Chapter 4
Spike bowed at the applause and rushed off the stage. He made a beeline for the counter and waved down the bartender for a drink. As soon as he had that he scanned the room for the weird green guy. What was his name? Lorne, wasn't it?
"Hey Lorne!"
"Ah yes. The love sick blondie bear." Spike growled at the nickname.
"So are you gonna sing me my fortune or what? I'm not adverse to a little bar fight."
"I'd be amused to see you try. This place is charmed against violence." Spike cursed under his breath. What kind of place was this? Couldn't even get into an entertaining bar fight. "Why don't we grab a booth. We've got enough baggage to work through as a family on Jerry Springer."
"Not featuring staying as long as that mate." Spike admitted.
"You want it all laid out for you. You have no patience."
"Hmph."
"So you're saying the contrary?" A little smile appeared on the demon's lips. "Now we're getting somewhere. Of course you have patience. You would have waited eternity for that girl." Spike felt his face blush. He was a romantic. He couldn't help that. He couldn't even bury it with bloody William. "And why shouldn't you," the demon continued, after taking a sip of his turquoise drink. "She gives you a direction in life, a path to take. Something that keeps you above the rest of them." Lorne eyed the other vampires. "I know another guy like you, not the -"
"If you say Angel I'll rip your throat, charm or not." Spike cut in.
"Oh, I should have known you would know him. Must run in the family…How'd I know? You have a certain broody resemblance. And I'll bet you both look hot in leather pants." The demon grinned. "And the penchant for solving things with violence."
"Shut up about that prancing nancy boy. We have nothing in common." Spike growled, coming close to morphing.
"No?" Lorne questioned with a raise of his brow. "I would swear you both like the same girl. A little Slayer named Buffy?"
"What of it? She likes a little monster in her man."
"I don't think that's all of it." Lorne said gesturing for Spike to sit on a stool. "I read from your thoughts that she died, and came back. Seen it more often than you'd believe. This troubles you, because she comes to you now, and she thinks she loves you, after all that's what you've wanted but-"
"But I don't think she really does."
"And after you gave yourself to her cause you want more than this." Lorne continued, playing back and forth in sympathy. "Inquiring minds want to know, how are you going to make this happen?"
"How should I know? I've tried all my bloody mind could think of."
"Have you trying letting her go? If she comes back she's yours that's how you know, that's it's real that its for sure, and you're ready and willing to give him more, what a girl wants!"
"Cut that out!" Spike snapped with embarrassment. No one noticed because they were all used to it. "How do I let her go?"
"I think you'll figure it out." Lorne stood up, signaling the conversation was over. Spike made his way outside back into the night. He decided to take Kermit's cousin's advice to his unbeating heart. And as luck would have it, fate was working on his side, because the key to Buffy's heart was being revealed to her.