**Until Forever**
A/n: Greetings, my fellow James Marsters' stalkers. The fourth chapter is here after much delay (what else is new), and I hope that it's up to everyone's standards. I'm trying to decide how I want to finish this story, and I have a few ideas in my head that are pulling me in different directions. Ah, well, voices in my head are nothing new . . . *g* Anyways, read on, and as usual, review, review, review, and more review. Any comments, suggestions, and even flames are welcome.
multa- nocte : I'm glad I've captured a place in your "I hate you, dammit!" list. I'm honored. *smiles brightly* But seriously, I agree that a non- reciprocating Spike could be interesting. Hmmm . . . excuse me while I ponder your genius suggestion, will you? That would be fantabulous, thanks.
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Buffy watched Spike laugh brightly at something presumably witty Sylvio just had said, over at the snack table. She was seated at her customary 'actor's' chair, eyes tired as her thoughts ran through her head, over and over, then back around again. Buffy sighed as she focused on Spike, her emotions twirled and jumbled. Ever since that catfight with that crazy lunatic and Faith, that searing look he had given her, her heart had been amiss, her mind foggy and cloudy towards her feelings to Spike. He had acted the same since that day, still filled with smirks and insulting comments for her, but she knew that somewhere inside she had changed. Those eyes had held such passion and fire . . . everything in that moment had stopped, suspended in a time lapse that she had wished would never end. But of course, it had.
Now she was confused and tense and just plain annoyed. She knew that whatever had changed her that day would disappear any time now, leaving her with those simple, easy to understand feelings of intense dislike towards Spike. She would go back to Buffy-who-didn't-give-a-shit, and things would be perfect again.
Yep, any time now. Any moment.
She sighed and slumped down further in her chair. Mind still jumbling, she looked over the set disinterestedly, and found Cordy and Xander totally macking in a secluded corner. Nothing new there. She rolled her eyes and swept over the set with a questioning gaze. Something, something was different. Tara and Gunn flirting sweetly? Nope. Sylvio suddenly turned schizo and freaking out on a gaffer for getting the wrong lights? No. What's different then?
Suddenly, with a slight gasp, Buffy realized what was wrong. The set, which was usually decorated in an outdoor city street, kitchen, or police room scene, had been converted to a bedroom. A freakin' bedroom. Which, of course, could only mean one repulsive thing to Buffy. She swiveled around in her seat, eyes wide, and stomped off toward Sylvio.
"Sylvio! I really have to talk to you!"
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Buffy took a calming breath, closing her eyes briefly. Okay, so at least she wasn't fake-screwing Spike yet, but she was acting out a hot kissing scene with him. With tongue. Buffy sighed as she listened to the director tell her how he wanted it to be done. Spike stood a couple of feet away from her, eyes hooded as he also listened. Buffy risked a quick glance over to him, praying that her nerves stilled. Spike, who she hated with a divine passion. Yeppers, hate the blonde Brit. She decided that her jumbly feelings meant nothing, and that she should just treat the kiss like any other in a role. Yeah, that's what she would do.
Too bad she fantasized about that very kiss as the director spoke.
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Spike listened intently to Sylvio, mentally filing away the directions for the scene to follow. Outside, he was calm and collected, but inside he was a mess. Why, he would never be able to tell. It wasn't like he had feelings for this girl, other than hate. Besides, he had a hot girlfriend that wasn't so much of a bitch, and had a way better ass anyways. Well, that's a matter of opinion. Spike ran a hand through his gelled hair, trying to make sense of his feelings. Buffy had been the bane of his existence for the last two years, and he merely had to play a role with her. Nothing big, nothing new, nothing life-altering.
Assured that he still hated her, and happy that he had found out his feelings for himself, he focused back in on Sylvio. Just a bloody kiss, boy. Not like you haven't experience in that area. Spike smirked to himself, ready to deliver a mind-blowing kiss that would probably make the poor girl fall in love with him. Too bad he wanted nothing to do with her.
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"I love you, baby. What is so hard to believe about that?" he asked her softly, voive husky, bright eyes burning holes in her soul. He took a step closer, eliciting a slight gasp from her lips.
She looked up at him with sadness and lust, hazel eyes swirling with emotion. "It can't be true. We hate each other . . . and you killed my father."
He winced, eyes shining with deep emotion for her. He leaned forward, hands wrapping around her slim waist. "But it is true. Accept it." He brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, feather light.
"It's wrong," she stated half-heartedly as he leaned forward, lips almost touching hers. He grinned, eyes dancing, and said, "But what's good isn't always right for us either, baby."
She couldn't resist, and swallowed up the rest of the distance between them. Hungrily their lips met, fused together as they devoured each other. It was bittersweet, two sworn enemies in love and lust. Hands were everywhere, lips dancing and tugging. Sparks shot through the air, and she moaned out loud as emotions coursed through her. She pulled back a little and whispered, "You'll be the death of me."
Then she smiled, purely devilish, and said as she looked into his blazing blue eyes, "But what a way to go." He grinned back and once again they kissed, tongues meeting in fury. Then the scene went black.
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"Cut!" Sylvio yelled, ecstatic look on his older face. He clapped happily, nodded furiously. "That was fantastic, guys, better then I could have ever hoped!" Buffy and Spike panted heavily as they smiled weakly at him, both trying to catch their bearings, and their breaths.
"Okay everyone, take five," Sylvio called out, still looking like he had just been told he was now in fact the ruler of the world. People herded out of the area, many talking about the kiss they had just witnessed. It was a testament to the two actors, as even though they hated each other the kiss had been amazing.
Buffy and Spike still stood there, not quite meeting each other's eyes. Buffy was totally confused, her feelings towards this man now tipped on the scale even more then before. The kiss had been life-altering; the passion, the intensity . . . it was the best kiss she had ever had. Maybe, just maybe, she felt for Spike in a different way. Easily she could fall in love with this man if she let go of her hate, and that scared her infinitely. But it could be okay if he felt the same. She looked over to him with confused eyes. He in turn stared back for a minute, eyes as dark as midnight. Finally he spoke, smirk sliding over his face.
"Well, luv, I know you enjoyed that. Too bad I didn't." He said, with a leer. Buffy felt her world crash down around her, and her hate blazed up again full force. She could never love this man. Never. Anything she had felt for him was lies, all false feelings connected to the movie and her role with him. To cover up her hurt, she sneered back.
"Oh yeah, dream on. I haven't had a kiss that bad since I was ten. Looks like the ladies man isn't so experienced, after all." Buffy snipped back, even though her heart protested against it. Spike took the blow, shaking his head at her, still with that annoying smirk on his face.
"Whatever, pet. Good thing I don't have to kiss you that much."
Buffy felt unbidden tears rise to her eyes, and her hands balled into fists. She refused to cry for this man, when she cared nothing for him. It would be a waste of energy for her, and even more opportunity for him to make fun of her.
"Sure Spike. Go back to your whore. She's probably the only one that will take it from you anymore." And with that, Buffy stalked off, eyes filled with unshed tears. She didn't turn back once. If she had, she would have seen the pain and remorse on Spike's face, mixed with something that some people would call love.
But of course, he thought to himself, it wasn't. He turned and stalked away.
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Buffy sat in the back, away from everyone else. She held her head in her hands, letting her tears drip slowly down her face and splash onto the dirty floor. She had stopped crying at least, and finally the waterworks were starting to dry up. Even after all of Spike's antics, she still got worked up over them. It was insane, it was illogical, and it was stupid. Spike would always be Spike. Nothing could change that.
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Rumors abound over new movie, "Until Forever"
By: Anya Meyers
Well, it looks like Sylvio DeMarci is at it again. Our favorite Italian director is once again working on a movie that it sure to be a hit, just like the many before it. So while we weren't surprised to hear that he was working on a new heart-breaking romance, we were shocked to hear who would be working on it.
Buffy Summer, and William 'Spike' Gilbert. Maybe the two most ill-suited co- stars ever. With a mutual hate to rival that of any feuding boy bands, the two share a long history of insults and demeaning remarks. To be working on a movie together, playing lovers, knocked our socks off. Even getting the two in the same building is near impossible, and now they work together in very close quarters. But Sylvio must know what he's doing to cast the two, or else he wouldn't be the great man we know he is. So we put our faith in him, and anticipate the arrival of a new romance that once again delves into the territory of forbidden lovers. In the least, it should be one hell of a ride.
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Buffy sank down into the plush leather seats of her limo. She needed some rest, and Sylvio had allowed her to go back home for the full night. Away from the set, away from acting, and away from Spike. She had happily accepted, and was now speeding towards her large L.A. home. Too tired to think of anything else, she focused on the image of her nice, comfy bed, and a huge cup of hot chocolate with little marshmallows. Yummy.
The long car halted to a stop, and Buffy thankfully waved her trusty driver good-bye. He tipped his hat at her and smiled back. She got out, and walked up her stone path to the front doors wearily. She searched for her keys in her bag, not noticing the large figure beside her. It was when he spoke that her eyes widened and her stomach lurched.
"Hey, Buff. Good to see you again."
That voice she had memorized forevermore, tattooed on her brain. The voice that belonged to her first true love, yet had let go because she was too stupid to realize it. That smooth, silky voice so deep it sent shivers up her arm. The one that had got away.
She turned, huge smile alight on her tired face. She jumped into his arms, happily inhaling his unique masculine scent.
"Angel," she breathed.
*To be continued. . .
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A/n: Muwahaha, I love to make you all suffer! :) More soon, dudes.
A/n: Greetings, my fellow James Marsters' stalkers. The fourth chapter is here after much delay (what else is new), and I hope that it's up to everyone's standards. I'm trying to decide how I want to finish this story, and I have a few ideas in my head that are pulling me in different directions. Ah, well, voices in my head are nothing new . . . *g* Anyways, read on, and as usual, review, review, review, and more review. Any comments, suggestions, and even flames are welcome.
multa- nocte : I'm glad I've captured a place in your "I hate you, dammit!" list. I'm honored. *smiles brightly* But seriously, I agree that a non- reciprocating Spike could be interesting. Hmmm . . . excuse me while I ponder your genius suggestion, will you? That would be fantabulous, thanks.
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Buffy watched Spike laugh brightly at something presumably witty Sylvio just had said, over at the snack table. She was seated at her customary 'actor's' chair, eyes tired as her thoughts ran through her head, over and over, then back around again. Buffy sighed as she focused on Spike, her emotions twirled and jumbled. Ever since that catfight with that crazy lunatic and Faith, that searing look he had given her, her heart had been amiss, her mind foggy and cloudy towards her feelings to Spike. He had acted the same since that day, still filled with smirks and insulting comments for her, but she knew that somewhere inside she had changed. Those eyes had held such passion and fire . . . everything in that moment had stopped, suspended in a time lapse that she had wished would never end. But of course, it had.
Now she was confused and tense and just plain annoyed. She knew that whatever had changed her that day would disappear any time now, leaving her with those simple, easy to understand feelings of intense dislike towards Spike. She would go back to Buffy-who-didn't-give-a-shit, and things would be perfect again.
Yep, any time now. Any moment.
She sighed and slumped down further in her chair. Mind still jumbling, she looked over the set disinterestedly, and found Cordy and Xander totally macking in a secluded corner. Nothing new there. She rolled her eyes and swept over the set with a questioning gaze. Something, something was different. Tara and Gunn flirting sweetly? Nope. Sylvio suddenly turned schizo and freaking out on a gaffer for getting the wrong lights? No. What's different then?
Suddenly, with a slight gasp, Buffy realized what was wrong. The set, which was usually decorated in an outdoor city street, kitchen, or police room scene, had been converted to a bedroom. A freakin' bedroom. Which, of course, could only mean one repulsive thing to Buffy. She swiveled around in her seat, eyes wide, and stomped off toward Sylvio.
"Sylvio! I really have to talk to you!"
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Buffy took a calming breath, closing her eyes briefly. Okay, so at least she wasn't fake-screwing Spike yet, but she was acting out a hot kissing scene with him. With tongue. Buffy sighed as she listened to the director tell her how he wanted it to be done. Spike stood a couple of feet away from her, eyes hooded as he also listened. Buffy risked a quick glance over to him, praying that her nerves stilled. Spike, who she hated with a divine passion. Yeppers, hate the blonde Brit. She decided that her jumbly feelings meant nothing, and that she should just treat the kiss like any other in a role. Yeah, that's what she would do.
Too bad she fantasized about that very kiss as the director spoke.
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Spike listened intently to Sylvio, mentally filing away the directions for the scene to follow. Outside, he was calm and collected, but inside he was a mess. Why, he would never be able to tell. It wasn't like he had feelings for this girl, other than hate. Besides, he had a hot girlfriend that wasn't so much of a bitch, and had a way better ass anyways. Well, that's a matter of opinion. Spike ran a hand through his gelled hair, trying to make sense of his feelings. Buffy had been the bane of his existence for the last two years, and he merely had to play a role with her. Nothing big, nothing new, nothing life-altering.
Assured that he still hated her, and happy that he had found out his feelings for himself, he focused back in on Sylvio. Just a bloody kiss, boy. Not like you haven't experience in that area. Spike smirked to himself, ready to deliver a mind-blowing kiss that would probably make the poor girl fall in love with him. Too bad he wanted nothing to do with her.
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"I love you, baby. What is so hard to believe about that?" he asked her softly, voive husky, bright eyes burning holes in her soul. He took a step closer, eliciting a slight gasp from her lips.
She looked up at him with sadness and lust, hazel eyes swirling with emotion. "It can't be true. We hate each other . . . and you killed my father."
He winced, eyes shining with deep emotion for her. He leaned forward, hands wrapping around her slim waist. "But it is true. Accept it." He brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, feather light.
"It's wrong," she stated half-heartedly as he leaned forward, lips almost touching hers. He grinned, eyes dancing, and said, "But what's good isn't always right for us either, baby."
She couldn't resist, and swallowed up the rest of the distance between them. Hungrily their lips met, fused together as they devoured each other. It was bittersweet, two sworn enemies in love and lust. Hands were everywhere, lips dancing and tugging. Sparks shot through the air, and she moaned out loud as emotions coursed through her. She pulled back a little and whispered, "You'll be the death of me."
Then she smiled, purely devilish, and said as she looked into his blazing blue eyes, "But what a way to go." He grinned back and once again they kissed, tongues meeting in fury. Then the scene went black.
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"Cut!" Sylvio yelled, ecstatic look on his older face. He clapped happily, nodded furiously. "That was fantastic, guys, better then I could have ever hoped!" Buffy and Spike panted heavily as they smiled weakly at him, both trying to catch their bearings, and their breaths.
"Okay everyone, take five," Sylvio called out, still looking like he had just been told he was now in fact the ruler of the world. People herded out of the area, many talking about the kiss they had just witnessed. It was a testament to the two actors, as even though they hated each other the kiss had been amazing.
Buffy and Spike still stood there, not quite meeting each other's eyes. Buffy was totally confused, her feelings towards this man now tipped on the scale even more then before. The kiss had been life-altering; the passion, the intensity . . . it was the best kiss she had ever had. Maybe, just maybe, she felt for Spike in a different way. Easily she could fall in love with this man if she let go of her hate, and that scared her infinitely. But it could be okay if he felt the same. She looked over to him with confused eyes. He in turn stared back for a minute, eyes as dark as midnight. Finally he spoke, smirk sliding over his face.
"Well, luv, I know you enjoyed that. Too bad I didn't." He said, with a leer. Buffy felt her world crash down around her, and her hate blazed up again full force. She could never love this man. Never. Anything she had felt for him was lies, all false feelings connected to the movie and her role with him. To cover up her hurt, she sneered back.
"Oh yeah, dream on. I haven't had a kiss that bad since I was ten. Looks like the ladies man isn't so experienced, after all." Buffy snipped back, even though her heart protested against it. Spike took the blow, shaking his head at her, still with that annoying smirk on his face.
"Whatever, pet. Good thing I don't have to kiss you that much."
Buffy felt unbidden tears rise to her eyes, and her hands balled into fists. She refused to cry for this man, when she cared nothing for him. It would be a waste of energy for her, and even more opportunity for him to make fun of her.
"Sure Spike. Go back to your whore. She's probably the only one that will take it from you anymore." And with that, Buffy stalked off, eyes filled with unshed tears. She didn't turn back once. If she had, she would have seen the pain and remorse on Spike's face, mixed with something that some people would call love.
But of course, he thought to himself, it wasn't. He turned and stalked away.
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Buffy sat in the back, away from everyone else. She held her head in her hands, letting her tears drip slowly down her face and splash onto the dirty floor. She had stopped crying at least, and finally the waterworks were starting to dry up. Even after all of Spike's antics, she still got worked up over them. It was insane, it was illogical, and it was stupid. Spike would always be Spike. Nothing could change that.
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Rumors abound over new movie, "Until Forever"
By: Anya Meyers
Well, it looks like Sylvio DeMarci is at it again. Our favorite Italian director is once again working on a movie that it sure to be a hit, just like the many before it. So while we weren't surprised to hear that he was working on a new heart-breaking romance, we were shocked to hear who would be working on it.
Buffy Summer, and William 'Spike' Gilbert. Maybe the two most ill-suited co- stars ever. With a mutual hate to rival that of any feuding boy bands, the two share a long history of insults and demeaning remarks. To be working on a movie together, playing lovers, knocked our socks off. Even getting the two in the same building is near impossible, and now they work together in very close quarters. But Sylvio must know what he's doing to cast the two, or else he wouldn't be the great man we know he is. So we put our faith in him, and anticipate the arrival of a new romance that once again delves into the territory of forbidden lovers. In the least, it should be one hell of a ride.
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Buffy sank down into the plush leather seats of her limo. She needed some rest, and Sylvio had allowed her to go back home for the full night. Away from the set, away from acting, and away from Spike. She had happily accepted, and was now speeding towards her large L.A. home. Too tired to think of anything else, she focused on the image of her nice, comfy bed, and a huge cup of hot chocolate with little marshmallows. Yummy.
The long car halted to a stop, and Buffy thankfully waved her trusty driver good-bye. He tipped his hat at her and smiled back. She got out, and walked up her stone path to the front doors wearily. She searched for her keys in her bag, not noticing the large figure beside her. It was when he spoke that her eyes widened and her stomach lurched.
"Hey, Buff. Good to see you again."
That voice she had memorized forevermore, tattooed on her brain. The voice that belonged to her first true love, yet had let go because she was too stupid to realize it. That smooth, silky voice so deep it sent shivers up her arm. The one that had got away.
She turned, huge smile alight on her tired face. She jumped into his arms, happily inhaling his unique masculine scent.
"Angel," she breathed.
*To be continued. . .
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A/n: Muwahaha, I love to make you all suffer! :) More soon, dudes.