily added "I'm adopted. We aren't blood relatives."
He laughed and took another drink. "Figures. I knew he wouldn't have been able to get laid" he said, and was surprised when she laughed with him. Buffy would have decked him for saying something like that.
Elizabeth looked at her watch, and scowled. "Crap; I've got to get home." She said, sounding not at all happy about the fact.
"You don't have to, luv. No one's forcin' you."
"Yea, but you don't live with the two stooges. They'll have a search party out, I'd bet anything, if I don't get home on time."
An odd look crossed Spike's face.
"I don't really get the relationship between the three of you. Bein' protective is fine and all, but they're acting like a couple of buggers without a few screws."
She laughed again, and, finishing her drink , answered him.
"They're just friends. I've known them since I was seven or so; we went to high school together. They look out for me." She grinned again. "Besides, if they were pimps or something, they'd be way richer than me, and that's not gonna happen anytime soon."
Spike laughed, and their conversation ended as they each ordered another drink.
The song is 'The Way You Like It' by Adema
Spike left the crypt, cigarette in hand. He planned on stalking around town for awhile, see if anything good was going on, and then head back to either Willy's or The Bronze.
Running the course of the day through his head, he almost tripped over a low tombstone. It jerked him out of his thoughts long enough to notice that there were shouts and sounds like bodies hitting pavement towards his right. Dropping the cigarette, he ran in that direction, slowing down when he saw it was just a certain blonde taking out two or three fledgling vamps.
Stupid git, he thought, and was about to leave when he realized something.
Looking closer, he saw it wasn't Buffy who was fighting; the technique was completely different, and the girl's hair was longer. One of the vampires lunged at the girl, who dropped down and swung her legs to knock the vampire off his feet. Before he had a chance to move, she had herself upright and had staked him cleanly.
She moves pretty fast, he thought, and he sat on top of one of the taller tombstones, watching her with interest.
He chuckled.
She could probably give the Slayer a run for her money, he wagered, as Elizabeth did a high kick which landed squarely in the second vamp's face. He was dust before he touched the ground. The third one however, was still willing for a fight. Apparently, Elizabeth wasn't. She threw the stake to the ground and sat down.
The vampire, puzzled, advanced on her. Spike looked worriedly at her. Hadn't the whelp or someone said something about her having a problem walking?
He hadn't needed to worry though. As the vampire approached, the sitting figure simply faded away. As Spike looked on in shock, the real Elizabeth came out from behind another tombstone behind the vampire, and staked him while he was still trying to figure out where his potential prey had gotten to. Standing up with her back towards him, she began to walk away, and then stopped.
"You know, you might have wanted to lend a hand" she said, her tone neutral.
Spike hopped down from his perch. "Not at all, when you were doing so well on your own." He said, taking a few long strides to catch up with the moving girl.
"You have some moves as good as Buffy" he said, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice. "Maybe even better. And here I thought you were a weakling or something", he shrugged, taking out another cigarette. Before he could light it, it was out of his hands and being ground into the ground.
"Not a weakling; just weak", she said, smiling. "Didn't anyone tell you smoking is bad for you?"
He snorted. "I'm already dead, luv, so I don't think it matters much."
She smiled again. "Ah, maybe so, but second-hand smoke still kills, and I already have enough potential ways to die without adding that to the list. So keep the pack in your pocket, buddy."
He held up his hands in defeat. "So, where are we going?" he asked, as she rounded a street corner.
"I'm going to the Bronze. I have no idea where you're going" she said. It took him a moment to realize she was kidding. It had been a long time since he just had an actual conversation with someone that didn't include a "get lost Spike" for real.
The two of them entered the Bronze and Elizabeth began walking towards the section with seating. Looking towards the bar, Spike decided to follow, and took a seat next to her.
Someone came and asked for their drink orders (apparently Charlie had sent them over), and Spike ordered himself a little something of substance, while Liz ordered a Coke.
Spike commented on her choice. "So are we a little Miss-Mary-all-proper, or what here?" he asked. She looked up at him, puzzled.
"No alcohol, no cigarettes" he explained.
She gave a short laugh. "No, no alcohol. I hate cigarettes, and if I have too much to drink. . . let's just say it isn't a good thing."
He nodded, remembering his own drunken episodes, usually resulting in some very entertaining kills. They weren't entertaining now, however.
"I bet I've done a lot worse than you when I've been drunk" he said out loud.
"You probably have."
"What's the worst thing you ever did."
She hesitated, but answered. "Burned down a building. You?"
Spike looked up at her sharply. "You serious?" he asked.
She shrugged and smiled. "You'll never know" she said, laughing.
Spike wasn't used to this from a person, with the exception of maybe Dawn. Elizabeth was playing with him, and not cruelly, either. It was as if the two were just very good friends out for a night on the town.
If it weren't for the fact that we're on the Hellmouth and I'm a vampire, I might even believe it for a minute, he thought.
They were playing canned music tonight - either there wasn't a band lined up or they had backed out. Elizabeth took a sip of her Coke and then got up. Spike looked up at her.
"Want to dance?" she asked him.
"Do I have your REAL name now?" he shot back. She laughed, and he got up heading towards the dance floor. Unlike the last night, Spike was now almost completely sober, and was unsure of what to do.
"You know," he said. "If any of them see us like this, they'll pretty much stake me"
She turned around and looked at him. "Who will?"
"Um, the Watcher, the Slayer, Nibblet, the whelp. . .pretty much the full company."
She looked confused, but Spike sensed she knew more than she was letting on. "And why would they have a problem with two friends dancing?"
Friend. He was taken aback at the word, and for a moment was left speechless. That moment was enough for Liz.
"Look. Just put your hands here" she said, indicating her waist. "Then just go with it."
He gave her a mock glare. "I DO know how to dance" he said, and she laughed.
He did as she said though, and soon they were dancing, rocking ,grinding to the music.
I'll get inside you
I'll get inside you
Don't live in shame
'Cause feelings change
And fame remains
The reason why you're gonna wanna take me home tonight
It's all the same
Up in this game
But people change
The money claims
Everyone from everything
Spike looked down at Liz, who was thoroughly enjoying herself. It occurred to him that she would be dancing with someone else if he hadn't seen her in the cemetery tonight. It also occurred to him that at the moment, he was glad it was him.
I can't believe that you would think that shit of me
I was amazed at the torment that you put me through
If you could see
Right through the greed
And all your needs
You'd realize that you were just about as bad as me
Burned down a building, he mused. Somehow, he didn't think she was joking. And the strength that she had when she was fighting was unnatural too. He figured something was going on, but he didn't care. It was her business, not his.
Sometimes I only remember
The days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
The way you like it
Come on baby
Help me someone to confide in
I'll get inside you
Now you're begging me to stay
I'll get inside you
The way you like it
The song ended, and Spike went to go sit down, claiming that he'd rather drink than dance. Elizabeth stayed on the floor, a few guys coming up to her, and they danced together for the next few songs, all fast. She finally sat down with the arrival of a slower number, much to the disappointment of her new "friends".
They sat in silence for awhile, Spike looking her up and down. Finally, a little irritated, Elizabeth asked "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Just trying to figure something out" he replied calmly.
She paled slightly, but her tone was light when she responded "What for?"
He leaned forward. "Actually, I'm tryin' to figure out how you resemble old Rupert. The two of you seem to be pretty different, all things considered. I'd figure any of the Watcher's offspring would be born with a 'tweed' gene or something."
She laughed, and relaxed a little. "That would probably be because I'm not his." Seeing Spike's look, she hastily added "I'm adopted. We aren't blood relatives."
He laughed and took another drink. "Figures. I knew he wouldn't have been able to get laid" he said, and was surprised when she laughed with him. Buffy would have decked him for saying something like that.
Elizabeth looked at her watch, and scowled. "Crap; I've got to get home." She said, sounding not at all happy about the fact.
"You don't have to, luv. No one's forcin' you."
"Yea, but you don't live with the two stooges. They'll have a search party out, I'd bet anything, if I don't get home on time."
An odd look crossed Spike's face.
"I don't really get the relationship between the three of you. Bein' protective is fine and all, but they're acting like a couple of buggers without a few screws."
She laughed again, and, finishing her drink , answered him.
"They're just friends. I've known them since I was seven or so; we went to high school together. They look out for me." She grinned again. "Besides, if they were pimps or something, they'd be way richer than me, and that's not gonna happen anytime soon."
Spike laughed, and their conversation ended as they each ordered another drink.