Chapter 3 - Leaving Normal Behind
"I'm leaving!"
"Buffy? Aren't you having breakfast with us?" Joyce asked from the kitchen as Buffy made her way to the door.
"Don't have time. I'm already late."
Buffy hurried out the door as not to get caught in another "family" breakfast. She had always been daddy's girl and she just wasn't holding up well after the divorce. She couldn't help but feel hostile towards her mum, who she blamed for the divorce.
***
The day that followed went exactly like every other day in Buffy's life. There were gossip and giggles and cruel words. Lately she had begun to feel like a stranger to her friends. All they could ever think about were clothes and boys and whatever she said they agreed.
In the evening they had all decided that they should go see a movie. They had decided on Maid in Manhattan since Ralph Fiennes were such a hottie.
After the movie Buffy felt disappointed. Usually this movie would have really done it for her, but now she just started questioning it.
"But they met like three times before he found out about her and one of those times he didn't even know she was in the room. How can you fall in love with someone after like 10 minutes with them?"
Anya and Willow looked a little shocked after Buffy's violent exclamation.
"Yeah, but you know it was like love at first sight and all that." Willow, who was a real romantic said.
"I think they should have had more sex," Anya said disapprovingly "Who wants to see the stupid kid have a stupid speech anyway?"
"She slept with him like the second time they met. She's a total slut!" Buffy said with an anger unusual for her.
"You should talk. You're so self righteous sometimes you know that Buff?" Anya retorted with a vehement tone.
Buffy remembered the time when Anya had slept with the jock Percy on their second date convinced that it meant something. She had been there to help her friend through the vicious gossip afterwards.
"I'm sorry Anya I didn't mean it like that"
"Sure you didn't" Anya said sarcastically "Well I'm not about to stand here getting insulted I'm going home."
Anya began walking away from them. Buffy tried calling to her but she just kept walking.
"Yeah, well. I'll apologize at school tomorrow" Buffy said in a tired voice "Perhaps she'll feel better if I let her borrow my purple halter-top."
Anya had been dying to borrow the top since Buffy had bought it two weeks ago but Buffy wanted to wear it first and the right opportunity just hadn't presented itself.
Willow nodded thoughtfully.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. I liked the movie anyway. Ralph Fiennes is such a hottie"
Buffy wanted to scream at her friend that a movie should be about more than someone being a hottie. She decided to let it slide though since she wasn't up to another argument.
"I knoooow!" She said in a girly voice. "I wouldn't mind him giving me a stuffed penguin"
Both girls laughed and Willow said:
"What about mr Gordo?"
Buffy answered in a serious voice.
"If I get stuffed penguin from Ralph Fiennes mr Gordo is going in the closet"
It was getting kinda cold so the girls decided to go home. When they reached Buffy's house they hugged and Willow continued down the street towards her own house.
Buffy stood outside the house reluctant to go in. She dreaded the "talks" her mom would have with her all starting with:
"Buffy, how are you feeling? Really?"
Buffy sighed and shock her head. She wasn't ready to go in there yet. She started walking heading nowhere and everywhere. She enjoyed her brisk walk through the quiet town.
***
Spike was in his flat frantically packing one suitcase. He didn't have time to pack anymore. If someone came there now he might not be able to follow his original plan.
He had already booked his tickets. He was flying from Heathrow to New York. From New York he would fly to Los Angeles. And he had rented a car to get from L.A. to Sunnydale.
His first flight ticket was booked in his own name since he would need his passport to get out of the country. But he wouldn't need a passport to fly within America and thus the ticket from L.A. to Sunnydale was booked in the name William Giles.
His parents had baptized him William, but he had it legally changed to Spike when he turned 18. Giles was the last name of his favorite teacher in school.
He figured that he wasn't technically lying about his first name at least since it had been William.
He was bubbling with joy over this cunning and overt plan when it suddenly hit him.
"Bloody Hell! I'm famous in the States too! I have bloody well sold more records over there than here!"
Something had to be done. He didn't want anyone to recognize him or find him there.
Maybe some kind of disguise? He could grow a beard. He took a quick look in the mirror and discarded that idea. He would look like a bloody poofter in a beard.
So what could he do that would change his appearance so much that no one would recognize him? He slid his fingers through his dark brown hair and sighed. That's when he got his most brilliant idea yet. He would change the color of his hair. Something completely different.
He decided to change it when he got to New York as to not give it away at Heathrow. If people knew he had a new haircolor everything would be in vain.
***
Finally there!
Spike inhaled the polluted air outside the Los Angeles airport. In one hand he had his suitcase and in the other the keys to his rental.
His head still hurt a bit after the peroxide, but it was a minor fact covered almost completely by the fact that he looked absolutely great with blonde hair. He thought about keeping it blonde after this trip. He could make it his new look. The newspapers always fell for that crap.
The trip had been long and tiresome, but now that he was so close to his goal he felt invigorated.
He had withdrawn a large amount of money that he brought with him so that he wouldn't have to give himself up by using his credit cards.
He figured that he could last about two weeks on the cash he had after buying or renting an apartment. After that. well. he could just get a job.
Spike was no stranger to hard work. He had worked since he was 15 until he was 21 and signed a deal with a major record company. He could do that again.
Sometimes he worried that he was getting soft with people always doing everything for him. He didn't even have to wash his own briefs anymore for Christ's sake! This was a chance to prove to himself and the world that he could live an ordinary life.
He looked around for his car and the '63 Desoto which met his eyes just about blew him away. The car was a beauty! He had always wanted a car like that. He hopped in, turned the ignition and grinned when he heard the soft purr of the engine.
He drove of towards the general direction of Sunnydale confident that he would find it in no time.
***
Five hours later a frustrated Spike screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Bloody Hell!"
He couldn't frigging find the town. He had been going around in circles for the last two hours and the sun had disappeared behind some mountains long ago.
He sighed and gave up on his pride. He looked in the glove compartment for a map and then spent at least 15 minutes studying it.
He grinned widely. Now he knew where he was going and he should be there in no time.
He found some time cursing male pride before cranking up the radio and singing along loudly to his favorite songs.
***
He managed to reach Sunnydale without any further ado but well there another problem presented itself.
He had nowhere to sleep. He had to find a motel of some sort.
This time he decided to take the easy way male pride be damned. He was just going to ask someone for directions.
He drove slowly through the streets of the small town looking around him for a pedestrian or cop, someone who would know where he could find a decent motel.
He gave a loud whop when he finally caught sight of someone. It seemed like a young girl. Well she wasn't the most ideal person to ask, but he had seen no other persons and was getting tired of driving around so she would do.
He drove up beside her and rolled down one window.
"Excuse me miss!"
***
Buffy was walking along the empty town streets thinking about her life and how meaningless it all seemed.
She was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't even notice when the car drove up beside her.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a sensual definitely male British voice.
"Excuse me miss!"
She looked kinda startled towards the speaker and was met by the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
A/N: So Spuffylover4ever556 requested longer chapters. This chapter is like 5 pages long, compared to my usual 2 pages per chapter. I hope you like it. I know nothing much happened but they did meet as I promised. I will keep writing and updating as long as I'm getting reviews. Am kinda interested to see where this will lead myself. Stuff I didn't intend to happen just sneak their way into the story. The story has really come alive and that makes it fun to write. Remember a reviewed author is a happy author. Nice or bad I don't mind. As long as people read it.
"I'm leaving!"
"Buffy? Aren't you having breakfast with us?" Joyce asked from the kitchen as Buffy made her way to the door.
"Don't have time. I'm already late."
Buffy hurried out the door as not to get caught in another "family" breakfast. She had always been daddy's girl and she just wasn't holding up well after the divorce. She couldn't help but feel hostile towards her mum, who she blamed for the divorce.
***
The day that followed went exactly like every other day in Buffy's life. There were gossip and giggles and cruel words. Lately she had begun to feel like a stranger to her friends. All they could ever think about were clothes and boys and whatever she said they agreed.
In the evening they had all decided that they should go see a movie. They had decided on Maid in Manhattan since Ralph Fiennes were such a hottie.
After the movie Buffy felt disappointed. Usually this movie would have really done it for her, but now she just started questioning it.
"But they met like three times before he found out about her and one of those times he didn't even know she was in the room. How can you fall in love with someone after like 10 minutes with them?"
Anya and Willow looked a little shocked after Buffy's violent exclamation.
"Yeah, but you know it was like love at first sight and all that." Willow, who was a real romantic said.
"I think they should have had more sex," Anya said disapprovingly "Who wants to see the stupid kid have a stupid speech anyway?"
"She slept with him like the second time they met. She's a total slut!" Buffy said with an anger unusual for her.
"You should talk. You're so self righteous sometimes you know that Buff?" Anya retorted with a vehement tone.
Buffy remembered the time when Anya had slept with the jock Percy on their second date convinced that it meant something. She had been there to help her friend through the vicious gossip afterwards.
"I'm sorry Anya I didn't mean it like that"
"Sure you didn't" Anya said sarcastically "Well I'm not about to stand here getting insulted I'm going home."
Anya began walking away from them. Buffy tried calling to her but she just kept walking.
"Yeah, well. I'll apologize at school tomorrow" Buffy said in a tired voice "Perhaps she'll feel better if I let her borrow my purple halter-top."
Anya had been dying to borrow the top since Buffy had bought it two weeks ago but Buffy wanted to wear it first and the right opportunity just hadn't presented itself.
Willow nodded thoughtfully.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. I liked the movie anyway. Ralph Fiennes is such a hottie"
Buffy wanted to scream at her friend that a movie should be about more than someone being a hottie. She decided to let it slide though since she wasn't up to another argument.
"I knoooow!" She said in a girly voice. "I wouldn't mind him giving me a stuffed penguin"
Both girls laughed and Willow said:
"What about mr Gordo?"
Buffy answered in a serious voice.
"If I get stuffed penguin from Ralph Fiennes mr Gordo is going in the closet"
It was getting kinda cold so the girls decided to go home. When they reached Buffy's house they hugged and Willow continued down the street towards her own house.
Buffy stood outside the house reluctant to go in. She dreaded the "talks" her mom would have with her all starting with:
"Buffy, how are you feeling? Really?"
Buffy sighed and shock her head. She wasn't ready to go in there yet. She started walking heading nowhere and everywhere. She enjoyed her brisk walk through the quiet town.
***
Spike was in his flat frantically packing one suitcase. He didn't have time to pack anymore. If someone came there now he might not be able to follow his original plan.
He had already booked his tickets. He was flying from Heathrow to New York. From New York he would fly to Los Angeles. And he had rented a car to get from L.A. to Sunnydale.
His first flight ticket was booked in his own name since he would need his passport to get out of the country. But he wouldn't need a passport to fly within America and thus the ticket from L.A. to Sunnydale was booked in the name William Giles.
His parents had baptized him William, but he had it legally changed to Spike when he turned 18. Giles was the last name of his favorite teacher in school.
He figured that he wasn't technically lying about his first name at least since it had been William.
He was bubbling with joy over this cunning and overt plan when it suddenly hit him.
"Bloody Hell! I'm famous in the States too! I have bloody well sold more records over there than here!"
Something had to be done. He didn't want anyone to recognize him or find him there.
Maybe some kind of disguise? He could grow a beard. He took a quick look in the mirror and discarded that idea. He would look like a bloody poofter in a beard.
So what could he do that would change his appearance so much that no one would recognize him? He slid his fingers through his dark brown hair and sighed. That's when he got his most brilliant idea yet. He would change the color of his hair. Something completely different.
He decided to change it when he got to New York as to not give it away at Heathrow. If people knew he had a new haircolor everything would be in vain.
***
Finally there!
Spike inhaled the polluted air outside the Los Angeles airport. In one hand he had his suitcase and in the other the keys to his rental.
His head still hurt a bit after the peroxide, but it was a minor fact covered almost completely by the fact that he looked absolutely great with blonde hair. He thought about keeping it blonde after this trip. He could make it his new look. The newspapers always fell for that crap.
The trip had been long and tiresome, but now that he was so close to his goal he felt invigorated.
He had withdrawn a large amount of money that he brought with him so that he wouldn't have to give himself up by using his credit cards.
He figured that he could last about two weeks on the cash he had after buying or renting an apartment. After that. well. he could just get a job.
Spike was no stranger to hard work. He had worked since he was 15 until he was 21 and signed a deal with a major record company. He could do that again.
Sometimes he worried that he was getting soft with people always doing everything for him. He didn't even have to wash his own briefs anymore for Christ's sake! This was a chance to prove to himself and the world that he could live an ordinary life.
He looked around for his car and the '63 Desoto which met his eyes just about blew him away. The car was a beauty! He had always wanted a car like that. He hopped in, turned the ignition and grinned when he heard the soft purr of the engine.
He drove of towards the general direction of Sunnydale confident that he would find it in no time.
***
Five hours later a frustrated Spike screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Bloody Hell!"
He couldn't frigging find the town. He had been going around in circles for the last two hours and the sun had disappeared behind some mountains long ago.
He sighed and gave up on his pride. He looked in the glove compartment for a map and then spent at least 15 minutes studying it.
He grinned widely. Now he knew where he was going and he should be there in no time.
He found some time cursing male pride before cranking up the radio and singing along loudly to his favorite songs.
***
He managed to reach Sunnydale without any further ado but well there another problem presented itself.
He had nowhere to sleep. He had to find a motel of some sort.
This time he decided to take the easy way male pride be damned. He was just going to ask someone for directions.
He drove slowly through the streets of the small town looking around him for a pedestrian or cop, someone who would know where he could find a decent motel.
He gave a loud whop when he finally caught sight of someone. It seemed like a young girl. Well she wasn't the most ideal person to ask, but he had seen no other persons and was getting tired of driving around so she would do.
He drove up beside her and rolled down one window.
"Excuse me miss!"
***
Buffy was walking along the empty town streets thinking about her life and how meaningless it all seemed.
She was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't even notice when the car drove up beside her.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a sensual definitely male British voice.
"Excuse me miss!"
She looked kinda startled towards the speaker and was met by the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
A/N: So Spuffylover4ever556 requested longer chapters. This chapter is like 5 pages long, compared to my usual 2 pages per chapter. I hope you like it. I know nothing much happened but they did meet as I promised. I will keep writing and updating as long as I'm getting reviews. Am kinda interested to see where this will lead myself. Stuff I didn't intend to happen just sneak their way into the story. The story has really come alive and that makes it fun to write. Remember a reviewed author is a happy author. Nice or bad I don't mind. As long as people read it.