**Until Forever**
A/n: Yes, that's right, two chapters in such a short time? *whispers to person beside her, "yes, it's really true!"* Incredible? Maybe. Good for my own sanity? No. Well, anywho, this is the next installment. I was spurred on by all the delicious reviews I got. I can tell you something: the more reviews, the more chapters. So, pay up. *gives cheeky grin*
Oh, and one more thing. Rachel, one lovely reviewer: I love you too. lol. But seriously, for your request, it's kinda strange because I had the same exact idea. Wow, great minds must think alike! *wink, wink* Don't read this following line if you don't want any spoilers . . . okay, I have three words for you: Faith/Drusilla catfight. Read on to get that highly pleasing part. God, that part was nearly orgasmic to write. :)
On with the fiction already!
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So, Buffy could at least say one thing; it was a very good thing that she had gotten so good at acting. Cordelia had been mighty pissed off after Spike's little comment, and had demanded to know about the whole ordeal. So, of course, Buffy had told her everything, which seemed to make Cordelia even more angry. Hell, Buffy had figured the truth would smooth things over, but she was wrong. Cordelia had ranted for hours, saying that Buffy was "stealing her men all the time", and "seducing every guy she met". Obviously, Buffy had known this to be not true, but decided that going along with Cordelia's notions were best at this time of immense crisis.
She had been right to some degree.
It had been only her and Cordelia talking thankfully, as Spike and Xander and even Willow were too scared to go near the Ice Queen any time soon, in the next millennia. So Buffy had taken it upon herself to spill every last detail. Cordelia had forgiven her of course, after endless venting, but Buffy had the sneaking suspicion it was because Xander had asked Cordelia on a date for that night, which they both raved about for two hours the next day. Needless to say, everything was okay with the two, better then ever, and the same went with Cordelia's and Xander sudden relationship.
Though the two brunettes had had only one date, Xander was already kept on a tight leash. It was hilarious to see a former ladies man whipped by a woman that looked fairly meek and pleasant enough (when she wasn't ripping someone to shreds, or swearing that an ex's balls would be viciously torn off). Well, come to think of it, Buffy and Willow didn't know if it was sad, or maybe just cute. It was a close one.
One thing that wasn't going too well was the strained relationship between Spike and Buffy. Their little encounter from the day before hadn't helped their already-volatile relationship, and it still hadn't been resolved. Buffy refused to say sorry for something she thought was right, and Spike wouldn't apologize until Buffy did. So, basically, it seemed that their feud would never be solved. That may have suited them fine, but it didn't suit the director and the casts. After all, in a mere two days, they would share their first kiss for the movie. As Willow had put it, "That's sure to be one hell of a laugh."
That morning, the director had yelled at the two as they filmed a scene together. He had picked up on the angry vibe shooting off the two in mile- long sparks. "What the hell is wrong with you two now?" he had asked cautiously, having heard rumors about Buffy's attack.
"Nothing, except for an annoying Brit named Spike," Buffy had answered crossly, rolling her eyes at him. He had sneered back, and said, "Oh, nothing for my either, except for this Buffy chit that is a permanent pain in my ass." Of course, that had started another argument almost, the whole cast sharing grins at the much anticipated hourly event, until Sylvio had wisely said "Take five, people." He had then proceeded to walk to his trailer, muttering incoherently about ulcer pills and murdering bickering actors.
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It was during another break that afternoon, when both Buffy and Spike had about an hour off, when Buffy had met an interesting aspect of Spike. A whorish, bitchy aspect, but an aspect nonetheless.
His model girlfriend, Faith Evans. Buffy had been sitting in her chair, innocently enough, when she heard Spike call out to someone happily, a sultry female voice answer back, and than proceed to get up and meet whomever this person was. Buffy, totally not interested of course, tried not to listen to his female counterpart speak to him. But, she couldn't help but overhear some major macking sounds float over to her. Like the good person she was, she tried to block out the sounds, but they were too damn loud. It sounded like they were swapping enough spit to fill the Pacific. It was completely vile, and Buffy was just turning around to tell them that.
But when she turned around, she met the most hideous sight ever.
Faith was a complete ho, to say the least. She was a total slut, and Buffy wasn't just saying that because she was jealous. Which I am totally not. She had long, wavy brown hair, a curvy figure, and a face that wasn't half bad. It was what adorned the girl that made Buffy blanch. She had on this little tiny mini skirt, barely covering her ass, I so have a better ass then her and a skimpy tank top that left the top of her boobs and her back bare. Huge earrings, knee high boots, and heavy make up completed the ensemble. Buffy had to say, completely unbiased, that this woman was obviously only with Spike for sex. She had no evidence to prove this, but she knew it was true.
"Ahem," Buffy said loudly, twisting all the way in her seat. The couple, completely oblivious, kept tonguing each other. Buffy crinkled her nose. It looked like Spike was trying to get inside Faith from her mouth. I so would not like to be kissed like that Buffy told herself, for no apparent reason. She repeated herself again. Finally the two pulled away, looking at her with incredulous expressions and kiss-swollen lips. Buffy had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"Could you two maybe find a room somewhere, so I'm not exposed to this public porn? Take it somewhere else, please." Buffy said primly, ignoring Faith's head-to-toe sweep of her. Spike just smirked widely, his hair looking sexily-uh, messily mussed. He winked once.
"Pet, you jealous?" he said, that ever-present smirk growing bigger. Buffy gave him a look, than started laughing. "Yeah Spike, as if. Maybe when the world ends." She answered, still chuckling. He rolled his eyes, and turned back to Faith. She whispered something to him, looking a little miffed. He rolled his eyes again and turned back to Buffy.
"Buffy, this is Faith Evans. She's a model, and also my girlfriend. Faith, this is Buffy Summers, that annoying chit I was telling you about."
Faith looked over Buffy again, her own grin widening. She nodded, dark eyes flashing. "Oh yeah, now I remember her, baby. The one who cheated on her boyfriend, that hottie Angel. She isn't as pretty as I would of thought."
Buffy's eyes immediately began to shoot sparks. The change was instant. She flew out of her seat, coming to stand in front of the couple. Her and Faith were about the same weight, but in height Faith had the advantage. Buffy still was confident though that she could take her. She snorted, looking Faith over also.
"Oh, because honey, you're so good yourself." Buffy answered back, crossing her arms defiantly. Spike, huge smile on his face, called Xander and Gunn over. All three men were entranced by the possibility of the two hot girls getting into a catfight. So when Buffy took a step closer to Faith, none of them tried to step in.
Soon both women were yelling insults at each other, swearing and cussing. The noise and small group got the attention of Cordy and Willow, who were both on the set. They hurried over and were met with Buffy and another women angrily yelling and beckoning, on the verge of slapping each other out. Cordelia was at a loss for what to do, until she saw the amazed expressions on Xander's, Gunn's, and Spike's face. Fairly quickly she decided that enough was enough. She slapped Xander in the arm, snapping him to attention.
"What's going on here, Xander? And before you answer, put your eyes back in your head." Cordelia muttered. Xander stuttered slightly, surprised at being caught, but explained the situation.
"That brunette is Spike's new girlfriend. Buffy and her exchanged some words, mostly about sluts and stuff, and now they look like they're gonna fight. Ooh, I hope they start rolling on the ground! That's always the best part."
Cordelia slapped him once more for good measure, than walked to the middle of the two fighting women. But, they ignored her completely, which inevitable made Cordelia mad. She too started yelling, and both women turned on her. Soon all three were involved, much to the delight of the male viewers. Spike was sure that he could feel an erection coming on. Three gorgeous women fighting, slapping and ripping each other's clothes off? Hell yes.
It was ultimately Willow who finally tried to break up the argument, pushing the three apart. Spike, Xander, and Gunn groaned their disappointment, but quickly shut up when Willow started yelling also. Their faces were like little boys at Christmastime. But Spike was sure he never even got a gift as half as good as the sight in front of him.
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Somehow, the four women stopping their yelling, and were sent to sit far away from each other. It was Tara who demanded that everyone stop, and for such a quiet, shy woman, she seemed to hold a big presence. The four stopped arguing immediately, though the anger was still palpable. It was really only Buffy and Faith that had been angry, so Willow and Cordelia soon got over the whole thing. But Faith and Buffy had made a silent agreement that they would hate each other forever. And as long as they were silent, it suited everyone well.
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It was late that night, right before the last scene filming for the day finished up, when Spike got another surprise visitor. Faith had been draped all over him all day, much to the chagrin of Buffy (though it only disgusted her for other reasons besides jealously of course). Buffy could have sworn that every time he kissed Faith he looked over to her seat to see if she was watching or not. But Willow had told her that was probably only in Buffy's head, and Buffy was eventually convinced it was true.
So, everyone was taking another break when the director announced that he had a niece that wanted to come visit the set, and she was here now. Everyone nodded, not really taking interest to the fact. It was common for some family or friends of an actor to tour the set, or watch a scene being filmed. So when Drusilla rounded the corner, as that was her name, no one really reacted any more then to smile formally and say hi. She had long, raven colored hair, pale skin, and a beautiful face. Dark clothes adorned her thin body, a bit gothic-fashioned. She in turn greeted everyone also, dark, dark, eyes bright as she took everyone in.
It was when her gaze rested on Spike that she completely reverted from a fairly nice girl to complete and utter psycho. She started jumped up and down and screeching, causing everyone on the set to stop in their tracks and stare. Spike himself was aghast, mouth open and blue eyes wide. Drusilla ran over to him, huge smile on her face, gushing about how wonderful he was and how she planned to marry him. Then she started getting freaky.
"Oh, I love you! You're my favorite actor ever, in the whole universe! I've watched all of you're movies millions of times, and I have every single picture of you. I know that we'll get married, and live together forever. We're soul mates. I read it in the stars that we were meant to be, even after death. I've even checked your future, and I see myself in it. I just knew that I would meet you soon."
Everyone exchanged raised eyebrows, shaking their heads. Obsessed fans could be pretty disturbing sometimes. But Drusilla was a niece of Sylvio, so no one could really say anything. Faith, who was beside Spike, gave Drusilla a dirty look. Spike just smiled weakly.
"Pet, that's really marvelous. But I don't know if we were meant to be. I mean, you're a bloody great girl, but . . ."
Drusilla cut him off, her intense eyes beginning to flash dangerously. One lip curled up, and she looked at Faith, who had Spike's arm around her. She seemed to start foaming at the mouth. Everyone visibly shrank back, except for Faith, who stared defiantly at her.
"What? You don't want to be with me? But its written in the stars, written in blood, and you can't break from destiny! I will have you, Spike, no matter what you say. Because if I can't have you, then no one will," Drusilla shrieked, whose eyes had taken on a crazy quality. Everyone on the set could do nothing but stare on, eyes going back and forth between Spike and Drusilla like the audience at a tennis match. Spike seemed too aghast to move, his mouth still open.
Faith jumped up, quick as a flash, her mouth already gushing forth insults and warnings. For such a small person she seemed to hold so much fire, and at the moment it was all directed at Drusilla. Both were almost touching nose-to-nose, eyes blazing. Buffy said to no one in particular, "Oh, looks like Faithie has a penchant for starting fights." Nobody acknowledged her except for Spike, who took the time to flip her the bird. She was too engrossed in the scene in front of her to care. Afterwards, no one could say who threw the first slap. Probably Drusilla, as she was wildly waving her hands around. But all of a sudden fists were flying, hair was being pulled, screams were reverberating through the silenced set. The two landed in a tumble on the floor, slapping and slashing and growling. Everyone gazed on, horrified, to surprised to make any move to help, or break it up. Three immature gaffers started cheering loudly, which spurred everyone into action. Spike shot up and rushed over to help, Sylvio and Xander alongside him, but they were at a loss as how to get into the fray to push the two ladies apart. It was a whirl of limbs, and when one of the men tried to dive in they would be grasping at empty air or being slapped mercilessly.
In one word, it was simply priceless. In another, it was hilarious. And yet in another, a more moral view, it was disgusting.
Buffy sat frozen, watching the exchange with wide eyes beside Willow, who bore a similar expression. Finally, it was two burly, tall bodyguards that came flying over who were the ones to actually break up the fight. The pulled a twisting Faith off of a screaming Drusilla, both red faced and disheveled. Hair was tangles, clothes ripped, scratches on their arms and faces. The entire crew was speechless, except for Spike, who went over to Faith and held her in his arms, petting her long brown hair with his hand. Buffy looked at the two with narrowed eyes. Only Willow noticed, and she gave a small secret smile.
Drusilla was 'escorted' out of the building, her uncle muttering behind her about a crazy sister and lawsuits. Faith yelled something like, "You got what you asked for, bitch!" but most people were still too confused and bewildered to respond. Drusilla just gave Faith one last dirty look, and a threatening motion with her hands across her throat, before she disappeared out the door with the two men and her uncle.
Sylvio walked in five minutes later, face screwed up in confusion. Spike called him over, and the two tried to discuss what happened. Sylvio was at a loss for words, saying that Drusilla had been a big fan of Spike's, yet hadn't ever turned crazy like she just did. Spike took one look at the shaken man, and said, "Don't worry Sylvio, I won't press any charges." Sylvio sighed in relief, giving Spike a grateful smile. He turned to the rest of the group.
"Okay everyone, let's try to get back on track. Take another few minutes while the crew cleans up, and we'll start shooting again."
Everyone nodded, and turned away to go back to their respective areas. Buffy still sat in her chair, watching Spike and Faith. Willow shook her head and smiled as she got up and went over to speak to Sylvio, patting her friend's shoulder. Buffy merely nodded, eyes hooked on Spike giving Faith a gentle kiss on the lips. He pulled away, and at that exact moment his eyes met Buffy's. The world melted away as they gazed at each other, heated and intense. Buffy felt her heart beating faster, her break quickening at the passion in those fire blue eyes. She gasped softly. At that moment, something changed between them, and she knew that she didn't hate him that much, after all. Maybe she never had. She never wanted the moment to end.
It did. He was the first to look away.
*To be continued . . .
A/n: Yes, that's right, two chapters in such a short time? *whispers to person beside her, "yes, it's really true!"* Incredible? Maybe. Good for my own sanity? No. Well, anywho, this is the next installment. I was spurred on by all the delicious reviews I got. I can tell you something: the more reviews, the more chapters. So, pay up. *gives cheeky grin*
Oh, and one more thing. Rachel, one lovely reviewer: I love you too. lol. But seriously, for your request, it's kinda strange because I had the same exact idea. Wow, great minds must think alike! *wink, wink* Don't read this following line if you don't want any spoilers . . . okay, I have three words for you: Faith/Drusilla catfight. Read on to get that highly pleasing part. God, that part was nearly orgasmic to write. :)
On with the fiction already!
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So, Buffy could at least say one thing; it was a very good thing that she had gotten so good at acting. Cordelia had been mighty pissed off after Spike's little comment, and had demanded to know about the whole ordeal. So, of course, Buffy had told her everything, which seemed to make Cordelia even more angry. Hell, Buffy had figured the truth would smooth things over, but she was wrong. Cordelia had ranted for hours, saying that Buffy was "stealing her men all the time", and "seducing every guy she met". Obviously, Buffy had known this to be not true, but decided that going along with Cordelia's notions were best at this time of immense crisis.
She had been right to some degree.
It had been only her and Cordelia talking thankfully, as Spike and Xander and even Willow were too scared to go near the Ice Queen any time soon, in the next millennia. So Buffy had taken it upon herself to spill every last detail. Cordelia had forgiven her of course, after endless venting, but Buffy had the sneaking suspicion it was because Xander had asked Cordelia on a date for that night, which they both raved about for two hours the next day. Needless to say, everything was okay with the two, better then ever, and the same went with Cordelia's and Xander sudden relationship.
Though the two brunettes had had only one date, Xander was already kept on a tight leash. It was hilarious to see a former ladies man whipped by a woman that looked fairly meek and pleasant enough (when she wasn't ripping someone to shreds, or swearing that an ex's balls would be viciously torn off). Well, come to think of it, Buffy and Willow didn't know if it was sad, or maybe just cute. It was a close one.
One thing that wasn't going too well was the strained relationship between Spike and Buffy. Their little encounter from the day before hadn't helped their already-volatile relationship, and it still hadn't been resolved. Buffy refused to say sorry for something she thought was right, and Spike wouldn't apologize until Buffy did. So, basically, it seemed that their feud would never be solved. That may have suited them fine, but it didn't suit the director and the casts. After all, in a mere two days, they would share their first kiss for the movie. As Willow had put it, "That's sure to be one hell of a laugh."
That morning, the director had yelled at the two as they filmed a scene together. He had picked up on the angry vibe shooting off the two in mile- long sparks. "What the hell is wrong with you two now?" he had asked cautiously, having heard rumors about Buffy's attack.
"Nothing, except for an annoying Brit named Spike," Buffy had answered crossly, rolling her eyes at him. He had sneered back, and said, "Oh, nothing for my either, except for this Buffy chit that is a permanent pain in my ass." Of course, that had started another argument almost, the whole cast sharing grins at the much anticipated hourly event, until Sylvio had wisely said "Take five, people." He had then proceeded to walk to his trailer, muttering incoherently about ulcer pills and murdering bickering actors.
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It was during another break that afternoon, when both Buffy and Spike had about an hour off, when Buffy had met an interesting aspect of Spike. A whorish, bitchy aspect, but an aspect nonetheless.
His model girlfriend, Faith Evans. Buffy had been sitting in her chair, innocently enough, when she heard Spike call out to someone happily, a sultry female voice answer back, and than proceed to get up and meet whomever this person was. Buffy, totally not interested of course, tried not to listen to his female counterpart speak to him. But, she couldn't help but overhear some major macking sounds float over to her. Like the good person she was, she tried to block out the sounds, but they were too damn loud. It sounded like they were swapping enough spit to fill the Pacific. It was completely vile, and Buffy was just turning around to tell them that.
But when she turned around, she met the most hideous sight ever.
Faith was a complete ho, to say the least. She was a total slut, and Buffy wasn't just saying that because she was jealous. Which I am totally not. She had long, wavy brown hair, a curvy figure, and a face that wasn't half bad. It was what adorned the girl that made Buffy blanch. She had on this little tiny mini skirt, barely covering her ass, I so have a better ass then her and a skimpy tank top that left the top of her boobs and her back bare. Huge earrings, knee high boots, and heavy make up completed the ensemble. Buffy had to say, completely unbiased, that this woman was obviously only with Spike for sex. She had no evidence to prove this, but she knew it was true.
"Ahem," Buffy said loudly, twisting all the way in her seat. The couple, completely oblivious, kept tonguing each other. Buffy crinkled her nose. It looked like Spike was trying to get inside Faith from her mouth. I so would not like to be kissed like that Buffy told herself, for no apparent reason. She repeated herself again. Finally the two pulled away, looking at her with incredulous expressions and kiss-swollen lips. Buffy had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"Could you two maybe find a room somewhere, so I'm not exposed to this public porn? Take it somewhere else, please." Buffy said primly, ignoring Faith's head-to-toe sweep of her. Spike just smirked widely, his hair looking sexily-uh, messily mussed. He winked once.
"Pet, you jealous?" he said, that ever-present smirk growing bigger. Buffy gave him a look, than started laughing. "Yeah Spike, as if. Maybe when the world ends." She answered, still chuckling. He rolled his eyes, and turned back to Faith. She whispered something to him, looking a little miffed. He rolled his eyes again and turned back to Buffy.
"Buffy, this is Faith Evans. She's a model, and also my girlfriend. Faith, this is Buffy Summers, that annoying chit I was telling you about."
Faith looked over Buffy again, her own grin widening. She nodded, dark eyes flashing. "Oh yeah, now I remember her, baby. The one who cheated on her boyfriend, that hottie Angel. She isn't as pretty as I would of thought."
Buffy's eyes immediately began to shoot sparks. The change was instant. She flew out of her seat, coming to stand in front of the couple. Her and Faith were about the same weight, but in height Faith had the advantage. Buffy still was confident though that she could take her. She snorted, looking Faith over also.
"Oh, because honey, you're so good yourself." Buffy answered back, crossing her arms defiantly. Spike, huge smile on his face, called Xander and Gunn over. All three men were entranced by the possibility of the two hot girls getting into a catfight. So when Buffy took a step closer to Faith, none of them tried to step in.
Soon both women were yelling insults at each other, swearing and cussing. The noise and small group got the attention of Cordy and Willow, who were both on the set. They hurried over and were met with Buffy and another women angrily yelling and beckoning, on the verge of slapping each other out. Cordelia was at a loss for what to do, until she saw the amazed expressions on Xander's, Gunn's, and Spike's face. Fairly quickly she decided that enough was enough. She slapped Xander in the arm, snapping him to attention.
"What's going on here, Xander? And before you answer, put your eyes back in your head." Cordelia muttered. Xander stuttered slightly, surprised at being caught, but explained the situation.
"That brunette is Spike's new girlfriend. Buffy and her exchanged some words, mostly about sluts and stuff, and now they look like they're gonna fight. Ooh, I hope they start rolling on the ground! That's always the best part."
Cordelia slapped him once more for good measure, than walked to the middle of the two fighting women. But, they ignored her completely, which inevitable made Cordelia mad. She too started yelling, and both women turned on her. Soon all three were involved, much to the delight of the male viewers. Spike was sure that he could feel an erection coming on. Three gorgeous women fighting, slapping and ripping each other's clothes off? Hell yes.
It was ultimately Willow who finally tried to break up the argument, pushing the three apart. Spike, Xander, and Gunn groaned their disappointment, but quickly shut up when Willow started yelling also. Their faces were like little boys at Christmastime. But Spike was sure he never even got a gift as half as good as the sight in front of him.
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Somehow, the four women stopping their yelling, and were sent to sit far away from each other. It was Tara who demanded that everyone stop, and for such a quiet, shy woman, she seemed to hold a big presence. The four stopped arguing immediately, though the anger was still palpable. It was really only Buffy and Faith that had been angry, so Willow and Cordelia soon got over the whole thing. But Faith and Buffy had made a silent agreement that they would hate each other forever. And as long as they were silent, it suited everyone well.
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It was late that night, right before the last scene filming for the day finished up, when Spike got another surprise visitor. Faith had been draped all over him all day, much to the chagrin of Buffy (though it only disgusted her for other reasons besides jealously of course). Buffy could have sworn that every time he kissed Faith he looked over to her seat to see if she was watching or not. But Willow had told her that was probably only in Buffy's head, and Buffy was eventually convinced it was true.
So, everyone was taking another break when the director announced that he had a niece that wanted to come visit the set, and she was here now. Everyone nodded, not really taking interest to the fact. It was common for some family or friends of an actor to tour the set, or watch a scene being filmed. So when Drusilla rounded the corner, as that was her name, no one really reacted any more then to smile formally and say hi. She had long, raven colored hair, pale skin, and a beautiful face. Dark clothes adorned her thin body, a bit gothic-fashioned. She in turn greeted everyone also, dark, dark, eyes bright as she took everyone in.
It was when her gaze rested on Spike that she completely reverted from a fairly nice girl to complete and utter psycho. She started jumped up and down and screeching, causing everyone on the set to stop in their tracks and stare. Spike himself was aghast, mouth open and blue eyes wide. Drusilla ran over to him, huge smile on her face, gushing about how wonderful he was and how she planned to marry him. Then she started getting freaky.
"Oh, I love you! You're my favorite actor ever, in the whole universe! I've watched all of you're movies millions of times, and I have every single picture of you. I know that we'll get married, and live together forever. We're soul mates. I read it in the stars that we were meant to be, even after death. I've even checked your future, and I see myself in it. I just knew that I would meet you soon."
Everyone exchanged raised eyebrows, shaking their heads. Obsessed fans could be pretty disturbing sometimes. But Drusilla was a niece of Sylvio, so no one could really say anything. Faith, who was beside Spike, gave Drusilla a dirty look. Spike just smiled weakly.
"Pet, that's really marvelous. But I don't know if we were meant to be. I mean, you're a bloody great girl, but . . ."
Drusilla cut him off, her intense eyes beginning to flash dangerously. One lip curled up, and she looked at Faith, who had Spike's arm around her. She seemed to start foaming at the mouth. Everyone visibly shrank back, except for Faith, who stared defiantly at her.
"What? You don't want to be with me? But its written in the stars, written in blood, and you can't break from destiny! I will have you, Spike, no matter what you say. Because if I can't have you, then no one will," Drusilla shrieked, whose eyes had taken on a crazy quality. Everyone on the set could do nothing but stare on, eyes going back and forth between Spike and Drusilla like the audience at a tennis match. Spike seemed too aghast to move, his mouth still open.
Faith jumped up, quick as a flash, her mouth already gushing forth insults and warnings. For such a small person she seemed to hold so much fire, and at the moment it was all directed at Drusilla. Both were almost touching nose-to-nose, eyes blazing. Buffy said to no one in particular, "Oh, looks like Faithie has a penchant for starting fights." Nobody acknowledged her except for Spike, who took the time to flip her the bird. She was too engrossed in the scene in front of her to care. Afterwards, no one could say who threw the first slap. Probably Drusilla, as she was wildly waving her hands around. But all of a sudden fists were flying, hair was being pulled, screams were reverberating through the silenced set. The two landed in a tumble on the floor, slapping and slashing and growling. Everyone gazed on, horrified, to surprised to make any move to help, or break it up. Three immature gaffers started cheering loudly, which spurred everyone into action. Spike shot up and rushed over to help, Sylvio and Xander alongside him, but they were at a loss as how to get into the fray to push the two ladies apart. It was a whirl of limbs, and when one of the men tried to dive in they would be grasping at empty air or being slapped mercilessly.
In one word, it was simply priceless. In another, it was hilarious. And yet in another, a more moral view, it was disgusting.
Buffy sat frozen, watching the exchange with wide eyes beside Willow, who bore a similar expression. Finally, it was two burly, tall bodyguards that came flying over who were the ones to actually break up the fight. The pulled a twisting Faith off of a screaming Drusilla, both red faced and disheveled. Hair was tangles, clothes ripped, scratches on their arms and faces. The entire crew was speechless, except for Spike, who went over to Faith and held her in his arms, petting her long brown hair with his hand. Buffy looked at the two with narrowed eyes. Only Willow noticed, and she gave a small secret smile.
Drusilla was 'escorted' out of the building, her uncle muttering behind her about a crazy sister and lawsuits. Faith yelled something like, "You got what you asked for, bitch!" but most people were still too confused and bewildered to respond. Drusilla just gave Faith one last dirty look, and a threatening motion with her hands across her throat, before she disappeared out the door with the two men and her uncle.
Sylvio walked in five minutes later, face screwed up in confusion. Spike called him over, and the two tried to discuss what happened. Sylvio was at a loss for words, saying that Drusilla had been a big fan of Spike's, yet hadn't ever turned crazy like she just did. Spike took one look at the shaken man, and said, "Don't worry Sylvio, I won't press any charges." Sylvio sighed in relief, giving Spike a grateful smile. He turned to the rest of the group.
"Okay everyone, let's try to get back on track. Take another few minutes while the crew cleans up, and we'll start shooting again."
Everyone nodded, and turned away to go back to their respective areas. Buffy still sat in her chair, watching Spike and Faith. Willow shook her head and smiled as she got up and went over to speak to Sylvio, patting her friend's shoulder. Buffy merely nodded, eyes hooked on Spike giving Faith a gentle kiss on the lips. He pulled away, and at that exact moment his eyes met Buffy's. The world melted away as they gazed at each other, heated and intense. Buffy felt her heart beating faster, her break quickening at the passion in those fire blue eyes. She gasped softly. At that moment, something changed between them, and she knew that she didn't hate him that much, after all. Maybe she never had. She never wanted the moment to end.
It did. He was the first to look away.
*To be continued . . .