Bailamos - Chapter Three
by Angel Eternal
email: angel_eternal_01@yahoo.com
Rating: R (decided to raise the rating for suggestive language and basic swearing
nothing too serious, just being cautious)
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several
companies and God knows who else. One thing is certain - I don't own
any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!
~ The eternal dance ~
Who said she was avoiding anyone? The idea was ludicrous! So what if she hadn't gone to the Magic Box for a week
now? Did she really have to be there everyday? So what if she wasn't picking up the phone? Dawn could do that - if not
her, the machine would. So what if she patrolled only one side of the cemetery? She wanted to be thorough!
Buffy had successfully managed to avoid everyone but Dawn for the past week
Quite an accomplishment if you think about it.
She was sick and tired of having people around her. She saved the world on a regular basis - she deserved to be...
eccentric.
It had nothing to do with a certain peroxide blonde vampire. Nothing at all.
* * *
It had been six days and seventeen hours.
The whole thing was driving Spike nuts. He didn't know how she did it. He would be damned interested to find out
how she managed to get in and out of her house without someone seeing her.
That poof had come banging on his door on the third day, demanding to know where the precious Slayer was.
It was the first time Spike had any idea that Buffy was hiding. She was definitely still in town that was for sure -
Dawn was still here. But he hadn't even smelt her in the air.
The fourth day Red had come, politely knocking, with a nice bag of blood for him - bait. Trust Red to be political
about it.
But he had nothing to tell her. He had really wished that he had. For one thing he wanted to see the Slayer. He also
hated to hear that tremor in the Wiccan's voice, see the unshed tears in her vivid eyes.
The fifth night Spike had gone to the Nibblet.
She was ecstatic to see him of course, but when he pressed for the whereabouts of her sister, she had merely
shrugged and said she was never sure where Buffy was. He knew for certain that Buffy was not in the house -
he would have felt her presence.
Giving up, he left the Nibblet to prowl the cemetery.
He met with a couple of ambitious vamps, but nothing to be overly excited about.
No Buffy.
And now the seventh night - still no Buffy.
She was avoiding everyone. Spike grinned to himself. Buffy might be the most powerful Slayer to date. She
might have saved the world a dozen times. But the girl was a plain coward when it came to emotions.
His head snapped up when he smelt it.
The air got warmer; the breeze carried that scent in it. He could hear blood rushing through veins. She was near.
* * *
Buffy was back to twirling her stake around her fingers. There were no vamps - nothing for her to kill. Nothing
for her to vent her fury upon.
Vaguely she wondered how long she'd be able to hide from the world. She had done a pretty good job of it before.
In fact she knew that if she really didn't want to be found - she wouldn't be...
Her muscles instinctively tensed, she could feel the tiny hairs on her nape rise. She had been too fast in saying there
was no vamps around.
She crouched low to the ground, prepared.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
She knew he was there.
Spike marvelled at the sight of her. Low on the ground, almost gliding across - she didn't make a single sound.
The moonlight danced on her cheeks, and he wondered what she would look like in pure sunlight. She probably
wouldn't have this ethereal quality to her. She probably wouldn't look like the huntress that she was - primal,
savage.
Well, two could play at that game. Spike glided behind her, then without warning, she whirled - stake poised to
rip through the space between them.
Then she recognised him.
* * *
Sighing, Buffy put the stake down. It would be him wouldn't it?
Buffy had a feeling that if Spike was looking for her that year she disappeared he would have found her in two
weeks max.
"Hullo pet."
Buffy straightened, refusing to respond to him, she contented herself with glaring at him before turning on her heel
to walk away.
In a flash, Spike appeared before her.
Buffy blinked, Spike had never shown her his speed before - at least not when they weren't fighting.
Spike grinned at her. He had surprised her.
"Glad to see that I haven't lost the touch."
Buffy tossed her hair over her shoulder, "You never had it." She made a move to slip past him, but he blocked
the way.
"What's the hurry luv?"
Buffy glared at him, "Since when have I ever relished your company?"
"Oh I don't know - maybe about a week ago?"
He just had to bring that up didn't he? Just had to. "You're a pig Spike."
He snorted, "And I haven't heard that before!" He shook his head, "The least you can be is original baby."
Buffy could do nothing but glared at him, "To be creative requires effort Spike. Something I have no wish to exert
around you."
"Ouch." He pressed a hand mockingly to his chest. "You've hurt my tender feelings baby."
Irritated, Buffy pushed him down to the ground, and swiftly skirted around him.
"Again with the repetitiveness Slayer - really you could try something new!"
Incensed, Buffy whirled around, stake flipping into her grasp, and dove straight for his chest, stopping a hair's
breadth from his chest. "Like this?"
Spike snorted. "In case you weren't paying attention Slayer, you've been threatening me with the good ole wood
through the heart routine for what - three years now? More?"
Buffy pressed the point into his chest, just one little flex of the muscle and it would be imbedded into his flesh and
he would be particles of dust. "Threatening is the key word Spikey-boy."
Spike stared into her eyes, trying to ignore the pressure on his chest, and the instinct to throw her off. "Baby you
know you can't."
Before Buffy could respond, a whirl of black lunged at her.
Effortlessly she threw the thing off her. Shaking her head, she saw that it was a vampire - five of them to be exact.
Two were circling Spike who had leapt to his feet.
Three faced her. Buffy sighed; they just had to interrupt didn't they. She was so close to staking the annoyance called
Spike, so close...
~ Let the rhythm take you over ~
She whirled into action, falling into the rhythm only she could hear. She kicked the one on the middle right in the gut,
sending him flying through the air and smashing into a tombstone.
This close to ending his undead life, just a second away...whom was she trying to kid? Buffy found she'd been asking
herself that a lot lately.
She flipped, head over feet, and expertly staked the vamp on her left. She turned and grabbed the one on the right by
the arms, and flipped him right into the first one. Swiftly she staked them - two for the price of one, she grinned evilly.
She turned just in time to see a vampire explode behind her, revealing Spike.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
"You were saying luv?"
She resumed glaring at him, she crossed her arms. "I can so stake you."
Spike shook his head, "I'm not even going to ask you to prove it - don't want to embarrass you and all."
"What?!!!"
~ Te quiero amor mio ~
(I want you, my love)
Her eyes were positively blazing. The moonlight fell on her just enough to highlight those stunning eyes of hers. They were
so big, so expressive; they always gave her away.
She glared at him, trying to intimidate him, not realising that she was at her most beautiful when furious.
The hot flush on her skin, her dazzling eyes, wide, blood rushing beneath her skin - he wanted to drown in her.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
Buffy was still spluttering - unable to form a coherent thought. Him staring at her like that wasn't helping either.
Did he always have to look at her as if he could see to the very depths of her soul?
She was suddenly distracted by the play of light on his sculpted cheekbones. She really couldn't imagine Spike in the
light. It would be just too odd. He was a creature of darkness - and besides moonlight suited him. The silvery fingers
caressing the pale skin...
Oh God! Stop it! Buffy stop it!
Did she have to continuously think about him? It was all his fault anyway! Did he have to stand there, black shirt hugging
his sculpted chest, duster billowing softly around him, head cocked downwards - eyes peering up at her?
Stupid, irritating, sexy, useless, annoying...did she just call him sexy?!
She was so losing it.
~ Wanna live this night forever ~
"Give in Slayer - why do you keep stopping yourself?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about Spike..."
Swiftly, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him, "You know what I'm talking about Buffy." He let her name roll
off his tongue slowly, savouring it.
She swiftly reclaimed her wrist, very slowly she said, enunciating every word. "I have no idea what you're talking about
Spike."
He studied her, and took a step back.
~ Bailamos ~
(We dance)
Slowly, he circled her, studying her from every perspective.
Buffy felt paralysed. She should just walk away - it wasn't as if he was holding her...
"Do you really believe the shit that comes out of your mouth?" Spike stopped in front of her. "You can't keep on denying
it Buffy. There is chemistry between us. Something I bet you've never really had. For certain Captain Cardboard couldn't
possibly elicit such a response from you."
Buffy blushed, not wanting the acknowledge the truth behind his words. She could only pray that the it was too dark for
him to see.
Spike detected the rise in temperature; he knew she was blushing. He felt a rush of satisfaction knowing that Reily couldn't
make her hot - not the way he could.
"There's passion between us. Come on! Think about it. Can you say that sex between us wouldn't be hotter then hell?
You know it - I know it - but it's more then shagging. We're alike. You and me Slayer." His gaze held hers, refusing to
let her look away. "Death becomes her. You know that baby - and I am Death."
Te quiero amor mio - Te quiero
(I want you, my love--I want you)
~ To be continued ~