Agony Aunts 5
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution;- like, take, have, ask first.
Ownership:- The Superior Being of Joss Whedon owns the original characters of BtVs etc
Feedback:- I'm fed up of asking, just do it!
Riley stared at the vampire in disbelief,
"Ha ha. That's a good one, you almost had me fooled!"
Spike looked at his opponent, then at his Lady,
"When was the last time I joked about death?"
Buffy grabbed his arm,
"Death? This is getting a bit out of hand, Spike."
Pulling his arm free, the vampire shook his head,
"He has two options. Either to accept my challenge, and so name the time and place, or refuse, and I label you as a coward."
Riley looked very put out, he wasn't expecting this kind of reaction. More like a stake in vamp kind of fight.
"Can I sleep on it?".
"No. I want your answer *now*."
By this time, the Scooby Gang had congregated around the trio, anticipating the worst from Spike. Buffy looked around at them imploringly. She tried to step between them to stop it, but froze at a warning glance from the vampire,
"Don't try it. If he doesn't want to fight then he's not worth fighting. Easy as that."
"Hang on a minute, I never said I wouldn't!"
"So you accept?"
"Sure, but with a different weapon perhaps?"
"Like what? A bazooka? The most sophisticated gentleman's weaponry I've ever used is this." He swung his sabre, inches from Riley's throat. Sighing deeply, Riley took up the appropriate position and they began. It began slowly, they speeded up, Spike leading the dual. Thrust, parry, parry, thrust, parry, thrust, parry, thrust, thrust, turn, jump, thrust, parry, kick dust in Riley's face, step on his hand, jump, turn again, parry, parry, thrust, thrust and one final thrust. The final attack left Riley pinned against a tree, Spike's sabre edge milimetres away from his throat. Spike smiled sinisterly,
"Shall we?"
Riley gulped, nearly cutting his own throat,
"I decline! I decline!"
"So you should."
Withdrawing the blade, Spike threw the sabre, embedding it into the tree just above Riley's ear. He returned to Buffy and took her hand. He grinned mischevously, kissing it,
"And now, my Lady, would you care to accompany me to the Bronze? I hear it is a well reputed place for social gathering."
Giggling, the Slayer linked arms with him,
"What's with the funny talk?"
"Well, I would have said it in Olde English but you wouldn't understand me."
The Scooby Gang followed close behind, and Willow sighed, linking arms with Giles since everyone else was taken,
"I hate to admit it, but they made a cute couple."
Giles nodded,
"Though I don't think "cute" is quite right, more like formidable."
The music throbbed and Buffy nuzzled into the vampire's cold, hard chest as he allowed her to sit on his knee. Anya and Xander were dancing, while Willow and Giles discussed alchemy with Tara, who had met them there. The Mystical Trio were huddled around a thick leather bound volume. Every now and then, Will's voice rang out, shrill with excitement. Spike kissed Buffy's forehead lightly,
"Want to dance, Pet?"
Yawning, Buffy cast her eyes over the dancefloor, then she tensed and began to get up. After a second's thought, she kissed Spike's forehead then smiled sadly,
"Reincheck."
The vampire smiled fondly as he watched her briskly walk off after a vamp who was trying to catch a decent night's lunch. Using his initiative, Spike stood and went out the other way, trying to catch the vamp on it's way out. Before the Slayer did.
Buffy followed the direction her Slayer Senses pointed, but found only the vamp's intended victim, trembling on the sidewalk,
"You okay? Where'd he go?"
The girl pointed towards the graveyard and Buffy obeyed. There she found not only her intended prey, but also her Lord as Spike so elegantly put it. He didn't like the term "boyfriend".
"Spike?"
He rammed the stake home, and dusted the ashes off his jeans,
"Yes, Luv?"
"That was *my* cue. Carry on like this and you'll have me out of a job."
He shrugged and walked towards her placing the stake back in his belt,
"They don't pay you enough. You might aswell do it for free."
"I *do* do it for free!"
He slipped his arm round her waist and lead her back to the Bronze. Seeing the look in his eye, Buffy tensed,
"What's the matter?"that cue, Spike threw her to the floor, pulled out a revolver and began to shoot at the oncoming hellhound. It slumped on the floor whining and the vampire helped Buffy to her feet, smiling apologetically,
"Kill his master, and Rex just *might* have something to say."
"Where the hell did you get *that*?!"
He followed her gaze to the revolver in his pocket,
"Oh, just something I picked up from an unwanted visitor of the hit-man type. No big."
"You did remember to put the safety catch on right?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Good, don't shoot yourself in the foot...want that dance now?"
"If you do, Pet."
She grabbed his arm and dragged him back in the direction of the Bronze,
"I do, so hurry up before we miss the slow songs."
Willow, Tara and Giles looked up as the couple returned and proceeded to the dancefloor for the slow dances. Xander and Anya were already there, holding eachother close and gently rocking along to the slow rhythym of the music. Spike and Buffy took their place at the other end of the dancefloor, in a dark corner out of sight of the others. Giles sighed deeply,
"I seem to have noticed that everyone has someone except me...Buffy has Spike, Xander has Anya and you two have eachother. Yes, I'm definately the odd one out here."
Willow smiled, and Tara blushed. The red-head looked around for Buffy and her vamp,
"Look like the latest addition to the Lurve Boat have hidden somewhere."
Tara smiled shyly after Giles' last comment, she still wasn't used to Will and herself being a couple,
"They need their privacy. They spend most of their time together slaying, let them be."