The pounding music and pulsing lights of the Bronze made the inside of
Stephan's skull vibrate in pain. He shook his head sadly. Kids! Youth is
wasted on the young. He could have stood there all night thinking about his
disdain for young people but he had a job to do.
In fact his 'job' was standing by the bar. The girl, Buffy, just arrived with two friends.
He had to assume that these friends were part of the mysterious 'Scooby Gang' He'd heard so much about. Frankly, he wasn't impressed.
The redheaded girl was obviously very sexually aggressive but had watered down her real personality in order to impress some overbearing parental figure, most likely her mother. Her shyness and low self esteem issues were most likely the result of confusion about…(He thought a moment and then it came to him.)…sexual orientation. Personality like hers usually lead to some form of addiction, obsession, or maybe even unfaithfulness.
As for the brunette man, he could tell from across the room that he had maturity issues. And was from a broken home. His parents were either neglectful or drunk or both and his bad family life had caused him to have problems with committing to a serious adult relationship, most likely he was attracted to bad relationships or women who berated him like his mother had. Sex probably didn't come easy for him either.
Cross would have guessed impotence.
But these weren't the patients.
In fact,…
He knocked on the restroom door, "Come on Spike!" He smiled "Its show time!"
**********************
Buffy looked around the smoky dance club while issuing her instructions to Willow and Xander. "Okay, when it gets here just say hello and find a reason to leave."
Xander shrugged, "That shouldn't be too hard, I didn't want to talk to him before he was a robot!"
Willow wasn't listening anymore, she was too busy watching the most amazing she'd ever seen. "Uhh Buffy?" She tapped her friend on the shoulder and pointed towards what she was looking at. "Your not gonna believe this…"
They all turned to the direction she was looking at and their jaws dropped.
It was Spike, or at least it looked like Spike, dressed entirely in INCREDIBLY stylish clothing. He looked like something out of Tommy Hilfinger ad. It was very unsettling.
But what was truly frightening was his face. He was smiling. Not the dangerous, sly smile he usually wore but a genuinely warm and friendly smile!
"Hello all!" He said politely, " How are you?" And he said that like he really cared.
They were stunned, especially Buffy who didn't realize how good he looked in a color other then black. Xander finally came to his senses and tried desperately not to make the joke he was thinking of but he couldn't help it.
In a deep announcer's baritone he said "Tonight the part of Spike will be played by Joshua Jackson."
Spike smiled at the joke and in very cultured English voice said "Hey that's pretty funny! Nice joke buddy!" he laughed and patted the boy on the back. Xander looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
Willow looked at Buffy in panic and stuttered, "Uhh, We, I mean me and Xander have to go now but Buffy's going to stay here and sleep with--- I MEAN TALK, to you. Yeah, that's what I mean." Willow had been a confirmed lesbian for years and probably always would be, but Spike looked so good that even she'd try to pick him up. She needed to go home, call Tara and take a very cold shower.
She dragged a stunned Xander away who was muttering under his breath "He called me buddy. ME!"
That left Buffy alone with HIM. She had worn her Faith clothes tonight making her look as slutty as possibly in the hopes that the robot had been programmed to make a move or something. That way she'd get one step closer to nailing him…
Forehead smack! Stop thinking about sex with the Spikebot, Buffy
…She meant finding out his evil plan.
She smiled and let her voice drop to a husky whisper. "Well, we're all alone." She wrapped her arms around him, "What ever will we do to pass the time?"
Spike just kept on being a gentleman. "I could get you a drink?"
"Okay."
Spike released himself from her grasp and started heading away. Buffy was puzzled "The bar's over here Spike."
"I know." He said, "I'm getting you a soda, I don't want you getting drunk or sick."
Buffy could have sworn she heard pigs prance lightly through the air.
*********************
By the soda machine outside, Spike stood smiling at Dr. Cross. "She's all over me Doc!"
Stephan nodded "That's great now try to remember this if you run into trouble: Old Spike is dead. He's dust. New Spike is better then the old dead Spike. Okay?"
Spike nodded and grabbed Buffy's soda and head back towards her.
********************
Little did either of them know that Buffy had followed him and listened to the entire thing.
A pang touched her heart and she felt sick. She looked at the man talking to the Spikebot. He must have been the one who built it and was giving it his instructions.
That BASTARD! He was the one! He was the one that killed him! He killed her Spike!
She fought back the tears that were falling down her face with her rage. He was going to pay!
With blood!
She ran back to the bar. She was going to use the house phone to call Willow and plan a trap for both of those sons of bitches.
Don't worry baby, she thought, I'll make them pay for killing you!
TBC
(Getting a little weird at this point I think.)
In fact his 'job' was standing by the bar. The girl, Buffy, just arrived with two friends.
He had to assume that these friends were part of the mysterious 'Scooby Gang' He'd heard so much about. Frankly, he wasn't impressed.
The redheaded girl was obviously very sexually aggressive but had watered down her real personality in order to impress some overbearing parental figure, most likely her mother. Her shyness and low self esteem issues were most likely the result of confusion about…(He thought a moment and then it came to him.)…sexual orientation. Personality like hers usually lead to some form of addiction, obsession, or maybe even unfaithfulness.
As for the brunette man, he could tell from across the room that he had maturity issues. And was from a broken home. His parents were either neglectful or drunk or both and his bad family life had caused him to have problems with committing to a serious adult relationship, most likely he was attracted to bad relationships or women who berated him like his mother had. Sex probably didn't come easy for him either.
Cross would have guessed impotence.
But these weren't the patients.
In fact,…
He knocked on the restroom door, "Come on Spike!" He smiled "Its show time!"
**********************
Buffy looked around the smoky dance club while issuing her instructions to Willow and Xander. "Okay, when it gets here just say hello and find a reason to leave."
Xander shrugged, "That shouldn't be too hard, I didn't want to talk to him before he was a robot!"
Willow wasn't listening anymore, she was too busy watching the most amazing she'd ever seen. "Uhh Buffy?" She tapped her friend on the shoulder and pointed towards what she was looking at. "Your not gonna believe this…"
They all turned to the direction she was looking at and their jaws dropped.
It was Spike, or at least it looked like Spike, dressed entirely in INCREDIBLY stylish clothing. He looked like something out of Tommy Hilfinger ad. It was very unsettling.
But what was truly frightening was his face. He was smiling. Not the dangerous, sly smile he usually wore but a genuinely warm and friendly smile!
"Hello all!" He said politely, " How are you?" And he said that like he really cared.
They were stunned, especially Buffy who didn't realize how good he looked in a color other then black. Xander finally came to his senses and tried desperately not to make the joke he was thinking of but he couldn't help it.
In a deep announcer's baritone he said "Tonight the part of Spike will be played by Joshua Jackson."
Spike smiled at the joke and in very cultured English voice said "Hey that's pretty funny! Nice joke buddy!" he laughed and patted the boy on the back. Xander looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
Willow looked at Buffy in panic and stuttered, "Uhh, We, I mean me and Xander have to go now but Buffy's going to stay here and sleep with--- I MEAN TALK, to you. Yeah, that's what I mean." Willow had been a confirmed lesbian for years and probably always would be, but Spike looked so good that even she'd try to pick him up. She needed to go home, call Tara and take a very cold shower.
She dragged a stunned Xander away who was muttering under his breath "He called me buddy. ME!"
That left Buffy alone with HIM. She had worn her Faith clothes tonight making her look as slutty as possibly in the hopes that the robot had been programmed to make a move or something. That way she'd get one step closer to nailing him…
Forehead smack! Stop thinking about sex with the Spikebot, Buffy
…She meant finding out his evil plan.
She smiled and let her voice drop to a husky whisper. "Well, we're all alone." She wrapped her arms around him, "What ever will we do to pass the time?"
Spike just kept on being a gentleman. "I could get you a drink?"
"Okay."
Spike released himself from her grasp and started heading away. Buffy was puzzled "The bar's over here Spike."
"I know." He said, "I'm getting you a soda, I don't want you getting drunk or sick."
Buffy could have sworn she heard pigs prance lightly through the air.
*********************
By the soda machine outside, Spike stood smiling at Dr. Cross. "She's all over me Doc!"
Stephan nodded "That's great now try to remember this if you run into trouble: Old Spike is dead. He's dust. New Spike is better then the old dead Spike. Okay?"
Spike nodded and grabbed Buffy's soda and head back towards her.
********************
Little did either of them know that Buffy had followed him and listened to the entire thing.
A pang touched her heart and she felt sick. She looked at the man talking to the Spikebot. He must have been the one who built it and was giving it his instructions.
That BASTARD! He was the one! He was the one that killed him! He killed her Spike!
She fought back the tears that were falling down her face with her rage. He was going to pay!
With blood!
She ran back to the bar. She was going to use the house phone to call Willow and plan a trap for both of those sons of bitches.
Don't worry baby, she thought, I'll make them pay for killing you!
TBC
(Getting a little weird at this point I think.)