Chapter 3 Revelations
On Revello Drive, the Giles-Calendar household was settling in for the night. Jenny and Giles were really grateful for not having to cook their first night in the house. All the kitchen appliances were still in boxes, so the invitation Hank Summers had offered was much appreciated. Jenny and Giles went to their room and pretty soon the three boys went to theirs as well.
Spike went into his room and stared around at the empty wall and boxes. He and Angel had originally fought for the room on the other side of the house. It was facing the pool and garden and had a small patio. They had Connor place two twigs in his hand, one shorter then the other, and drawed for the room in question. Spike, with his luck, had of course lost. As he settled himself in his windowsill for a smoke, he started to think maybe for once lady fortune had taken pity on him after all.
His window was facing the street, and the house across. There in one of the lit rooms he spotted Buffy moving around. Apparently his room was facing Buffy's. A grin formed in his face at his stepbrother's expense. Of course he would have loved her to like him better than Angel. But at the same time he had seen the way she had looked at Angel when they left.
He knew right then that Angel would be the one to win the war. Buffy seemed like an intelligent girl, it was a pity she would fall for the sports idiot Angel was. Sure Angel had taken art classes and that covered him up nicely. But Angel had failed to mention that he wouldn't even be in college if it weren't for his football scholarship.
Angel seemed safe, Spike didn't and Spike thought he knew what kind of guy that eventually would win the heart of the gorgeous blonde.
Spike had to settle for making Angel miserable by making moves Angel didn't dare. Just like the one, this evening, when he put his hand over hers. The faces she and Angel made were priceless. She was absolutely beautiful. Spike sighed and threw the butt, of his nearly forgotten cigarette away, as the lights were shut in the room across the street.
He made his way through the window and again studied his room. The only things that had gotten their rightful place, was the bed, his acoustic guitar, his Fender guitar and amplifier. He pulled up his acoustic, sat on his bed and gently started to strum its strings.
His mind drifted and he was taking a look back on his love life. He had his fair share of one-nightstands and dates leading nowhere. Sure, most of them were pretty and intelligent girls, but none of them compared to Cecily. Cecily was like him, deep and wild at the same time. He had met her when he was 16, back in London, and she was one of the reasons he had applied his rebel lifestyle.
Cecily loved the dangerous edge he had and nothing would thrill her more than when he jacked a car, and whisked her away in it, in menacing speeds. 16 year olds shouldn't really know that much about sexual passions but they were the exception. He loved remembering how her pierced tongue would feel in his mouth and tracing down his neck before continuing to regions further south. He loved the feel of her soft and multicolored hair, her piercing brown eyes had a look reserved only for him. He couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what there was about Buffy that reminded him of Cecily. It could be the look in her eyes. He was pretty sure the goody-two- shoes side he'd seen tonight was an act.
Things had gone bad when he left for L.A. Sure Cecily came over a couple of times, but Spike quickly found out they were no longer exclusive. She pleaded with him to remain friends, but Spike couldn't take it and sent her back to England refusing to even talk to her. Spike decided to start a new life and gave up working for starting at the university. That meant he couldn't afford a place of his own, so when time came for his father to move to Sunnydale, Spike followed.
The initial shock of his father remarrying had subdued. After all he deserved to be happy. Still it hurt him a bit, that his mother no longer was the love of his father's life. Jenny was great about it. She was mothering Spike in a subtle way, always making sure to let him know her intentions weren't to replace his mother.
As for his older stepbrother, Angel, detest seemed a fitting description of Spike's feelings towards him. Angel had every personality trait, Spike hated. Angel was smug, egotistical, overly self-confident, cocky and worst of all a fool. As for Connor it was a bit different.
Connor reminded him of what he was like before he lost his mother. He was a smartass, but still sort of shy. Connor and Spike, had good times mocking Angel. That brought them a bit closer.
Spike stood of his bed, headed for one of the boxes, and pulled out a picture of his mother. He went back to bed and put the picture to his chest. The comfort it provided soon lulled him to sleep.
Across the street Buffy had settled between the sheets in her bed. She was staring at the ceiling. Sleep had apparently no plans to claim her any time soon. She let out a frustrated sigh, and shifted to a new position for the umpteenth time. Her mind was racing and butterflies fluttered around in her stomach.
Her mind was concentrating on Spike and Angel. Meeting them, talking to them, had led her to the conclusion that Angel really wasn't any different form Riley except a better wrapping and a common interest in art.
Spike on the other hand wasn't like anyone she'd ever met. He was so upfront it made her both frustrated and fascinated. He had this vibe that screamed wild and passionate. She was fully aware that he probably held the power to both infuriate and charm her.
Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of pebbles being thrown at her window. She got up from bed, walked up to the window and opened it, only to spot Riley down at the ground.
"Riley? What are you doing here" she loudly whispered, trying to not wake up anyone in the house. "Buffy I... I want you back" Riley yelled, his voice revealing his not so sober state.
"Riley..." her voice was full of pity. "You can't just expect me to take you back, the way you stormed out", She lied, knowing she would have dumped him eventually anyway, since their relationship wasn't progressing. " Besides you're drunk, don't say or do anything you only will regret in the morning. We can talk tomorrow when you're sober" With that she closed the window and went back to bed.
Down at ground level, Riley was staggering his way, back home, silently vowing that one way or the other, he would claim her back. Show her what she was missing. Make her love him. Thing's hadn't worked out with Drusilla. As soon as she found out it was over between Riley and Buffy, she had started talking dirt about Buffy, her intentions to help him. He'd been disgusted by it and left
The morning after, in the Summers' residence, Buffy had decided to ease up on her sister and offer her to come along to the mall. Dawn was thrilled at a chance to go to the mall with her sister's cool friends. This was her idea of a perfect day. Things hadn't really been good between Dawn and Buffy.
Dawn hadn't really liked Riley, still she saw the way he loved her sister. To Dawn, that meant a perfect relationship. If someone loved you it guaranteed an everlasting relationship was Dawn's opinion. The opinion was shattered when they broke up. Of course Buffy being cranky wasn't helping sister love either.
Dawn and Buffy were picked up in Cordelia's red convertible and they proceeded to the mall, where they met up with Anya, Tara and Willow. The first thing Buffy noticed was Willow and Tara holding hands. Happy that they were back together, Buffy congratulated and hugged them both.
After three hours of shopping, Buffy spending both the money her father had given her and a good sum from her savings account, the six girls headed towards the food court to gossip and refill on charbs in form of lattes.
Buffy began retelling yesterday's dinner down to every detail. Her eyes became dreamy when she told them about the move Spike had made a move, putting his hand over hers, staring at her with those beautiful sapphire eyes. That was when Dawn decided to chime in. " He only did it to make Angel jealous"
" What? NO! You don't have a clue Dawnie", Buffy's voice bore testimony to that her plans to treat her sister with respect, was forgotten. " I do to! He told me so when we were outside", Dawn replied, a proud look on her face.
Buffy looked shocked 'Is Dawn telling the truth? Was he faking it? No, he couldn't have. His eyes were so honest' Willow studied her best friend's look of disappointment, and decided to try to clarify things. "Are you sure Dawn? What exactly did he say?", the redhead asked.
Dawn didn't really feel like dishing out about the part she had made a fool of herself so she replied, " He said, he hits on the girls Angel like, to piss him off". Buffy looked truly devastated. Tara spotted Drusilla and her crew and pondered whether or not it was right, not to tell Buffy about Riley and Drusilla. She never got a chance to tell as Drusilla came up to their table.
" Well, well, well. What do we have here? Feeling blue for the loss of your boyfriend perhaps? Just wanted to let you know I helped him out a bit last night. And to judge by his kiss I did a good job helping him forget about you" The brunette had a predatory smile on her lips.
Buffy wanted to wipe that smile off and decided to not show her surprise and instead retaliated. " Dru, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that kiss couldn't have been that good on your part, since he came over to my place, pleading with me to take him back."
Dru threw her hair over her shoulder and ran off. She was searching her purse for her cell, when she bumped into a gorgeous blond "Easy pet. Where are you heading off in such a hurry?", a British accent asked her. She placed one of her 'charm the innocents' smile on her lips before replying; " Why it is rare to find an Englishman in Sunnydale, how are matters in the mother country? My name is Drusilla Wyndham-Price" she replied with perfect North-London accent, while reaching out her hand to greet.
Spike was baffled, by this dark and pale beauty. She seemed to have a predatory edge in her and he liked that in a girl. The fact that she was English could be another plus. She looked like the upper-class version of Cecily. For a moment, he reminded himself just how well that had worked out, before answering, "Spike", he said taking her hand, "Wouldn't know really. 'aven't been there for a while. Been shacking up in the city of angels for a few years. Just moved here."
" If you're new to this town, you have to give me the pleasure of showing it to a fellow countryman. What are your plans for the evening?" Drusilla asked. "I'm meeting up with some people at this place called Bronze", he answered thinking this girl might have what it would take to get his mind off Buffy. " Perfect! I will meet you there around 8. I'll introduce you to the right people", she purred. ' This bird's kind of bossy isn't she?', he thought before agreeing, "I'll see you there"
With that they parted and Spike spotted Buffy at a nearby table and headed over. Drusilla caught this movement and silently plotted revenge over Buffy's comments earlier.
The conversations around the table had long ago switched from Spike's interest vs. disinterest to Riley. All the girls but Buffy and Dawn had shared a look before nodding their agreement. After last night's event they realized it was wise to tell Buffy what Willow had seen a week ago. At the time no one wanted to tell her because they knew she'd be furious with Riley. Since yesterday had proven it wasn't a one-time thing they decided to give her a warning.
" Buffy. Riley tried to sneak into your room a week ago. I was kind of worried he might. well, do something to you. I stopped him and I talked it over with the rest of the gang and we kind of agreed not to tell you. He was really drunk and we thought he wouldn't do anything like that again. The reason we didn't want to tell you was we thought you'd get mad and that would only make things worse. Since he went to your place again we're telling you now. Just want to give you a warning. There's no telling what he might do when he's drunk and broken hearted."
When Willow came to an end to her speech, she was surprised by Buffy's reaction. Buffy started laughing. Hard. The rest of the girls shared a puzzled look. " Now what exactly is it you find so amusing, pet?", Spike asked as he came up to the table and saw Buffy laughing.
Buffy calmed herself before answering. " It's just my friends worrying that my ex is going to hurt me", she laughed a bit more before continuing. "For crying out loud guys. Riley gets a guilty conscience stepping on bugs, and you think he'd be able to hurt me!" The girls didn't look convinced, in fact they looked even more worried.
Spike spoke up, " The lost love of a girl like you, could drive a man to many things, pet. If it were me there's no telling what I'd do." Buffy remembered Dawn's words from earlier and decided she wasn't going to fall for his act again. " Well it's a good thing I'm not nor will be your girl then, and quit with the name calling" she said looking away from him not able to look into his eyes. Afraid he might see the truth in her eyes.
It was Spike's turn to look puzzled. Where was the warm, lovely creature that sat at the table last night? He looked at Dawn to see if she held the answer but the girl just looked away. Cordelia broke the silence; "You must be Spike. I'm Cordelia. We've heard a lot about you." This earned a glare from Buffy who didn't want Spike to know she'd been talking about him.
Spike was introduced to the rest of the girls and excused himself; " It was a pleasure meeting all of you and I hope to see you tonight. If you'll excuse me, I have a few errands to attend to"
The girls agreed to spend the afternoon before going to The Bronze at Anya, Tara and Willow's place since it was close to the club. Their place was referred to as the factory since it was an abandoned factory. Cordelia stopped at Buffy's house letting Dawn off and let Buffy leave the fruits of her shopping except what she was going to wear later. She grabbed the makeup that would fit in her bag and left. Dawn had a paper due Monday and couldn't go out.
As Buffy came back to the car she pondered the fact that Angel hadn't really been around for Spike to piss off. 'Let it go Buff he's not interested. Angel is.'
On Revello Drive, the Giles-Calendar household was settling in for the night. Jenny and Giles were really grateful for not having to cook their first night in the house. All the kitchen appliances were still in boxes, so the invitation Hank Summers had offered was much appreciated. Jenny and Giles went to their room and pretty soon the three boys went to theirs as well.
Spike went into his room and stared around at the empty wall and boxes. He and Angel had originally fought for the room on the other side of the house. It was facing the pool and garden and had a small patio. They had Connor place two twigs in his hand, one shorter then the other, and drawed for the room in question. Spike, with his luck, had of course lost. As he settled himself in his windowsill for a smoke, he started to think maybe for once lady fortune had taken pity on him after all.
His window was facing the street, and the house across. There in one of the lit rooms he spotted Buffy moving around. Apparently his room was facing Buffy's. A grin formed in his face at his stepbrother's expense. Of course he would have loved her to like him better than Angel. But at the same time he had seen the way she had looked at Angel when they left.
He knew right then that Angel would be the one to win the war. Buffy seemed like an intelligent girl, it was a pity she would fall for the sports idiot Angel was. Sure Angel had taken art classes and that covered him up nicely. But Angel had failed to mention that he wouldn't even be in college if it weren't for his football scholarship.
Angel seemed safe, Spike didn't and Spike thought he knew what kind of guy that eventually would win the heart of the gorgeous blonde.
Spike had to settle for making Angel miserable by making moves Angel didn't dare. Just like the one, this evening, when he put his hand over hers. The faces she and Angel made were priceless. She was absolutely beautiful. Spike sighed and threw the butt, of his nearly forgotten cigarette away, as the lights were shut in the room across the street.
He made his way through the window and again studied his room. The only things that had gotten their rightful place, was the bed, his acoustic guitar, his Fender guitar and amplifier. He pulled up his acoustic, sat on his bed and gently started to strum its strings.
His mind drifted and he was taking a look back on his love life. He had his fair share of one-nightstands and dates leading nowhere. Sure, most of them were pretty and intelligent girls, but none of them compared to Cecily. Cecily was like him, deep and wild at the same time. He had met her when he was 16, back in London, and she was one of the reasons he had applied his rebel lifestyle.
Cecily loved the dangerous edge he had and nothing would thrill her more than when he jacked a car, and whisked her away in it, in menacing speeds. 16 year olds shouldn't really know that much about sexual passions but they were the exception. He loved remembering how her pierced tongue would feel in his mouth and tracing down his neck before continuing to regions further south. He loved the feel of her soft and multicolored hair, her piercing brown eyes had a look reserved only for him. He couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what there was about Buffy that reminded him of Cecily. It could be the look in her eyes. He was pretty sure the goody-two- shoes side he'd seen tonight was an act.
Things had gone bad when he left for L.A. Sure Cecily came over a couple of times, but Spike quickly found out they were no longer exclusive. She pleaded with him to remain friends, but Spike couldn't take it and sent her back to England refusing to even talk to her. Spike decided to start a new life and gave up working for starting at the university. That meant he couldn't afford a place of his own, so when time came for his father to move to Sunnydale, Spike followed.
The initial shock of his father remarrying had subdued. After all he deserved to be happy. Still it hurt him a bit, that his mother no longer was the love of his father's life. Jenny was great about it. She was mothering Spike in a subtle way, always making sure to let him know her intentions weren't to replace his mother.
As for his older stepbrother, Angel, detest seemed a fitting description of Spike's feelings towards him. Angel had every personality trait, Spike hated. Angel was smug, egotistical, overly self-confident, cocky and worst of all a fool. As for Connor it was a bit different.
Connor reminded him of what he was like before he lost his mother. He was a smartass, but still sort of shy. Connor and Spike, had good times mocking Angel. That brought them a bit closer.
Spike stood of his bed, headed for one of the boxes, and pulled out a picture of his mother. He went back to bed and put the picture to his chest. The comfort it provided soon lulled him to sleep.
Across the street Buffy had settled between the sheets in her bed. She was staring at the ceiling. Sleep had apparently no plans to claim her any time soon. She let out a frustrated sigh, and shifted to a new position for the umpteenth time. Her mind was racing and butterflies fluttered around in her stomach.
Her mind was concentrating on Spike and Angel. Meeting them, talking to them, had led her to the conclusion that Angel really wasn't any different form Riley except a better wrapping and a common interest in art.
Spike on the other hand wasn't like anyone she'd ever met. He was so upfront it made her both frustrated and fascinated. He had this vibe that screamed wild and passionate. She was fully aware that he probably held the power to both infuriate and charm her.
Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of pebbles being thrown at her window. She got up from bed, walked up to the window and opened it, only to spot Riley down at the ground.
"Riley? What are you doing here" she loudly whispered, trying to not wake up anyone in the house. "Buffy I... I want you back" Riley yelled, his voice revealing his not so sober state.
"Riley..." her voice was full of pity. "You can't just expect me to take you back, the way you stormed out", She lied, knowing she would have dumped him eventually anyway, since their relationship wasn't progressing. " Besides you're drunk, don't say or do anything you only will regret in the morning. We can talk tomorrow when you're sober" With that she closed the window and went back to bed.
Down at ground level, Riley was staggering his way, back home, silently vowing that one way or the other, he would claim her back. Show her what she was missing. Make her love him. Thing's hadn't worked out with Drusilla. As soon as she found out it was over between Riley and Buffy, she had started talking dirt about Buffy, her intentions to help him. He'd been disgusted by it and left
The morning after, in the Summers' residence, Buffy had decided to ease up on her sister and offer her to come along to the mall. Dawn was thrilled at a chance to go to the mall with her sister's cool friends. This was her idea of a perfect day. Things hadn't really been good between Dawn and Buffy.
Dawn hadn't really liked Riley, still she saw the way he loved her sister. To Dawn, that meant a perfect relationship. If someone loved you it guaranteed an everlasting relationship was Dawn's opinion. The opinion was shattered when they broke up. Of course Buffy being cranky wasn't helping sister love either.
Dawn and Buffy were picked up in Cordelia's red convertible and they proceeded to the mall, where they met up with Anya, Tara and Willow. The first thing Buffy noticed was Willow and Tara holding hands. Happy that they were back together, Buffy congratulated and hugged them both.
After three hours of shopping, Buffy spending both the money her father had given her and a good sum from her savings account, the six girls headed towards the food court to gossip and refill on charbs in form of lattes.
Buffy began retelling yesterday's dinner down to every detail. Her eyes became dreamy when she told them about the move Spike had made a move, putting his hand over hers, staring at her with those beautiful sapphire eyes. That was when Dawn decided to chime in. " He only did it to make Angel jealous"
" What? NO! You don't have a clue Dawnie", Buffy's voice bore testimony to that her plans to treat her sister with respect, was forgotten. " I do to! He told me so when we were outside", Dawn replied, a proud look on her face.
Buffy looked shocked 'Is Dawn telling the truth? Was he faking it? No, he couldn't have. His eyes were so honest' Willow studied her best friend's look of disappointment, and decided to try to clarify things. "Are you sure Dawn? What exactly did he say?", the redhead asked.
Dawn didn't really feel like dishing out about the part she had made a fool of herself so she replied, " He said, he hits on the girls Angel like, to piss him off". Buffy looked truly devastated. Tara spotted Drusilla and her crew and pondered whether or not it was right, not to tell Buffy about Riley and Drusilla. She never got a chance to tell as Drusilla came up to their table.
" Well, well, well. What do we have here? Feeling blue for the loss of your boyfriend perhaps? Just wanted to let you know I helped him out a bit last night. And to judge by his kiss I did a good job helping him forget about you" The brunette had a predatory smile on her lips.
Buffy wanted to wipe that smile off and decided to not show her surprise and instead retaliated. " Dru, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that kiss couldn't have been that good on your part, since he came over to my place, pleading with me to take him back."
Dru threw her hair over her shoulder and ran off. She was searching her purse for her cell, when she bumped into a gorgeous blond "Easy pet. Where are you heading off in such a hurry?", a British accent asked her. She placed one of her 'charm the innocents' smile on her lips before replying; " Why it is rare to find an Englishman in Sunnydale, how are matters in the mother country? My name is Drusilla Wyndham-Price" she replied with perfect North-London accent, while reaching out her hand to greet.
Spike was baffled, by this dark and pale beauty. She seemed to have a predatory edge in her and he liked that in a girl. The fact that she was English could be another plus. She looked like the upper-class version of Cecily. For a moment, he reminded himself just how well that had worked out, before answering, "Spike", he said taking her hand, "Wouldn't know really. 'aven't been there for a while. Been shacking up in the city of angels for a few years. Just moved here."
" If you're new to this town, you have to give me the pleasure of showing it to a fellow countryman. What are your plans for the evening?" Drusilla asked. "I'm meeting up with some people at this place called Bronze", he answered thinking this girl might have what it would take to get his mind off Buffy. " Perfect! I will meet you there around 8. I'll introduce you to the right people", she purred. ' This bird's kind of bossy isn't she?', he thought before agreeing, "I'll see you there"
With that they parted and Spike spotted Buffy at a nearby table and headed over. Drusilla caught this movement and silently plotted revenge over Buffy's comments earlier.
The conversations around the table had long ago switched from Spike's interest vs. disinterest to Riley. All the girls but Buffy and Dawn had shared a look before nodding their agreement. After last night's event they realized it was wise to tell Buffy what Willow had seen a week ago. At the time no one wanted to tell her because they knew she'd be furious with Riley. Since yesterday had proven it wasn't a one-time thing they decided to give her a warning.
" Buffy. Riley tried to sneak into your room a week ago. I was kind of worried he might. well, do something to you. I stopped him and I talked it over with the rest of the gang and we kind of agreed not to tell you. He was really drunk and we thought he wouldn't do anything like that again. The reason we didn't want to tell you was we thought you'd get mad and that would only make things worse. Since he went to your place again we're telling you now. Just want to give you a warning. There's no telling what he might do when he's drunk and broken hearted."
When Willow came to an end to her speech, she was surprised by Buffy's reaction. Buffy started laughing. Hard. The rest of the girls shared a puzzled look. " Now what exactly is it you find so amusing, pet?", Spike asked as he came up to the table and saw Buffy laughing.
Buffy calmed herself before answering. " It's just my friends worrying that my ex is going to hurt me", she laughed a bit more before continuing. "For crying out loud guys. Riley gets a guilty conscience stepping on bugs, and you think he'd be able to hurt me!" The girls didn't look convinced, in fact they looked even more worried.
Spike spoke up, " The lost love of a girl like you, could drive a man to many things, pet. If it were me there's no telling what I'd do." Buffy remembered Dawn's words from earlier and decided she wasn't going to fall for his act again. " Well it's a good thing I'm not nor will be your girl then, and quit with the name calling" she said looking away from him not able to look into his eyes. Afraid he might see the truth in her eyes.
It was Spike's turn to look puzzled. Where was the warm, lovely creature that sat at the table last night? He looked at Dawn to see if she held the answer but the girl just looked away. Cordelia broke the silence; "You must be Spike. I'm Cordelia. We've heard a lot about you." This earned a glare from Buffy who didn't want Spike to know she'd been talking about him.
Spike was introduced to the rest of the girls and excused himself; " It was a pleasure meeting all of you and I hope to see you tonight. If you'll excuse me, I have a few errands to attend to"
The girls agreed to spend the afternoon before going to The Bronze at Anya, Tara and Willow's place since it was close to the club. Their place was referred to as the factory since it was an abandoned factory. Cordelia stopped at Buffy's house letting Dawn off and let Buffy leave the fruits of her shopping except what she was going to wear later. She grabbed the makeup that would fit in her bag and left. Dawn had a paper due Monday and couldn't go out.
As Buffy came back to the car she pondered the fact that Angel hadn't really been around for Spike to piss off. 'Let it go Buff he's not interested. Angel is.'