AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: When someone returns to Sunnydale, he sets his sights on the beautiful demon Anyanka. This is the first in my new Spike/Anya series. You won't have to read them all to follow along, they're all be stories of their own right, but they'll take us through their relationship bit by bit.
SPOILER: The Wish, S4 rumours
DISTRIBUTION: Sandee, of course - My site - http://planetslaythis.homestead.com - Crystal and Butterfly if they want it - A Soul's Redemption - Anyone else - sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)
The sounds of Billy Idol crooning 'Mony, Mony' with a hundred-and-fifty year old vampire singing along filled the streets of Sunnydale. Spike had missed this town, missed, that bloody Watcher, missed all the fresh blood just waiting for him to sink his fangs into.
He missed the Slayers.
Buffy always gave him a stiffy and from he'd heard about Faith, she seemed just the person he'd like to have around. If he was going to put up with having a human around, that is.
He wasn't bitter about Drusilla's death. In fact, he'd not shed one tear. He was going to move to China and help with their population problem, but then he'd had a revelation. Sunnydale was now without a vampire protectent for its Scooby Gang. Angel had left the position wide open and Spike intended to fill it. He left Dru's dust behind and took off for the Hellmouth.
He preferred driving at night when he could have the top of his little red corvette down. He took off his Ray-Bans and parked his car in front of the Bronze. He was still singing as he entered the club and looked around. Just as he'd suspected, the Witch and the werewolf were practically going at each other at their table. Their legs were tangled around that of the table and the mugs shook as they kissed. He shook his head at them. "Kids," he muttered.
Buffy was there, looking just how he remembered her.
She was standing off to the side with the idiot. Her face showed boredom and maybe even a touch of misery. She sipped her coffee and tried to listen as Xander rambled on and on and on.
Spike approached them and gave Buffy a wicked smile. "Hello love."
She was immediately on the defensive. "Spike. What the Hell are you doing here?"
"Hello to you too. If I'd have known I was expecting such a warm welcome I would've come weeks ago." he grabbed Xander's drink and downed it, then threw the glass against the wall and made a face. "What *was* that?"
"Coke," he replied.
"No beer?"
"No, Spike, they check ID here." he gave him the I'm-not-as-dumb-as-you-think-I-am look. "I don't guess they check ID in Hell though, do they?"
Spike wanted to pummel him right that second, but he looked at Buffy, at her face, silently pleading with them both to drop it, and he decided to let it all slide.
"I came to see you, Slayer. Why do you think I'm here?"
"To assemble the Judge?" Xander guessed.
"Take over the world?" Buffy assumed.
"Blame us for Drusilla's death." Xander added.
"Can't a guy just come to visit a beautiful woman?" he tried to play on her feminine angle but she wasn't buying it.
"I've never know you do anything without malicious intent."
"Aww, Buff, he was just joshin' around when he knocked me out that time at school!" Xander said. "And everyone holds broken glass to the neck of a beautiful young woman and threatens her to cast him a love spell. Our boy Spike here--"
Buffy clamped her hand over his mouth. "Sorry. He's had several drinks tonight and he's wired."
Xander yanked her hand away and grunted. "I'm not wired, I'm pissed."
"What the Hell's your problem?" Spike asked. "The redhead."
"No. I'm over her." Xander lied.
"Anya won't dance with him." Buffy explained, rolling her eyes.
Spike ran the name through his head. The Witch was Willow, the drama queen was Cordelia, so who the Hell was Anya?
"Who the Hell is Anya?"
Xander pointed her out, his eyes all googly as he looked at her.
Spike followed his arm. His mouth dropped and his eyes bugged out. Buffy noticed this and smiled her first sincere, happy smile in weeks.
"Breathe," she instructed him. Then she laughed. "Sorry, forgot you don't need to breath. You could stop drooling though."
Spike thrust a hand across his mouth which made Buffy laugh. He kept staring at her though. None of the other girls on the Hellmouth were like Her.
She was about Buffy's height, maybe a bit taller, with dirty blonde hair pushed behind her ears and a brown dress that clung in all the right places. She swung her hips in time to the music and he growled. He didn't want to admit it, but he was completely infatuated with her.
"Who is she?" he asked again.
"Duh," Xander rolled his eyes. "Anya."
The waitress brought Buffy and Xander each another drink and after the Slayer refueled, she filled Spike in. "She's a demon. Old, about three times Angel's age, maybe more, I'm not good with math. Willow brought her here and--no, I'm wrong, Cordelia did. Well, actually, she was here *for* Cordelia, but it's because of Giles and Willow that she's here now. She held the power of The Wish. She granted scorned women revenge on their unfaithful boyfriends or husbands."
"And?" Spike prodded.
"She lost her powers so she hangs with us now."
"She's...." Spike couldn't finish what he was saying. Her strapless dress was slipping and he could see just the top of her left breast.
"She's mine," Xander said.
"Crap." Spike straightened his leather duster and walked over to her. She pretended not to ignore him, keeping her back to him as she danced next to him.
//I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius
You drive me up the wall\\
Anya's eyes met Xander's and she mouthed "Who is he?"
Xander shrugged and walked away. She immediately felt bad. How could she have forgotten that Xander had a thing for her? She didn't have much time to think about it thought, Spike was trying to turn amongst the crowd so he'd be facing her.
//You think you're cool
But have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong
Yeah I think you're all right
But that won't keep me warm
On the long, cold, lonely night\\
The song ended and Anya headed for the kissage table. The redheads were still going at it, and she smirked at them. Picking up her lemonade, she asked, "Who are you?"
"Spike."
She grinned. "Right. Spike. I've heard all about you."
"All good things?"
That accent drove her wild but she managed to keep her sanity. "Not hardly." she sipped it and looked anywhere but at him.
"Listen, love," he leaned on the table to talk to her.
"I don't have time, sorry." she grabbed her purse, told the others a quick goodnight and headed for the door.
"Wait up! You haven't heard the whole story love." He followed her.
She turned, gave him a sweet smile and then grabbed the lapels of his jacket and slammed him against the wall.
"Gotta get a few things straight. First of all, my name is Anya, not love. Second, seeing as I was a demon for a thousand years, I'm really not all that interested in dating one. You'll understand why, I'm sure."
She walked to a gray VW bug and started to open the door but Spike got in front of her, grabbing the keys from her and leaning against the door. She willed herself not to grin at him.
"The way I see it, you have two options."
"The way I see it, you'd better get lost before I scream."
"Go ahead." he laughed. "No one in this town but the Slayer cares anyway, and I'm not scared of her."
"What do you want?" her arms were folded across her chest and she looked annoyed.
"One dance."
"We had one dance."
"No, a real one. One where you look at me and I look at you."
Anya thought it over. "One dance. No groping. Then I go home. I've got a lot to do tomorrow."
He grinned at her and put his arm around her, leading her back to the club. As they passed a muddy section of grass, he tossed her car keys into it, intending to keep her occupied all night.
