The Fall of William
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
A/N: Hi all. This is a flashback. Next chapter will pick up in present time though and we will get more into the plot then too. Get to know the key characters. Hope you enjoy. Thanks so much for all of the nice and encouraging reviews. They meant a lot. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Ch: 3
The dim glittering lights of the L.A. skyline held very little appeal to the man who leaned warily against the railing of his hotel balcony.
One hand firmly clasped on the wrought iron and in his other, a glass of Bourbon was held with casual aplomb, Spike made a striking figure.
His silk red robe blew out and fanned around his legs as the cool night air whisked by.
Lifting his glass to his lips Spike took a healthy swallow and inhaled deeply as the sting of it hit him. Let him know he was still human enough to feel it. He savored the taste for a moment before he closed his eyes briefly.
It was merely a flicker.
A glimpse.
But it was all it took.
Her face rose before him, like a goddess from the sea.
Unwanted.
Unbidden.
But there all the same.
Golden hair fanning delicate shoulders, small but sexy body, lithe in its strength and lethal in its potency.
At least where he was concerned.
"Buffy," he murmured aloud.
Dark and with unfathomable longing.
Still ever destroying.
Pain and rage he'd thought behind him rose quickly to the surface and he growled low down in his throat.
Caught between pleasure and pain as memories came.
Fast and sharp.
Heart wrenching in their unsoiled ness. In the innocence, he still viewed them with. Never would he allow himself to view them for other than what they were.
Love.
In their time together he'd loved Buffy, so much he would have gladly given his life for hers.
In the end in a way, he had.
He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the past, to the beginning, and the end. He gave himself up to the mystique that was Buffy and found himself drowning all over again.
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Flashback..
Buffy nervously fiddled around with her earring as she made her way into the huge mansion of Senator Greg Hinley.
Paused in the huge marble-floored foyer and let her eyes scan the room with wide-eyed intensity.
A thin and slightly balding middle-aged man wearing the appropriate uniform of a servant came to assist her with her coat and as she relinquished it to him, she quickly finished with her earring.
Flashing him a large and genuine grin she found her self being turned and being discretely led away from the other milling guests to a side door further down the hall and ushered in.
She glanced up at the man beside her and quickly assessed who he was. Moreover, what he was after.
Michael Heller one of the Senator's many aids was a good looking man, with a wide strongly boned face. Striking hazel eyes and a wide if generous mouth that to some begged to be had.
However, to Buffy it looked more like an over grown appendage. But she wisely kept that to herself as she smiled shyly looking up at him through her lashes.
"Ms. Royale I presume?" Michael asked stiffly as he studied her.
Buffy kept her smile just shy enough as to not arise his attention.
"Yes," she murmured demurely lifting one delicately small hand out to him.
"Yes, well," Michael cleared his throat and quickly and efficiently squeezed her hand in a weak imitation of a handshake. "I was sure we sent you directions of how to get here. You are an hour late! If this is the way you handle all of you-"
"Ah'm sorry sir," she cried adding a soft southern accent to the mix as she in a look half frightened and half seductive reached out and clung to him.
Michael stiffened even more if that was possible and tried in earnest to remove her.
It didn't work.
"I ...I've never been to a city so big," she exclaimed through a sob. "M'sorry ah got lost. Such grand houses. So big and pretty. They all looked so nice ah just had to stop. Ah had too!"
Buffy gave a triumphant smile she hid by lifting a hand to her mouth as Michael finally succeeded in prying her off him.
Straightening his tuxedo, he glared at her briefly before he clenched his jaw and said the words he'd been ordered to memorize.
"The Senator will be waiting in the room above this one in twenty minutes. It's on the second floor. On the right," he said slowly and condescendingly as he turned to the door. "And for God's sake fix your mascara and stop crying! He doesn't like tears! And do something about that accent," he spat out coldly as he left.
Buffy smirked as soon as the door shut behind him and quickly made her way to the large desk and reached underneath it.
"Ah," she mumbled as her hand came up with a small gym bag. Unzipping it, she glanced through it and found everything she'd need in order to pull this off.
Glancing at her watch she saw she now had eighteen minutes until she had to meet with the Senator and there was no way she was letting that sick bastard anywhere near her.
Twenty minutes to get the tape and switch out of her disguise before she was found out. Before the silent alarm she'd had Willow deactivate earlier came back online. Before Secret Service Agents accosted her. She rolled her eyes at the thought of them. Big, dumb ex-jocks. They wouldn't stand a chance.
Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she marched to the fireplace and ran her hands over the faux brick wall. Found the right panel and pushed.
"Why do they always have secret passage ways?" she wondered aloud. No matter though it came in handy and she was very appreciative.
Her thoughts briefly wandered to Michael as his words registered for the first time.
"Get rid of the accent?" she asked aloud indignantly. "Please. I know my accent's as fine as the stick up his ass. Little prick..."
"Probably brought back bad memories of growin' up gay and girly in the South luv," his voice startled her and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt his presence as he moved from behind her next to her.
Jesus, Buffy thought in disgust. Her wandering thoughts had early gotten her killed. What the hell was wrong with her?
And what the hell was Spike the Driver doing here?!
Don't think about that, she told herself as she found her desired room and pressed the wall hard and a bookcase slid out of the way and she was in the master bedroom of the Senator's house.
Tossing her bag on the floor, she immediately went to the closet and began shoving clothes aside.
"Not speaking to me pet? Am I too distracting?" he asked curiously, as he watched her work.
Glanced at his watch and arched a brow.
Fifteen minutes to go and she'd yet to find the safe.
She was focused though he'd give her that. Had not said one word to him and his feelings were almost, just almost hurt.
"So nice outfit you got there luv. Love the country chic of it."
His eyes trailed lazily down her small frame.
Lingered on the curves encased in hot pink.
The dress was a disaster, a travesty. Something that should be burned and never be seen again, he thought with a quiet laugh.
A short mini dress with ruffles at the sleeves, and black stiletto heels completed the hooker look.
But what made it memorable were the pigtails. Her hair a flaming red was about shoulder length and tied in two long pigtails down her back.
Her bare back.
An expanse of golden skin...
Spike could have sworn his mouth watered.
"Luv?" he purred.
Buffy whirled around a video tape clasped firmly in her grasp.
"Why would a smart man like Greg Hinley use video tapes?" she asked aloud. "And more over why would he hide them in his closet?" her tone turned thoughtful.
Spike shrugged, got up and maneuvered himself next to her. Peered into the closet and let out an impressed whistle.
"Well hell," he exclaimed as his eyes wandered over the large expanse of video tapes that lined the walls of one of the many closets in the master suite. "How're you gonna find that tape now?"
"There's-this isn't right," Buffy muttered ignoring Spike. She studied the tape a minute before she dropped it and lifted one nicely toned leg and let her heel smash into it.
Spike whirled and his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" he snapped in shock as she dropped to a crouch.
He wasn't appalled enough not to notice how nicely the material of her dress molded her luscious bottom or how if she bent over just a little bit more he'd get an even better glimpse of-
"Well, would you looky here?" Buffy said wonderingly as she pried the casing off the videocassette and in her hand laid one pristine string of pearls.
Spike's mouth dropped open as she slipped it beneath her dress into her bra and rose fluidly.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled amazed. He'd heard of all kinds of things, seen a hell of a lot but never had he seen pearls hidden in videocassettes!
"You think all of those are filled with pearls?" Buffy asked curiously, as she surveyed them a keen, calculating look in her blue contact lenses eyes.
"Reckon so," Spike admitted as he tore his gaze from the videos and glanced furtively at his watch.
Swore.
"Buffy," he muttered urgently. "You have three minutes. We've gotta get out of here," he ordered as he grabbed her arm.
She resisted.
"We're gonna come back for those right?" she asked as he persisted.
"Fuck yeah! Come on."
Buffy let herself be led, dropping to pick up her bag.
"Wait," she ordered as she pulled a blank tape from her bag, placed it in the spot she'd taken the other one and rearranged the Senators clothes before she stuffed the remains of the now ruined tape in the bag.
"Two minutes you wasted," Spike growled as he jerked open the door of the bedroom and hurried out.
"Well I'm sorry. I was only doing the job your boss paid me to d- "Buffy broke off as she whipped off her wig and tugged at her dress.
Spike shot her a look over his shoulder and nearly tripped over his own feet as he saw she was undressing as they hurried along.
"What?" Buffy asked with a husky laugh.
"Better wipe off that gook too luv," was all he said though.
Buffy grinned.
"This gook is part of the job baby. Hand in hand. If you hadn't known who I was you wouldn't have recognized me," she proclaimed as she paused.
Spike stopped.
Glanced at his watch.
Grimaced.
" You're late. You know what's gonna happen?" he asked as he slanted his eyes her way and felt his jaw clench.
Buffy looked up distracted as she finished replacing her hideous pink dress with a long elegantly cut and styled cornflower blue dress that draped and flowed over her frame. Where her other dress left nothing to the imagination this one left you guessing. Wanting to find out just what was underneath.
"Sure. The search is on," Buffy replied nonchalantly as she stuffed her bag in the laundry shoot to her right. "What? You have a problem with a little evasion tactics Spikey?" she purred as she stepped closer.
Buffy wasn't sure what she was doing and why she was acting this way. She certainly shouldn't be hanging around in this hallway looking up at Spike as if he was God on earth come to bless her in his presence.
Nevertheless, a part of her didn't seem to care.
She'd gotten out of tougher situations.
Yet she couldn't seem to get herself out of this one. She'd been caught by the look in his dark blue gaze. The emotions that flickered through them.
For all to see.
For her to see.
She didn't step back as he stepped closer. Until their bodies brushed against one another.
He leaned in close, until his warm breath fanned her ear and sent an involuntary shiver of...fear and anticipation through her.
What was she doing?
Why couldn't she look away from him? She didn't even like him and here she was letting him invade her personal space!
"Oi pet," he whispered silkily. "M'not scared of evasiveness. No, it is the thrill of the chase that makes it all worthwhile. It's the dance that's been done for centuries. The age-old thing that makes a man willing to do what he must in order to get what he wants. No guts no glory luv."
Buffy's brow furrowed as she pondered his words, or rather she tried to as Spike clasped his hands around her waist and pulled her into the hard planes of his body.
Nibbled on her ear and flicked his tongue around the delicate shell.
"They're comin'," he whispered huskily.
"Wha?" Buffy managed to get out. Her mind seemed to have shut down momentarily.
Damn him, she thought distantly.
"Ta pet," Spike called as he released her so fast she teetered on her heels and had to grasp the wall for support. Whistling slightly he gave a jaunty wave and disappeared into the nearest room and Buffy stood in shock and blooming anger.
"Of all the arrogant, egotistical, jackasses, fucking basta-"she broke off as she realized what he'd said. They were coming.
She pushed off the wall and planted one foot in front of her.
But it was too late, she mused bitterly as she found herself suddenly swarmed upon.
"This is a restricted area," a huge black haired man announced as he gripped her arm in a vice like grip and began to drag her down the hall.
Buffy shoved aside her anger and lifted confused and frightened eyes. Pressed a hand to her chest.
It was then she realized the necklace was missing.
It took her only a second to realize that had been the whole purpose of that little charade a few moments ago.
Evil little fucker she thought even as she spoke. Voice trembling and chocked with unshed tears.
"Der Senator er nahm mich in seinem wagen mit... Tu mir eien Gefallen," she warbled out in perfect German.
The assortment of Secret Agents looked at one another as she continued to speak.
"Diese Tabletten halfen mir nicht!!!"
"Oh shit," one of them muttered.
"What? What's she saying?" another demanded.
"Talkin' about the Senator givin' her a ride. And I don't mean in his car! Fuck she's saying the pills didn't do her any good!"
"She's stoned?" one asked laughing as his eyes raked over her.
The first one glared at Buffy.
"Ein Taugenichts," he spat.
"Evzahle mir nicht so einen mist!" Buffy yelled back.
"What'd you say?!"
"Dropgenabhangig," the first muttered. "A good for nothing druggie. God the Senator sure can pick em can't he?" he asked in disgust.
Buffy was confident as they led her down the stairs she wasn't going anywhere but out the door. She knew all about Greg Hinley's habits and heavy drug use was one of them. Pretending to be one of his fucked and hopped up exes was a sure fire way to getting her out of this mess.
Just one last thing, she thought as she was led hurriedly to the back of the mansion towards the kitchen.
"Sie mir das Kokaine," she screamed wildly drawing unwanted attention to herself and the agents as they hurriedly shoved her into the kitchen and out the back entrance.
"What're we gonna do with her?"
"Drop her off far enough away from here so she can't come back."
Buffy walked determinedly down the street, gaze ahead of her, shoulders straight and fury in every pore of her body. Pissed beyond belief.
"C'mon pet," Spike urged as he leaned out the window of his limo that was currently slowly trailing along side her.
"Go fuck yourself Spike," she said coldly.
Spike couldn't help it. A smirk appeared.
"I could but it would be so much funnier if you did the-"
"You know if you finish that sentence I'm gonna kill you," she threatened never looking his way.
"Sorry," Spike mumbled not even the least bit sorry and it showed in his next words. "Though you do look right tasty in that dress Buffy. Makes a man wanna get down on his knees and-"
"Your outrageous behavior isn't endearing as you seem to think. In fact, it is annoying. Rage inducing. Crude, disgusting. You're never gonna have me. Ever."
"Really? Wanna bet on that?" he ventured to ask.
Buffy stopped. Turned and stared at him.
"On what?" she demanded.
"I know how skilled I am. No one can resist me and that includes you pet. I'll bet you can't resist my charms."
Buffy smiled slightly at his cocky attitude and placed her hands on her hips as she tilted her head slightly and considered.
"What do you get? If I lose?"
"Somethin' we'll both enjoy," he drawled.
Rolling her eyes, she threw back her head and laughed.
"You are just the cockiest most arrogant jackass I've ever met!"
Spike's mouth tightened as she continued to laugh and abruptly he asked," So what do you want? If you win, which isn't gonna happen mind you but I gotta be fair. What do you want?"
Buffy stared at Spike a moment.
Her thoughts drifting to a picture of sweaty bodies intertwined in satin sheets, whispered words of passion, the sound of flesh against flesh. Gasp of pleasure and moans of pain.
Blinking she smiled serenely.
"A dance," she murmured.
Spike's eyes widened.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he didn't bloody dance when he caught the slightly mocking and amused look in her eyes.
Shrugging he nodded.
"Sure. So let us get this clear. If you can resist my charms and we don't end up in bed together within the week-"
"Within the week?" Buffy asked arching a brow. "You're expecting quite a lot aren't you Spike? Are you that skilled?"
Spike leered.
"I'm more than skilled luv."
"With in the week? Who say's I'm that kinda gal? Two."
"Two weeks then. Two weeks time we haven't made love-"
"Had sex," Buffy cut in.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Thought you women liked it when we say shit like that. Make love.. When we have sex," he muttered irritated. "I win. If we don't you, get a dance. Agreed?"
"Sure," Buffy said easily.
"Care to seal the deal?" he rasped out.
"When does the bet start?" Buffy asked as she watched Spike jerk open the door of the limo and climb out.
She did love a man in leather pants, she mused as he stalked towards her and she met him half way.
"After this," he snarled as his hands fisted themselves in her hair and his mouth slanted over hers.
The kiss wasn't gentle or tentative or even remotely like a first kiss tended to be. It was beyond that. Exceeded that.
It was a claiming kiss.
Buffy realized this, accepted it. Even as the saner part of her rebelled. Even as her hands found their way around his neck and she pulled him closer.
Moaning when he sucked on her bottom lip, and slowly thrust his tongue into her mouth.
They kissed and kissed. Where it should have been giving and receiving. It was taking, taking as much as they could get from one another.
Desperately.
Then it ended.
Spike stared at Buffy heart pounding and breath coming in ragged gulps a slight tremor to his body now as he took a step back from her. Then another.
"Goddamn," he muttered shaken beyond belief.
~*~ End of Flashback...
It was the end, the beginning for them both. That first taste of her. The smell of her hair. The softness of her skin as his hands trailed down her back. That had been the first inkling of understanding what it was like to crave some one.
Spike came back to himself as he felt a throbbing pain in his hand and glanced down.
Was surprised to see he'd crushed his glass and it had shattered. Pieces of glass were now embedded in his skin of his palm.
The pain was a reminder.
A reminder he was still alive.
But a curse too. Because with it came the realization instead of cursing God that night he should have been cursing her.
Damning her to hell.
He pulled at one of the shards of glass and hissed as it twisted but wouldn't budge.
It wasn't lost on him the significance of this. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he did it. No matter what he did. He couldn't shake her.
Buffy was embedded in his soul and God help him he was damn sure when he was through she wouldn't survive him. Not this time.
In the back of his mind he had the sinking suspicion neither would he.
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A/N: Okay as I am not too proficient in German I looked those words up myself and here's what Buffy said. "The Senator he gave me a ride." High on the sexual innuendo. "Do me a favor. These pills didn't do me any good." The Agent called her a good for nothing. She said "Don't give me that shit!" Then she screamed, " Give me cocaine!" Not too terrible interesting but still. I was very tired when I wrote this. So this is what you get when I can't sleep. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs.
A/N: Hi all. This is a flashback. Next chapter will pick up in present time though and we will get more into the plot then too. Get to know the key characters. Hope you enjoy. Thanks so much for all of the nice and encouraging reviews. They meant a lot. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Ch: 3
The dim glittering lights of the L.A. skyline held very little appeal to the man who leaned warily against the railing of his hotel balcony.
One hand firmly clasped on the wrought iron and in his other, a glass of Bourbon was held with casual aplomb, Spike made a striking figure.
His silk red robe blew out and fanned around his legs as the cool night air whisked by.
Lifting his glass to his lips Spike took a healthy swallow and inhaled deeply as the sting of it hit him. Let him know he was still human enough to feel it. He savored the taste for a moment before he closed his eyes briefly.
It was merely a flicker.
A glimpse.
But it was all it took.
Her face rose before him, like a goddess from the sea.
Unwanted.
Unbidden.
But there all the same.
Golden hair fanning delicate shoulders, small but sexy body, lithe in its strength and lethal in its potency.
At least where he was concerned.
"Buffy," he murmured aloud.
Dark and with unfathomable longing.
Still ever destroying.
Pain and rage he'd thought behind him rose quickly to the surface and he growled low down in his throat.
Caught between pleasure and pain as memories came.
Fast and sharp.
Heart wrenching in their unsoiled ness. In the innocence, he still viewed them with. Never would he allow himself to view them for other than what they were.
Love.
In their time together he'd loved Buffy, so much he would have gladly given his life for hers.
In the end in a way, he had.
He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the past, to the beginning, and the end. He gave himself up to the mystique that was Buffy and found himself drowning all over again.
~*~
Flashback..
Buffy nervously fiddled around with her earring as she made her way into the huge mansion of Senator Greg Hinley.
Paused in the huge marble-floored foyer and let her eyes scan the room with wide-eyed intensity.
A thin and slightly balding middle-aged man wearing the appropriate uniform of a servant came to assist her with her coat and as she relinquished it to him, she quickly finished with her earring.
Flashing him a large and genuine grin she found her self being turned and being discretely led away from the other milling guests to a side door further down the hall and ushered in.
She glanced up at the man beside her and quickly assessed who he was. Moreover, what he was after.
Michael Heller one of the Senator's many aids was a good looking man, with a wide strongly boned face. Striking hazel eyes and a wide if generous mouth that to some begged to be had.
However, to Buffy it looked more like an over grown appendage. But she wisely kept that to herself as she smiled shyly looking up at him through her lashes.
"Ms. Royale I presume?" Michael asked stiffly as he studied her.
Buffy kept her smile just shy enough as to not arise his attention.
"Yes," she murmured demurely lifting one delicately small hand out to him.
"Yes, well," Michael cleared his throat and quickly and efficiently squeezed her hand in a weak imitation of a handshake. "I was sure we sent you directions of how to get here. You are an hour late! If this is the way you handle all of you-"
"Ah'm sorry sir," she cried adding a soft southern accent to the mix as she in a look half frightened and half seductive reached out and clung to him.
Michael stiffened even more if that was possible and tried in earnest to remove her.
It didn't work.
"I ...I've never been to a city so big," she exclaimed through a sob. "M'sorry ah got lost. Such grand houses. So big and pretty. They all looked so nice ah just had to stop. Ah had too!"
Buffy gave a triumphant smile she hid by lifting a hand to her mouth as Michael finally succeeded in prying her off him.
Straightening his tuxedo, he glared at her briefly before he clenched his jaw and said the words he'd been ordered to memorize.
"The Senator will be waiting in the room above this one in twenty minutes. It's on the second floor. On the right," he said slowly and condescendingly as he turned to the door. "And for God's sake fix your mascara and stop crying! He doesn't like tears! And do something about that accent," he spat out coldly as he left.
Buffy smirked as soon as the door shut behind him and quickly made her way to the large desk and reached underneath it.
"Ah," she mumbled as her hand came up with a small gym bag. Unzipping it, she glanced through it and found everything she'd need in order to pull this off.
Glancing at her watch she saw she now had eighteen minutes until she had to meet with the Senator and there was no way she was letting that sick bastard anywhere near her.
Twenty minutes to get the tape and switch out of her disguise before she was found out. Before the silent alarm she'd had Willow deactivate earlier came back online. Before Secret Service Agents accosted her. She rolled her eyes at the thought of them. Big, dumb ex-jocks. They wouldn't stand a chance.
Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she marched to the fireplace and ran her hands over the faux brick wall. Found the right panel and pushed.
"Why do they always have secret passage ways?" she wondered aloud. No matter though it came in handy and she was very appreciative.
Her thoughts briefly wandered to Michael as his words registered for the first time.
"Get rid of the accent?" she asked aloud indignantly. "Please. I know my accent's as fine as the stick up his ass. Little prick..."
"Probably brought back bad memories of growin' up gay and girly in the South luv," his voice startled her and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt his presence as he moved from behind her next to her.
Jesus, Buffy thought in disgust. Her wandering thoughts had early gotten her killed. What the hell was wrong with her?
And what the hell was Spike the Driver doing here?!
Don't think about that, she told herself as she found her desired room and pressed the wall hard and a bookcase slid out of the way and she was in the master bedroom of the Senator's house.
Tossing her bag on the floor, she immediately went to the closet and began shoving clothes aside.
"Not speaking to me pet? Am I too distracting?" he asked curiously, as he watched her work.
Glanced at his watch and arched a brow.
Fifteen minutes to go and she'd yet to find the safe.
She was focused though he'd give her that. Had not said one word to him and his feelings were almost, just almost hurt.
"So nice outfit you got there luv. Love the country chic of it."
His eyes trailed lazily down her small frame.
Lingered on the curves encased in hot pink.
The dress was a disaster, a travesty. Something that should be burned and never be seen again, he thought with a quiet laugh.
A short mini dress with ruffles at the sleeves, and black stiletto heels completed the hooker look.
But what made it memorable were the pigtails. Her hair a flaming red was about shoulder length and tied in two long pigtails down her back.
Her bare back.
An expanse of golden skin...
Spike could have sworn his mouth watered.
"Luv?" he purred.
Buffy whirled around a video tape clasped firmly in her grasp.
"Why would a smart man like Greg Hinley use video tapes?" she asked aloud. "And more over why would he hide them in his closet?" her tone turned thoughtful.
Spike shrugged, got up and maneuvered himself next to her. Peered into the closet and let out an impressed whistle.
"Well hell," he exclaimed as his eyes wandered over the large expanse of video tapes that lined the walls of one of the many closets in the master suite. "How're you gonna find that tape now?"
"There's-this isn't right," Buffy muttered ignoring Spike. She studied the tape a minute before she dropped it and lifted one nicely toned leg and let her heel smash into it.
Spike whirled and his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" he snapped in shock as she dropped to a crouch.
He wasn't appalled enough not to notice how nicely the material of her dress molded her luscious bottom or how if she bent over just a little bit more he'd get an even better glimpse of-
"Well, would you looky here?" Buffy said wonderingly as she pried the casing off the videocassette and in her hand laid one pristine string of pearls.
Spike's mouth dropped open as she slipped it beneath her dress into her bra and rose fluidly.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled amazed. He'd heard of all kinds of things, seen a hell of a lot but never had he seen pearls hidden in videocassettes!
"You think all of those are filled with pearls?" Buffy asked curiously, as she surveyed them a keen, calculating look in her blue contact lenses eyes.
"Reckon so," Spike admitted as he tore his gaze from the videos and glanced furtively at his watch.
Swore.
"Buffy," he muttered urgently. "You have three minutes. We've gotta get out of here," he ordered as he grabbed her arm.
She resisted.
"We're gonna come back for those right?" she asked as he persisted.
"Fuck yeah! Come on."
Buffy let herself be led, dropping to pick up her bag.
"Wait," she ordered as she pulled a blank tape from her bag, placed it in the spot she'd taken the other one and rearranged the Senators clothes before she stuffed the remains of the now ruined tape in the bag.
"Two minutes you wasted," Spike growled as he jerked open the door of the bedroom and hurried out.
"Well I'm sorry. I was only doing the job your boss paid me to d- "Buffy broke off as she whipped off her wig and tugged at her dress.
Spike shot her a look over his shoulder and nearly tripped over his own feet as he saw she was undressing as they hurried along.
"What?" Buffy asked with a husky laugh.
"Better wipe off that gook too luv," was all he said though.
Buffy grinned.
"This gook is part of the job baby. Hand in hand. If you hadn't known who I was you wouldn't have recognized me," she proclaimed as she paused.
Spike stopped.
Glanced at his watch.
Grimaced.
" You're late. You know what's gonna happen?" he asked as he slanted his eyes her way and felt his jaw clench.
Buffy looked up distracted as she finished replacing her hideous pink dress with a long elegantly cut and styled cornflower blue dress that draped and flowed over her frame. Where her other dress left nothing to the imagination this one left you guessing. Wanting to find out just what was underneath.
"Sure. The search is on," Buffy replied nonchalantly as she stuffed her bag in the laundry shoot to her right. "What? You have a problem with a little evasion tactics Spikey?" she purred as she stepped closer.
Buffy wasn't sure what she was doing and why she was acting this way. She certainly shouldn't be hanging around in this hallway looking up at Spike as if he was God on earth come to bless her in his presence.
Nevertheless, a part of her didn't seem to care.
She'd gotten out of tougher situations.
Yet she couldn't seem to get herself out of this one. She'd been caught by the look in his dark blue gaze. The emotions that flickered through them.
For all to see.
For her to see.
She didn't step back as he stepped closer. Until their bodies brushed against one another.
He leaned in close, until his warm breath fanned her ear and sent an involuntary shiver of...fear and anticipation through her.
What was she doing?
Why couldn't she look away from him? She didn't even like him and here she was letting him invade her personal space!
"Oi pet," he whispered silkily. "M'not scared of evasiveness. No, it is the thrill of the chase that makes it all worthwhile. It's the dance that's been done for centuries. The age-old thing that makes a man willing to do what he must in order to get what he wants. No guts no glory luv."
Buffy's brow furrowed as she pondered his words, or rather she tried to as Spike clasped his hands around her waist and pulled her into the hard planes of his body.
Nibbled on her ear and flicked his tongue around the delicate shell.
"They're comin'," he whispered huskily.
"Wha?" Buffy managed to get out. Her mind seemed to have shut down momentarily.
Damn him, she thought distantly.
"Ta pet," Spike called as he released her so fast she teetered on her heels and had to grasp the wall for support. Whistling slightly he gave a jaunty wave and disappeared into the nearest room and Buffy stood in shock and blooming anger.
"Of all the arrogant, egotistical, jackasses, fucking basta-"she broke off as she realized what he'd said. They were coming.
She pushed off the wall and planted one foot in front of her.
But it was too late, she mused bitterly as she found herself suddenly swarmed upon.
"This is a restricted area," a huge black haired man announced as he gripped her arm in a vice like grip and began to drag her down the hall.
Buffy shoved aside her anger and lifted confused and frightened eyes. Pressed a hand to her chest.
It was then she realized the necklace was missing.
It took her only a second to realize that had been the whole purpose of that little charade a few moments ago.
Evil little fucker she thought even as she spoke. Voice trembling and chocked with unshed tears.
"Der Senator er nahm mich in seinem wagen mit... Tu mir eien Gefallen," she warbled out in perfect German.
The assortment of Secret Agents looked at one another as she continued to speak.
"Diese Tabletten halfen mir nicht!!!"
"Oh shit," one of them muttered.
"What? What's she saying?" another demanded.
"Talkin' about the Senator givin' her a ride. And I don't mean in his car! Fuck she's saying the pills didn't do her any good!"
"She's stoned?" one asked laughing as his eyes raked over her.
The first one glared at Buffy.
"Ein Taugenichts," he spat.
"Evzahle mir nicht so einen mist!" Buffy yelled back.
"What'd you say?!"
"Dropgenabhangig," the first muttered. "A good for nothing druggie. God the Senator sure can pick em can't he?" he asked in disgust.
Buffy was confident as they led her down the stairs she wasn't going anywhere but out the door. She knew all about Greg Hinley's habits and heavy drug use was one of them. Pretending to be one of his fucked and hopped up exes was a sure fire way to getting her out of this mess.
Just one last thing, she thought as she was led hurriedly to the back of the mansion towards the kitchen.
"Sie mir das Kokaine," she screamed wildly drawing unwanted attention to herself and the agents as they hurriedly shoved her into the kitchen and out the back entrance.
"What're we gonna do with her?"
"Drop her off far enough away from here so she can't come back."
Buffy walked determinedly down the street, gaze ahead of her, shoulders straight and fury in every pore of her body. Pissed beyond belief.
"C'mon pet," Spike urged as he leaned out the window of his limo that was currently slowly trailing along side her.
"Go fuck yourself Spike," she said coldly.
Spike couldn't help it. A smirk appeared.
"I could but it would be so much funnier if you did the-"
"You know if you finish that sentence I'm gonna kill you," she threatened never looking his way.
"Sorry," Spike mumbled not even the least bit sorry and it showed in his next words. "Though you do look right tasty in that dress Buffy. Makes a man wanna get down on his knees and-"
"Your outrageous behavior isn't endearing as you seem to think. In fact, it is annoying. Rage inducing. Crude, disgusting. You're never gonna have me. Ever."
"Really? Wanna bet on that?" he ventured to ask.
Buffy stopped. Turned and stared at him.
"On what?" she demanded.
"I know how skilled I am. No one can resist me and that includes you pet. I'll bet you can't resist my charms."
Buffy smiled slightly at his cocky attitude and placed her hands on her hips as she tilted her head slightly and considered.
"What do you get? If I lose?"
"Somethin' we'll both enjoy," he drawled.
Rolling her eyes, she threw back her head and laughed.
"You are just the cockiest most arrogant jackass I've ever met!"
Spike's mouth tightened as she continued to laugh and abruptly he asked," So what do you want? If you win, which isn't gonna happen mind you but I gotta be fair. What do you want?"
Buffy stared at Spike a moment.
Her thoughts drifting to a picture of sweaty bodies intertwined in satin sheets, whispered words of passion, the sound of flesh against flesh. Gasp of pleasure and moans of pain.
Blinking she smiled serenely.
"A dance," she murmured.
Spike's eyes widened.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he didn't bloody dance when he caught the slightly mocking and amused look in her eyes.
Shrugging he nodded.
"Sure. So let us get this clear. If you can resist my charms and we don't end up in bed together within the week-"
"Within the week?" Buffy asked arching a brow. "You're expecting quite a lot aren't you Spike? Are you that skilled?"
Spike leered.
"I'm more than skilled luv."
"With in the week? Who say's I'm that kinda gal? Two."
"Two weeks then. Two weeks time we haven't made love-"
"Had sex," Buffy cut in.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Thought you women liked it when we say shit like that. Make love.. When we have sex," he muttered irritated. "I win. If we don't you, get a dance. Agreed?"
"Sure," Buffy said easily.
"Care to seal the deal?" he rasped out.
"When does the bet start?" Buffy asked as she watched Spike jerk open the door of the limo and climb out.
She did love a man in leather pants, she mused as he stalked towards her and she met him half way.
"After this," he snarled as his hands fisted themselves in her hair and his mouth slanted over hers.
The kiss wasn't gentle or tentative or even remotely like a first kiss tended to be. It was beyond that. Exceeded that.
It was a claiming kiss.
Buffy realized this, accepted it. Even as the saner part of her rebelled. Even as her hands found their way around his neck and she pulled him closer.
Moaning when he sucked on her bottom lip, and slowly thrust his tongue into her mouth.
They kissed and kissed. Where it should have been giving and receiving. It was taking, taking as much as they could get from one another.
Desperately.
Then it ended.
Spike stared at Buffy heart pounding and breath coming in ragged gulps a slight tremor to his body now as he took a step back from her. Then another.
"Goddamn," he muttered shaken beyond belief.
~*~ End of Flashback...
It was the end, the beginning for them both. That first taste of her. The smell of her hair. The softness of her skin as his hands trailed down her back. That had been the first inkling of understanding what it was like to crave some one.
Spike came back to himself as he felt a throbbing pain in his hand and glanced down.
Was surprised to see he'd crushed his glass and it had shattered. Pieces of glass were now embedded in his skin of his palm.
The pain was a reminder.
A reminder he was still alive.
But a curse too. Because with it came the realization instead of cursing God that night he should have been cursing her.
Damning her to hell.
He pulled at one of the shards of glass and hissed as it twisted but wouldn't budge.
It wasn't lost on him the significance of this. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he did it. No matter what he did. He couldn't shake her.
Buffy was embedded in his soul and God help him he was damn sure when he was through she wouldn't survive him. Not this time.
In the back of his mind he had the sinking suspicion neither would he.
~*~
A/N: Okay as I am not too proficient in German I looked those words up myself and here's what Buffy said. "The Senator he gave me a ride." High on the sexual innuendo. "Do me a favor. These pills didn't do me any good." The Agent called her a good for nothing. She said "Don't give me that shit!" Then she screamed, " Give me cocaine!" Not too terrible interesting but still. I was very tired when I wrote this. So this is what you get when I can't sleep. Skyz.