Summary: This is an AU. Buffy has an older sister named Stacy. When Spike
moves to town, Stacy sees him as her knight in shining armor. But when he
falls for the younger Buffy, there's going to be hell in the Summers' home.
Stacy hatches a plan to win Spike back and get rid of her sister...for
good.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
** Author's Notes: Here's the chapter that everyone's been waiting for. Sorry it took so long to get done, but with our school play coming up and all, I had all of three days to learn how to use the soundboard. Sounds like fun huh? It wasn't! **
Buffy really didn't want to go out tonight but she knew if she called Willow to cancel she would get a tongue lashing and still have to go. So, reluctantly, she dressed for the outing.
She wanted to look good, but she just didn't feel it. So she chose a pair of dark blue jeans with patches and a long sleeved shirt. She left her hair down, not having the time or the patience to do anything with it.
She was sitting on her bed staring at the wall when the doorbell rang. "Guess that's Willow." Buffy said climbing off the bed and down the steps. She met Stacy half way down.
"You're little loser friend's here." She said carrying a glass of juice with her.
"Did you let her in?" Buffy asked.
"No." Stacy answered simply. "Why would I?" She walked past Buffy and up into her room.
"Of course." Buffy said quietly in a sarcastic voice. "That would require you to be nice." She opened the door and met Willow's bright gaze.
"Buffy you look great! Are you ready to go?"
"Thanks for lying Will." Buffy replied with a giggle. "Ready as ever." She quickly grabbed her coat off the railing and followed Willow out the door, closing it behind her.
Spike was already at the Bronze. He was seated at a crowded table in the back, pretending to listen to the horrible music.
Really his mind drifted back to the first time he was here with Buffy. That had been a magical night. Everything seemed to be perfect then. Buffy seemed to be enjoying herself and Spike was having the time of his life. So then why did she break it off so soon?
'Bloody women!' Spike thought angrily. 'I'll never understand 'em.'
"Don't you agree Spike?" Drusilla asked him.
"Hmmm?" he asked, not hearing the question.
"You with us here?" Graham asked slapping his friend's shoulder playfully.
"Yeah I'm just a little.distracted." Spike's voice lowered as he saw a blonde head come bobbing into the club. He stood up quickly, hitting the table and causing a few of the drinks to spill over their sides.
His hopes soared as he saw the blonde walking this way. But they plummeted as he saw a black-haired boy meet up with the girl and kiss her. 'Not Buffy.' He thought solemnly. He sat back down and looked around the table at the faces being made by his friends.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You have got to get over her." Angel sighed heavily. "She's like dictating your life."
"Is not." Spike said. "She has absolutely no control over me."
"Oh face it, man. You're totally whipped." Riley laughed. Everyone else at the table laughed too.
Spike looked around at them laughing at him. 'This couldn't get any worse.' He thought. He stood up from the table, and with one final look, walked away muttering something about ".bloody American." under his breath.
Buffy wasn't sure if she was going to need her jacket when she grabbed it. But she figured it wouldn't hurt to take it. She was thankful she did as a cold wind whipped around her, sending her hair flying around.
"Wow, did it get cold out here fast." Willow said pulling her spring jacket tighter. "Guess I should have listened to my mom and taken a heavier coat."
"Yea. Probably." Buffy replied mindlessly. Her mind had wandered to Spike, as it did so much lately.
She was remembering the last time she was at the Bronze. She had been with Spike and had the time of her life. She thought everything would be perfect. But of course they weren't. Nothing ever went right in Buffy's life. 'I'm doomed to badness.' She thought glumly.
".so they're gonna meet us at the Bronze later." Willow continued.
"They?" Buffy asked not knowing who Willow was talking about.
"Xander and Amy." Willow explained. "Have you been listening to me?"
"Of course, every word." Buffy lied. Willow stopped walking and stared at Buffy. After a moment Buffy confessed, "All right, all right, I wasn't listening. But that doesn't mean I wasn't interested in what you were saying."
"Uh huh." Willow said as she continued walking. The rest of the walk to the Bronze went pretty much in silence until the girls rounded the corner to the club.
"Wow." Buffy said noticing all the people at the door. "This place is packed tonight."
"Yeah I hear there's a new band headlining or something. Might be worth hearing." Willow said.
"Let's hope so for the price of the cover charge." Buffy complained.
The girls made their way through the crowd, pushing past teens and younger kids alike. They finally got to the door, paid their money to the bouncer, and charged inside.
"This place really is packed." Willow said as pack of people flew past her, pushing her to the side. "Geez, rude much?"
"Well why don't you go look for Xander and Amy, or at least try to find us a table, and I'll head over to the bar and grab us a latte." Buffy suggested.
"All right." Willow agreed. "But I'm not promising anything." She quickly disappeared in the crowd.
Buffy turned on her heel and headed towards the bar. There were even more people crowded around the bar. She tried to push through them, but it was no use. "My God what are they giving away tonight?" Buffy asked trying to see around the people.
Buffy waited patiently until a spot at the counter was open. She rushed forward and ran right into Spike who was carrying a root beer float. The drink went flying through the air; it's contents spilling all over Buffy, and the glass shattering on the floor.
"Sorry, luv." Spike said trying to not look Buffy in the eye. "Didn't see you there."
"Whatever." Buffy said trying to sound annoyed, even though she was thankful for any contact with him. She looked down at her clothes, "Oh man look at my shirt."
"You'll be fine, just go home and have your mum wash it." Spike said.
"Ugh." Buffy huffed as she stormed away from Spike. Spike decided he wasn't going to take that attitude from her. So he followed her all the way into the Women's restroom near the back of the club.
"Spike what are you doing in here?" Buffy yelled when Spike burst through the door.
"Listen, pet." Spike said with a wave of anger in his voice that scared Buffy a little. "I'm not the one who ended this relationship, so."
"Relationship?!" Buffy yelled back. "What relationship did we have? We went out once."
"And that one night was great. Or at least I thought it was." Spike recoiled. "But then you come strolling up and just blow me off like it was nothing. I had real feelings for you." Spike cornered Buffy against a wall and brought his face close to hers. "I actually thought I loved you. Thought that maybe, just maybe this was the right girl for me. Guess I was wrong." He stepped back away from her and began pacing. "How could I ever love a self-centered, childish, bitch?!"
"Self-centered?" Buffy asked, the tears spilling out of her eyes, and trailing down her cheeks. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe breaking up with you wasn't my choice? That maybe I didn't want to do it?" she clenched her fists at her sides.
"What do you mean it wasn't your choice?" Spike asked.
"I didn't want it to stop!" Buffy yelled angrily. "If I had any choice at all we would be making out in your car by now, not yelling and screaming at each other in the bathroom of some cheap local club!"
Spike stopped for a minute. "Whose choice was it if it wasn't yours?" he asked in a softer voice.
"It was my sisters." Buffy replied wiping a stray tear off her face.
"The Niblet?"
"No my other sister."
"Other."
"Yea Spike. I have two sisters." Buffy admitted. "Her name's Stacy. She's the one who's been chasing you around school since you moved here."
"The annoying chit who's been following me?" Spike repeated in disbelief.
"Yea her." Buffy said with a sob. "She told me to stay away from you or something bad would happen. And I believed her because I was scared! I was afraid of my own sister!"
"Pet why didn't you tell me?" Spike came towards Buffy and tried to comfort her.
"Don't." she said pushing his arm away and moving towards to door. "I didn't tell you because I thought it would be easier. Thought it would be easier to make a clean break and not have to feel guilty every time I looked at your. But that didn't pan out either."
"This doesn't make sense, Buffy." Spike said.
"No I guess it doesn't. But we just have to leave it at that. Because." Buffy fought back another wave of tears that inevitably came. "Because I can't do this any more!" She ran out the door, leaving Spike standing in the women's restroom to digest everything that had just been said.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
** Author's Notes: Here's the chapter that everyone's been waiting for. Sorry it took so long to get done, but with our school play coming up and all, I had all of three days to learn how to use the soundboard. Sounds like fun huh? It wasn't! **
Buffy really didn't want to go out tonight but she knew if she called Willow to cancel she would get a tongue lashing and still have to go. So, reluctantly, she dressed for the outing.
She wanted to look good, but she just didn't feel it. So she chose a pair of dark blue jeans with patches and a long sleeved shirt. She left her hair down, not having the time or the patience to do anything with it.
She was sitting on her bed staring at the wall when the doorbell rang. "Guess that's Willow." Buffy said climbing off the bed and down the steps. She met Stacy half way down.
"You're little loser friend's here." She said carrying a glass of juice with her.
"Did you let her in?" Buffy asked.
"No." Stacy answered simply. "Why would I?" She walked past Buffy and up into her room.
"Of course." Buffy said quietly in a sarcastic voice. "That would require you to be nice." She opened the door and met Willow's bright gaze.
"Buffy you look great! Are you ready to go?"
"Thanks for lying Will." Buffy replied with a giggle. "Ready as ever." She quickly grabbed her coat off the railing and followed Willow out the door, closing it behind her.
Spike was already at the Bronze. He was seated at a crowded table in the back, pretending to listen to the horrible music.
Really his mind drifted back to the first time he was here with Buffy. That had been a magical night. Everything seemed to be perfect then. Buffy seemed to be enjoying herself and Spike was having the time of his life. So then why did she break it off so soon?
'Bloody women!' Spike thought angrily. 'I'll never understand 'em.'
"Don't you agree Spike?" Drusilla asked him.
"Hmmm?" he asked, not hearing the question.
"You with us here?" Graham asked slapping his friend's shoulder playfully.
"Yeah I'm just a little.distracted." Spike's voice lowered as he saw a blonde head come bobbing into the club. He stood up quickly, hitting the table and causing a few of the drinks to spill over their sides.
His hopes soared as he saw the blonde walking this way. But they plummeted as he saw a black-haired boy meet up with the girl and kiss her. 'Not Buffy.' He thought solemnly. He sat back down and looked around the table at the faces being made by his friends.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You have got to get over her." Angel sighed heavily. "She's like dictating your life."
"Is not." Spike said. "She has absolutely no control over me."
"Oh face it, man. You're totally whipped." Riley laughed. Everyone else at the table laughed too.
Spike looked around at them laughing at him. 'This couldn't get any worse.' He thought. He stood up from the table, and with one final look, walked away muttering something about ".bloody American." under his breath.
Buffy wasn't sure if she was going to need her jacket when she grabbed it. But she figured it wouldn't hurt to take it. She was thankful she did as a cold wind whipped around her, sending her hair flying around.
"Wow, did it get cold out here fast." Willow said pulling her spring jacket tighter. "Guess I should have listened to my mom and taken a heavier coat."
"Yea. Probably." Buffy replied mindlessly. Her mind had wandered to Spike, as it did so much lately.
She was remembering the last time she was at the Bronze. She had been with Spike and had the time of her life. She thought everything would be perfect. But of course they weren't. Nothing ever went right in Buffy's life. 'I'm doomed to badness.' She thought glumly.
".so they're gonna meet us at the Bronze later." Willow continued.
"They?" Buffy asked not knowing who Willow was talking about.
"Xander and Amy." Willow explained. "Have you been listening to me?"
"Of course, every word." Buffy lied. Willow stopped walking and stared at Buffy. After a moment Buffy confessed, "All right, all right, I wasn't listening. But that doesn't mean I wasn't interested in what you were saying."
"Uh huh." Willow said as she continued walking. The rest of the walk to the Bronze went pretty much in silence until the girls rounded the corner to the club.
"Wow." Buffy said noticing all the people at the door. "This place is packed tonight."
"Yeah I hear there's a new band headlining or something. Might be worth hearing." Willow said.
"Let's hope so for the price of the cover charge." Buffy complained.
The girls made their way through the crowd, pushing past teens and younger kids alike. They finally got to the door, paid their money to the bouncer, and charged inside.
"This place really is packed." Willow said as pack of people flew past her, pushing her to the side. "Geez, rude much?"
"Well why don't you go look for Xander and Amy, or at least try to find us a table, and I'll head over to the bar and grab us a latte." Buffy suggested.
"All right." Willow agreed. "But I'm not promising anything." She quickly disappeared in the crowd.
Buffy turned on her heel and headed towards the bar. There were even more people crowded around the bar. She tried to push through them, but it was no use. "My God what are they giving away tonight?" Buffy asked trying to see around the people.
Buffy waited patiently until a spot at the counter was open. She rushed forward and ran right into Spike who was carrying a root beer float. The drink went flying through the air; it's contents spilling all over Buffy, and the glass shattering on the floor.
"Sorry, luv." Spike said trying to not look Buffy in the eye. "Didn't see you there."
"Whatever." Buffy said trying to sound annoyed, even though she was thankful for any contact with him. She looked down at her clothes, "Oh man look at my shirt."
"You'll be fine, just go home and have your mum wash it." Spike said.
"Ugh." Buffy huffed as she stormed away from Spike. Spike decided he wasn't going to take that attitude from her. So he followed her all the way into the Women's restroom near the back of the club.
"Spike what are you doing in here?" Buffy yelled when Spike burst through the door.
"Listen, pet." Spike said with a wave of anger in his voice that scared Buffy a little. "I'm not the one who ended this relationship, so."
"Relationship?!" Buffy yelled back. "What relationship did we have? We went out once."
"And that one night was great. Or at least I thought it was." Spike recoiled. "But then you come strolling up and just blow me off like it was nothing. I had real feelings for you." Spike cornered Buffy against a wall and brought his face close to hers. "I actually thought I loved you. Thought that maybe, just maybe this was the right girl for me. Guess I was wrong." He stepped back away from her and began pacing. "How could I ever love a self-centered, childish, bitch?!"
"Self-centered?" Buffy asked, the tears spilling out of her eyes, and trailing down her cheeks. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe breaking up with you wasn't my choice? That maybe I didn't want to do it?" she clenched her fists at her sides.
"What do you mean it wasn't your choice?" Spike asked.
"I didn't want it to stop!" Buffy yelled angrily. "If I had any choice at all we would be making out in your car by now, not yelling and screaming at each other in the bathroom of some cheap local club!"
Spike stopped for a minute. "Whose choice was it if it wasn't yours?" he asked in a softer voice.
"It was my sisters." Buffy replied wiping a stray tear off her face.
"The Niblet?"
"No my other sister."
"Other."
"Yea Spike. I have two sisters." Buffy admitted. "Her name's Stacy. She's the one who's been chasing you around school since you moved here."
"The annoying chit who's been following me?" Spike repeated in disbelief.
"Yea her." Buffy said with a sob. "She told me to stay away from you or something bad would happen. And I believed her because I was scared! I was afraid of my own sister!"
"Pet why didn't you tell me?" Spike came towards Buffy and tried to comfort her.
"Don't." she said pushing his arm away and moving towards to door. "I didn't tell you because I thought it would be easier. Thought it would be easier to make a clean break and not have to feel guilty every time I looked at your. But that didn't pan out either."
"This doesn't make sense, Buffy." Spike said.
"No I guess it doesn't. But we just have to leave it at that. Because." Buffy fought back another wave of tears that inevitably came. "Because I can't do this any more!" She ran out the door, leaving Spike standing in the women's restroom to digest everything that had just been said.