Chapter 4

We Could Have Danced

Buffy removed the bookmark and started to read the journal.

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I was going to the Bronze. It was the place were everyone hung out in Sunnydale. My new friend Cordilia suggested I join her. That is where I saw him for the first time. He had to be the most arrogant man I've ever met. I knew I was being followed, so I waited for the right moment to make my move. I slammed my stalker against the wall of the alley, my right hand secured around his neck.

"Why are you following me?" I asked as I looked up at his face. I wasn't sure what I expected to see, but I sure wasn't expecting to see an arrogant grin and mocking eyes staring back at me.

He replied "Just out for a walk luv." I didn't like his answer, so I squeezed harder on his neck. He started to laugh like it was some kind of joke and I missed the punch line. I released him and stepped back. I didn't like the way he was making me feel. He continued to study me like some kind of prized cow at the local fair.

With his head cocked to one side and that cocky grin plastered on his face he continued to study me. Finally I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and said "What?" He didn't answer, so I finally said, "I better not catch you following me again." All I could think was how lame am I. I turned quickly and started heading out of the alley. I needed to distance myself from him.

I had barely taken three steps when I head him say; "I know what you are." That got my attention. I calmed myself and slowly turned to face him. Some of his cocky attitude had been replaced with curiosity.

I was angry now and told him so "You don't know anything."

"Don't I. I know you are a warrior, but you're way out of your league here. You probably don't even know where you're standing right now," he added as his eyes burned into mine. When I didn't reply he continued "Do you even know what a hell mouth is?" He was right I didn't know. My mind was racing and before I could come up with anything he retorted, " Didn't think so. I'll give you some advice out of the goodness of my heart luv, be ready for the Harvest."

I was pissed at his condescending attitude and told him so. "You think you are so smart. I've kicked my share of demon ass. Even dusted a master." Why did I tell him that? Could I get any lamer?

He laughed at me and said, "It's too bad."

"Ok, I'll bite what's too bad?" I inquired while giving this arrogant man my most resolved face.

He shook his head slightly and told me, "You and me, we could have danced but.." he paused and added, " I have other plans."

Of all the nerve to think I would dance with him. Who did he think he was? Ok so he does have the brightest blue eyes and a sexy British accent, but that does not mean I would even notice. I was gazing at my shoes trying to come up the best comeback in the world. "Why would I dance with you, you look like …" but I was talking to myself, he was gone. I didn't even get his name. It doesn't matter I hated him on sight.

I figured he was one of Giles' friends. Maybe someone from the Watchers council. After all they are both British. However, Giles had no idea who he was. Giles is doing the research on the Harvest. He will figure out what it is and I will kick some butt. I'll show Mr. blue eyes, who thinks he's God's gift, who is bad.

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Buffy looked up at Whistler. "So Spike warned her about the Harvest. He must have wanted something from her to do that. Spike always has an angle. As interesting as this story is I'm not getting why I need to know this stuff?"

"Kid I told you it was a long story. That was just the beginning. If you want to stop you can. I won't think any less of you," he added.

"You know Whistler that you are a bastard. You deliberately picked this passage for me to read first knowing full well I would keep reading to figure out what Spike was up to."

He smiled and asked; "Did it work?" She never answered him but instead went to the next section he had bookmarked and started to read.