Speaking of bruised egos, he spotted Xander, anchored at a table amongst
the waves of people. Spike made his way to the whelp, feeling a slight buzz
from being surrounded by all the fresh blood and pheromones, a heady mix.
When all the kiddies were on their merry way he'd patrol with Buffy, vamps
were sure to be nearby. Well, he'd patrol with Buffy if she wasn't still
pissed about the incident when she was invisible…
Spike sat down at the table, and nodded to the whelp. Xander was about to make a smart-ass quip to Dead Boy jr., then thought better of it. Too much effort to yell over the band. Besides, he'd been helpful lately. Had been for a while now, even when Buffy was… away. If he was forced to choose between Spike and Angel in a life or death situation, Xander decided he liked the blond better.
Not that I'll ever tell anyone, ever, Xander thought to himself firmly. He'd simply tolerate him as long as he didn't harass Buffy too much, not like Buffy couldn't kick his ass though. Maybe Spike would take him seriously and get a girlfriend, realize his little obsession with the Slayer wouldn't do anything. Buffy wouldn't ever be interested in the Billy Idol reject. He almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.
Spike was watching Buffy dance He loved watching her move, whether fighting or simply playing around with her friends. It was these times when she looked happy, let herself be free. Buffy wasn't someone who was meant to keep still. He thought back to the times when he had first fought her. Had he loved her even then? Probably, he'd always been especially fascinated with this one. She had friends, a life outside of slaying… she was everything a Slayer wasn't supposed to be. She'd kicked his ass plenty of times, and yet he was always just so close to killing her. Angelus was right- to kill this girl, you had to love her. And he wasn't going to.
Buffy felt eyes on her and relished the feeling. He was there. Lately she could just know when he- Spike- was around. She continued dancing, her smile widening.
Anything you desire
I will set at your feet
With a kiss in the air
For the gods to recieve
But if there comes a day
You should turn your heart away
I'll be down on my knees
Beggin' for that girl to stay
Don't let go
Ooo oh oh
Don't let go
Ooo oh oh
The song ended, and the band had to take a break, much to the girls' disappointment. Anya led them back to their spot, where, to the three's surprise, Xander and Spike were deep in conversation. They didn't even notice the girls approach.
"I'm telling you mate, releasin' a greatest hits album every time a band member dies screams sell-out, no matter how epic the band itself is. Plus, any decent human being owns all the Beatles anyway, preferably on vinyl."
Xander was just about to come to the defence of the group when he noticed Anya, Willow and Buffy about 5 feet away, staring.
"What?!" He asked, indignantly.
"Nothing. You were being… you were having a polite discussion with Spike." Willow answered.
"Well, it's not going to continue to be polite if he keeps defending groups who are solely in it for the money instead of the music," Spike retorted.
"You'll take that back when the Ramones re-lease their hits."
"Spike pointed his cigarette towards the other man before taking a drag. "Joey- Rest in peace- wouldn't do anything of the sort! I asked him how he felt about it once, and he swore he'd come back and haunt his label. He would too."
Xander and Spike both decided to stop talking in case people got the idea that they liked hanging out.
Buffy sat in the seat between Willow and Spike. As she reached across him for her coke their hands touched and she dropped the glass. He grabbed the glass coolly before it could spill a drop. Usually her reflexes were just as fast, if not faster, but she was a little off tonight, it seemed…
"Here you go, pet," he smirked as he placed it carefully in front of her.
Please keep reviewing, if I should continue this or not!! I really would love feedback, just for some basic suggestions, so that my next stories can improve- I have a lot of ideas in mind that I'm sure you guys (esp. B/S Shippers) would love…. Thanx!!
Spike sat down at the table, and nodded to the whelp. Xander was about to make a smart-ass quip to Dead Boy jr., then thought better of it. Too much effort to yell over the band. Besides, he'd been helpful lately. Had been for a while now, even when Buffy was… away. If he was forced to choose between Spike and Angel in a life or death situation, Xander decided he liked the blond better.
Not that I'll ever tell anyone, ever, Xander thought to himself firmly. He'd simply tolerate him as long as he didn't harass Buffy too much, not like Buffy couldn't kick his ass though. Maybe Spike would take him seriously and get a girlfriend, realize his little obsession with the Slayer wouldn't do anything. Buffy wouldn't ever be interested in the Billy Idol reject. He almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.
Spike was watching Buffy dance He loved watching her move, whether fighting or simply playing around with her friends. It was these times when she looked happy, let herself be free. Buffy wasn't someone who was meant to keep still. He thought back to the times when he had first fought her. Had he loved her even then? Probably, he'd always been especially fascinated with this one. She had friends, a life outside of slaying… she was everything a Slayer wasn't supposed to be. She'd kicked his ass plenty of times, and yet he was always just so close to killing her. Angelus was right- to kill this girl, you had to love her. And he wasn't going to.
Buffy felt eyes on her and relished the feeling. He was there. Lately she could just know when he- Spike- was around. She continued dancing, her smile widening.
Anything you desire
I will set at your feet
With a kiss in the air
For the gods to recieve
But if there comes a day
You should turn your heart away
I'll be down on my knees
Beggin' for that girl to stay
Don't let go
Ooo oh oh
Don't let go
Ooo oh oh
The song ended, and the band had to take a break, much to the girls' disappointment. Anya led them back to their spot, where, to the three's surprise, Xander and Spike were deep in conversation. They didn't even notice the girls approach.
"I'm telling you mate, releasin' a greatest hits album every time a band member dies screams sell-out, no matter how epic the band itself is. Plus, any decent human being owns all the Beatles anyway, preferably on vinyl."
Xander was just about to come to the defence of the group when he noticed Anya, Willow and Buffy about 5 feet away, staring.
"What?!" He asked, indignantly.
"Nothing. You were being… you were having a polite discussion with Spike." Willow answered.
"Well, it's not going to continue to be polite if he keeps defending groups who are solely in it for the money instead of the music," Spike retorted.
"You'll take that back when the Ramones re-lease their hits."
"Spike pointed his cigarette towards the other man before taking a drag. "Joey- Rest in peace- wouldn't do anything of the sort! I asked him how he felt about it once, and he swore he'd come back and haunt his label. He would too."
Xander and Spike both decided to stop talking in case people got the idea that they liked hanging out.
Buffy sat in the seat between Willow and Spike. As she reached across him for her coke their hands touched and she dropped the glass. He grabbed the glass coolly before it could spill a drop. Usually her reflexes were just as fast, if not faster, but she was a little off tonight, it seemed…
"Here you go, pet," he smirked as he placed it carefully in front of her.
Please keep reviewing, if I should continue this or not!! I really would love feedback, just for some basic suggestions, so that my next stories can improve- I have a lot of ideas in mind that I'm sure you guys (esp. B/S Shippers) would love…. Thanx!!
