Notes:
Thanks for the feeding!!! Hehe, can I please ask you all to read the lyrics – I am very particular about them and they really are a support for my whole thing, so please, if you don't normally read the lyrics – do! I've used lots of little snippets because that sortof conveys the confusion and WOAH of her thoughts etc…
This is a BIG BIG BIG scene – we are nearing the end now guys – so, I really need some motivation – plus I'm a bit iffy bout this scene bcoz its so big!! J
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elfgirl – betcha thought I wasn't gonna use it huh? Lol. I was saving it for this chapter particularly.
KK- Ur GORGEOUS! Thank you – I read your review at ike 9AM after going to bed at like 6AM in the morning so, despite the likeliness of a bad day, I had a good one!!
Jen – I maintain the stand on the whole 'I work harder on the poem at the end than the fiction' thing. Coz its so true.
Msu AWWWWWW!!!! UR FAB!!!!!!! DEAR CHICKENSS!!!! YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE!!! I tried to do a huge webpage saying 'msu, you are so cool, I'm not a fool, I can see you're a jewel' but it didn't work!!!! BUT I MEANT IT!!!
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Stuff between these lines:
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are song/poem lyrics,
I'm not sure about one of the songs – elfgirl very kindly sent me the lyrics and I forgot to note down the artist and title!
Other Lyrics used are extracts from : Lonestar – amazed
/ Mary J Blige – Give me You / Eminem – 'Lose Yourself'
Mariah Carey – Do you know where you're going to? / Syleena Johnson – Baby I'm
so confused
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"Spike! WAKE UP!!
"Nyarghumngharoohmmmmmmmmmm…"
Buffy smiled; oddly comforted that time had not changed everything about him. She was standing outside his door, waiting to walk to breakfast and he was being unbearably lazy – not even out of bed yet by the sounds of it.
"Buffy – go on. I'll see you there!"
"Alright. I was two milliseconds away from leaving without saying anything anyway!"
Spike grinned as he sensed her departure. The whole idea had started out as a surprise but it made him feel unusually comfortable and uncomfortable with his old hair back.
"Think I might keep it for a bit." He said aloud, grinning.
The old hair did not mean the old clothes, instead Spike was wearing a warm black turtleneck sweater and cream khakis. It was an unusual combination but it had an alluring 'wow' to it.
Striding across the grounds to the cafeteria, he received some appreciative glances, slightly shocked faces, 'Hey…oh…Hi' was another favourite and he even had one open-mouthed gaping incident.
Entering the canteen, his eyes searched for Liz. His glowing daughter was talking to the boy she had argued about basketball with.
*That's my girl. Always the peacemaker but knows how to handle herself*
After saying good morning to her, and receiving several questions and giggles, the vampire went in search of Buffy.
And there she was.
Her hair was done beautifully, a swirl of different shades of blond all merged into one, falling down her back. There was a pretty hair clip that pulled a few strands from the front to the back in a very small half-ponytail - and the balance was breathtaking.
The ex-Slayer was wearing a large blue grey sweater with a drooping, flopping neckline that showed the edges of her shoulders and trailed down to the first few inches of her thighs. Some dark blue fitting jeans and trainers finished off her clothing with an adorable flair that was complimented by gypsy styled earrings and several bracelets, some simple, some ornate.
She was perfect.
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"Wow."
"What?"
"Look at Spike."
"Huh?" Buffy turned her head away from the colleague she had been speaking to and looked around for Spike.
And that's what she saw – Spike.
Spike. William the Bloody. Evil vampire. Bleached Menace. Dead boy Junior. In all his glory. Surround sound, top-notch graphics – he was there.
Predatory.
Sensual.
Alluring.
Scorching.
Claiming.
Demanding.
Dominating.
Dangerous.
Oh, very very dangerous.
"Mornin' ducks."
*You're going to kill me*
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The day was spent with the need for supernatural amounts of will power on Buffy's part. He was in. He was game. Something had changed. It wasn't about just friends anymore. She had seen him on the hunt – in both circumstances. The slyness of it all.
*Didn't I used to think that if he ever turned that on me, I'd just give in?*
The odd touch, a few stares held too long, teasing, smirking, whispering…she didn't know how she held back. Buffy's thought's were in a tangle of nerves, something she had truly wanted for so long….but what about all she had?…But a chance to get a part of her soul back…but what about her new desires and….empty desires?
Nothing made sense. Nothing was understandable. Except that gleam in his eye.
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"Alright guys! Tonight we're playing Charades! The topic for the first round is FILMS!! Two teams lead by two members of staff. To my right we have Team A – Ms Summers and Spike. To my left we have Team B, Peter and Sylvia. All right! I'd like to ask someone from Team A to give the name of a movie to one member of Team B who will 'act' out clues to get across the name of the movie!!"
The game was high-spirited, Liz being on Peter's team, the competitive efforts were high on everyone's list and the sound of a contagious laughter filled the air.
"Alright! Ms Summers, come on up and get the name of the film from Peter."
Buffy smiled and stood up. The whole of Team A whooped and hollered behind her as she came forward. Peter's face had an almost evil grin on it as she bent down and he whispered the film in her ear.
Blushing and muttering Buffy walked up in front of her team and glanced over the little faces and his face before she ducked her head.
"Erm, I'm not sure if this is suitable for our camp age group."
" Do be quiet Buffy! No speaking allowed!" Peter yelled out, helpfully.
"Yeah, go on Ms Summers!" Liz giggled.
"Uhm, ok." Buffy furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged.
Spike grinned at her discomfort and the 'age group' comment had piqued his interest.
Buffy kicked at the ground ferociously and looked up eagerly to find the team looking a bit worried about her. Gesturing to the ground, she picked up some dirt and let it fall from her fingers.
"Mud?"
"Grass?"
Buffy shook her head and made a scowling face at the mud and brushed her hands off.
"Uhm…"
Liz giggled. She'd never heard of the film before, her Abuelo had mentioned it so she wasn't surprised none of the kids on Team A knew of it. But from the sudden spark in her Dad's eye – he did.
But…he didn't do anything about it.
Liz was lost now, she hoped he knew what he was doing.
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"Alright pet, never mind, go onto the second word!"
Spike had figured out that she wanted the word 'Dirty', but hadn't said it – if he had guessed right, she would start to dance now and that was something he had to see.
Buffy groaned. No one had understood 'dirty' so she couldn't just boogie on the spot.
*Here goes*
Buffy pouted her lips and swayed her upper body and hips to the imaginary song in her head, loosing the absolute embarrassment, she ran her fingers across her stomach and neckline. Mid –dance she realised that not once had she broken eye contact with Spike. The shock sent her arms to her sides and the blush to her cheeks.
"Dirty Dancing." He smirked.
"Yeah." She smiled, ducking her head and quickly went back to her spot on the ground next to Spike.
"Well done, pet. Very sexy." He bit his lip and looked away, cheering on the next contestant while Buffy's eyes widened and she blushed yet again.
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"Alright, come on Spike! It's your turn!"
Spike grinned and stood. Bending down, he let Liz whisper in his ear.
"That film does not exist."
"Yes it does!"
"No way."
"It does, it does – go on Daddy!"
Spike sighed and walked up in front of his Team. Buffy was giggling and swatting away one of the kid's hands and once they had finally settled down, Spike tried, in vain to convey the film. There was an assortment of random gestures, some sort of unusual galloping movements, mouse like sniffing and Elvis dancing….
"Spike, what the hell are you DOING?"
"I'm trying dammit! If you weren't so bloody air-headed you'd gettit!"
"Spike, I doubt someone involved in the movie would get it!"
Simon stood up and walked over to Spike. "Tell me what it is, and I'll give it a go!"
"Alright, mate."
Spike bent down and whispered into Simon's ear : 'I Love You'.
"How're you going to do that, then?"
"Spike!" Simon rolled his eyes.
-Hold the other person's hand to your heart
-Squeeze it
-Move the squeezed hands to the other person's heart.
"I LOVE YOU!!" Buffy yelled out, shaking her head. "C'mon Spike, that was so easy! How could you not do that one?"
"I dunno, pet. Just couldn't."
They grinned at each other and Spike came back down to sit beside her. Just as the next person started to play, it started to rain.
"Everyone get inside!!"
The light drizzle quickly turned into the beginning of a storm and everyone immediately rushed inside. As Buffy directed some of the kids to one of the tents she noticed Spike was standing, arms wide, looking into the rain. Grabbing an umbrella, she ran over to his figure, now alone in the night.
"Spike! Come on! It's raining!"
His face turned to hers, and Buffy saw some sort of great release in his eyes, as if he had not a worry or fear in the world. He pulled the umbrella from her hands and threw it to the wind.
"Spike!"
"Come with me, Buffy!"
Buffy- now soaked through, her maroon dress clinging to her body, followed Spike through the rain to a gazebo by the lake. As they ran under the somewhat shelter, Buffy tried in vain to wring some water out of her clothes and hair.
"Buffy?"
She looked up and met Spike's smiling face, arm outstretched. She frowned, questioning. The vampire motioned her to dance with him.
"No music." She whispered.
-- Breathe life into this feeble heart--
Without even thinking, he pulled her to him, the music non-existent yet oddly present in their mid-summer night rendezvous.
-- Lift this mortal veil of fear--
His arms held her by the waist as they swayed, slowly, carefully and dazedly. They seemed almost to slip into an unconscious cloak of movement as the music between them played out and they danced.
-- Take these crumbled hopes etched with
tears
we'll
rise above these earthly cares--
Spike blew lightly into her ear; a shudder he felt in his arms resulted through her body. He placed a gentle kiss against the cold, wet skin at the edge of her neck and felt her neck ease up closer.
-- The smell of your skin
the taste of your kiss--
Slowly his lips skimmed across her cheek and brushed lightly over her lips – they did not stop, her hot breath urging him onwards.
"Spike."
-- You don't have to
promise me the stars
Just promise me that I have your heart--
"Sssshhh." He blew gently over her eyes, closing them as they continued to dance. There was some resistance in her, she wanted to let go, he could tell. What could hold her back? Spike didn't know. All he knew was that she would have to be assured of his feelings, tonight – or the moment would go by.
-- Having you beside me,
I have everything I need
so give me, give me you---
Her fingers played between his and, almost in a trance, she moved them across his wrists, his pale skin almost gleaming in the wet night.
-- You better lose
yourself in the music
the moment you own it; you better never let it go --
Buffy's fingers moved to his face, a loud pounding reverberating through her whole body as she - still not meeting his eyes, traced lines along the nape of his neck, fluttering across his skin, mesmerised, the blonde tilted her head, loosing herself.
*That's it, pet, let go*
-- You only get one
shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime--
Shivering, she seemed almost to fall into his arms and felt him let out a breath. The moment was so intense; nothing except the very seconds that passed by affected her in any way. His arms, his caring, something she wanted, she needed, was there.
--Once we were standing
still in time
Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds
You knew how I loved you, but my spirit was free
Laughing at the questions that you once asked of me--
Pulling back, she smiled, her eyes meeting his. Reaching forward, Buffy cupped his cheek in her hand. A flash of something caught her eye and then her blood ran cold. An accusing, harsh diamond stared at her. Pulling away, as if burnt, she stepped back, the moment was shattered and a horrified look replaced the smile.
"Buffy…" the word died on his lips, as he watched, in shock, as she let out a choked sob and ran. Her feet seemed to almost hover over the grass, running and running, tears and rain soaking her muscles.
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-- Do you know where
you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?--
Brian flinched against the pelting rain, pausing to glance; he located the main tent and was about to run to it when he saw a figure hurtle into the nearby woods. Realising it was Buffy, he quickly asked the taxi driver to take his things into the tent before running into the woods after her.
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--I just don't know what
to do
I fell in love again, but why, oh, why am I so blue
And darling, darling, it's all because of you
You put a hold on my heart and soul, leaving me so confused--
Pushing past the clawing brambles and bushes, Buffy ran, letting out the excess energy that he had built up in her mind. Finally, she threw herself against a tree, panting, she sobbed, soaked through and distraught - her mind couldn't focus on anything. All she could put her finger on was that she loved him. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered.
Strong arms pulled her into an embrace and without a second thought she let it all out, the emotion, the desperation and the need for him that she kept within herself for so long. Too long.
"I love you. I really, really love you."
"Hey, baby…I love you too."
Buffy's head snapped up and met the smiling eyes of her fiancée.
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"Hey Peter – have you seen Buffy?"
Spike had known that Buffy needed a moment to think, but had expected her to return to the tent pretty quickly. Everyone was huddling together, warming up and talking. The vampire spoke with Liz, making sure she was warm and happy, he continued to pace and wait for Buffy.
"And this is the famed summer camp!" a deep, laughing voice proclaimed.
Spike spun around and saw Buffy enter the tent, shortly followed by a man. Her eyes spun around and once they met his, fled back to the man.
"Buffy?"
"Brian meet Spike. Spike, Brian."
"Hey." Brian grinned, putting a hand out.
"Hi." Spike shook his hand, an uneasy feeling creeping up on him
"Spike's an old friend from university."
"Wow, really? I thought you said you'd lost contact with all of your old mates."
"Yeah, it was a coincidence. His daughter is here, so…"
"Hey that's great, it's always good to meet up with an old friend. You must be chuffed, Spike. Cool name by the way."
"Yeah……I'm real chuffed….Thanks, mate."
There is no pain like that of desire
Is there no difference between women and fire?
One burns the spirit
The other the flesh
What is the price of desire?
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