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Truth or Dare
Chapter Three: Waiting
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~Spike's POV~
I probably shouldn't have kissed her last night. Scared her off. Bloody well scared myself too. Me, master vampire, kissing the slayer. Not a good thing.
Then again, I've never been one for morals.
So that's why I'm here again tonight. At this soddin' town's only decent club. I'm waiting for her to show up, to request another dance.
I smile at the thought of dancing with her, and search the crowd for her again. Where is that damned girl?
Two packs of cigarettes and a few hours later, she still hasn't shown up. It's getting late, and the club is slowly emptying. I was right about scaring her off; she won't be coming tonight.
I sigh and put out my cigarette, standing to leave. Thing's will probably go back to normal now: our only contact her pounding me for information, me being as annoying and destructive as I can without actually hurting anyone.
It's probably better that way, because I think I was starting to fall in love with her.
And loving slayers is never a good thing.
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The door to Giles' house flew open, and Spike ran in, smoking slightly despite the blanket held over his head. Giles glanced up from the newspaper he was reading, looking very annoyed.
"Spike, what are you doing here?" Giles asked.
"I've got information." He said, hastily stomping out the flames.
Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "And you insist on coming in the middle of the day?"
Spike shrugged. "As good a time as any other."
"Except for the fact that you burn in the sun."
"S' only an hour or so 'till sundown."
Giles sighed and replaced his glasses. "So, what's this information you've got?"
"Vampires, plannin' on takin' control of Sunny hell."
"Go on."
" 'S all right, I'll wait for the slayer, she'll show up here eventually."
Giles looked at the vampire skeptically.
"Buffy's the one who can hurt me, Buffy's the one who wants information, and Buffy's the one who gets her bloody information."
Giles started to protest when the phone rang.
"Don't break anything!" He told Spike as he rushed into another room to pick up the phone.
Well, now Spike just had to break something.
* * *
Spike was carelessly handling a clay object that looked both old and breakable when Willow came in.
" 'Ey!" Spike protested, jumping back from the sunlight that crept across the room.
"S-sorry." The red haired girl apologized. "Have you seen Buffy?"
"Join the waitin' list, pet." Spike replied, and was answered by a blank look on Willow's face. "I'm waitin' for the girl too."
"Oh."
"So, why do you need her?" Spike asked, stretching out on Giles' couch.
"I just really need to talk to her." Willow said. "Are you sure she's not here?"
"Positive. What do you want t' talk to her about anyway?"
"Oh, nothing." Willow said, quickly.
Spike raised an eyebrow.
Willow bit her lip, she really needed to talk to somebody. A vampire who had tried to kill her was probably not the best person, but . . .
"Well, I've got this friend, Tara." Willow started, and seeing Spike listening intently, continued. "Well, we've become really close. Super close. And we were practicing a spell the other night, and then I was kissing her . . ." Willow stopped, expecting a sarcastic comment. None came.
"And I want to tell my friends that Tara and I are . . . more than friends." Willow continued, talking faster, "I have no idea how to, though. I mean, there supposed to be okay with homosexuals and everything, but are they going to act differently around me if they know I'm kissing girls, not guys? And I really like Tara. Really like her. Maybe even more than like. But what if my friends don't approve, what if they just can't accept that?"
Willow's face was flushed, and the color deepened as she realized whom she'd been talking to.
"Tell you what, Red." Spike said, sitting up. "If you've got strong enough feelings for someone, then it doesn't matter who, or what you are. If there's passion between two people, then nothin' else matters. Your friends will just 'ave to accept that."
Willow smiled, feeling oddly calmed by Spike's words. "I guess I'll go see if Buffy's at the dorm." She said, opening the door. "Thank you, Spike."
"You're lettin' the sun in!" Spike protested, and Willow shut the door behind her.
Spike could faintly hear Giles' voice on the phone in another room as he looked for something to do.
* * *
The sound of someone playing a piano drifted out of Giles' house towards Buffy. She hadn't known Giles was so good at the piano. Or that he even played.
"I didn't know you played so well, Giles." Buffy said as she opened the door. "It sounds really nice - - Spike?"
Spike stopped playing and turned to face Buffy. "Surprised t' see me, slayer?"
"I didn't know you played the piano . . ."
Spike shrugged. "Picked it up in the 1800's. You don't play?"
"I always wanted too, but then there was slaying . . ."
"C' mere." He said, motioning the spot on the piano bench next to him. Against her better judgement, Buffy sat down next to Spike.
"Put your fingers on top 'f mine." Decked out in silver rings with black painted nails, his fingers looked out of place resting so lightly on the piano keys.
Buffy put her hands on top of Spike's, and he began to play again. With her fingers following the movement of Spike's, it felt almost like she was playing, and the blond beamed.
"I missed you last night." Spike whispered softly, lips almost touching her ear. "Why didn't you come?"
"I - I was busy." She stammered.
"I was right."
"What?"
"You can't handle me." He said with a smirk, just as Giles burst into the room. Buffy and Spike jumped apart from each other, landing on opposite sides of the room.
"Spike!" Giles yelled. "If you've broken anything, I swear - Buffy! Good, you're finally here. Spike's been waiting for you, says he has information of some sort."
Buffy looked at Spike expectantly.
"Right." He started. "A group of vamps are plannin' to do some sort of control spell. Pretty much forces any one in Sunnydale who wasn't part of the spell to do whatever they say."
"Spike," Buffy said suspiciously. "Why don't I have to beat this out of you?"
Spike shrugged. "Don' fancy bein' controlled by a bunch 'f minions."
"Oh, poor Spikey." Buffy teased. "You didn't get invited to participate in the latest scheme to take over the world."
"Thanks to the soddin' chip in my head!"
"That's too bad." She said, mock pouting. "Why don't we go kill some demons?"
"I'll have you know you'll be the first person I kill when I get this out." He informed Buffy, noting thankfully that the sun had gone down as he followed her outside.
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AN: Okay, so this chapter was a little slow, but the next one will have much more spuffy action, I promise. :D Please review!
AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys are the best!
Truth or Dare
Chapter Three: Waiting
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~Spike's POV~
I probably shouldn't have kissed her last night. Scared her off. Bloody well scared myself too. Me, master vampire, kissing the slayer. Not a good thing.
Then again, I've never been one for morals.
So that's why I'm here again tonight. At this soddin' town's only decent club. I'm waiting for her to show up, to request another dance.
I smile at the thought of dancing with her, and search the crowd for her again. Where is that damned girl?
Two packs of cigarettes and a few hours later, she still hasn't shown up. It's getting late, and the club is slowly emptying. I was right about scaring her off; she won't be coming tonight.
I sigh and put out my cigarette, standing to leave. Thing's will probably go back to normal now: our only contact her pounding me for information, me being as annoying and destructive as I can without actually hurting anyone.
It's probably better that way, because I think I was starting to fall in love with her.
And loving slayers is never a good thing.
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The door to Giles' house flew open, and Spike ran in, smoking slightly despite the blanket held over his head. Giles glanced up from the newspaper he was reading, looking very annoyed.
"Spike, what are you doing here?" Giles asked.
"I've got information." He said, hastily stomping out the flames.
Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "And you insist on coming in the middle of the day?"
Spike shrugged. "As good a time as any other."
"Except for the fact that you burn in the sun."
"S' only an hour or so 'till sundown."
Giles sighed and replaced his glasses. "So, what's this information you've got?"
"Vampires, plannin' on takin' control of Sunny hell."
"Go on."
" 'S all right, I'll wait for the slayer, she'll show up here eventually."
Giles looked at the vampire skeptically.
"Buffy's the one who can hurt me, Buffy's the one who wants information, and Buffy's the one who gets her bloody information."
Giles started to protest when the phone rang.
"Don't break anything!" He told Spike as he rushed into another room to pick up the phone.
Well, now Spike just had to break something.
* * *
Spike was carelessly handling a clay object that looked both old and breakable when Willow came in.
" 'Ey!" Spike protested, jumping back from the sunlight that crept across the room.
"S-sorry." The red haired girl apologized. "Have you seen Buffy?"
"Join the waitin' list, pet." Spike replied, and was answered by a blank look on Willow's face. "I'm waitin' for the girl too."
"Oh."
"So, why do you need her?" Spike asked, stretching out on Giles' couch.
"I just really need to talk to her." Willow said. "Are you sure she's not here?"
"Positive. What do you want t' talk to her about anyway?"
"Oh, nothing." Willow said, quickly.
Spike raised an eyebrow.
Willow bit her lip, she really needed to talk to somebody. A vampire who had tried to kill her was probably not the best person, but . . .
"Well, I've got this friend, Tara." Willow started, and seeing Spike listening intently, continued. "Well, we've become really close. Super close. And we were practicing a spell the other night, and then I was kissing her . . ." Willow stopped, expecting a sarcastic comment. None came.
"And I want to tell my friends that Tara and I are . . . more than friends." Willow continued, talking faster, "I have no idea how to, though. I mean, there supposed to be okay with homosexuals and everything, but are they going to act differently around me if they know I'm kissing girls, not guys? And I really like Tara. Really like her. Maybe even more than like. But what if my friends don't approve, what if they just can't accept that?"
Willow's face was flushed, and the color deepened as she realized whom she'd been talking to.
"Tell you what, Red." Spike said, sitting up. "If you've got strong enough feelings for someone, then it doesn't matter who, or what you are. If there's passion between two people, then nothin' else matters. Your friends will just 'ave to accept that."
Willow smiled, feeling oddly calmed by Spike's words. "I guess I'll go see if Buffy's at the dorm." She said, opening the door. "Thank you, Spike."
"You're lettin' the sun in!" Spike protested, and Willow shut the door behind her.
Spike could faintly hear Giles' voice on the phone in another room as he looked for something to do.
* * *
The sound of someone playing a piano drifted out of Giles' house towards Buffy. She hadn't known Giles was so good at the piano. Or that he even played.
"I didn't know you played so well, Giles." Buffy said as she opened the door. "It sounds really nice - - Spike?"
Spike stopped playing and turned to face Buffy. "Surprised t' see me, slayer?"
"I didn't know you played the piano . . ."
Spike shrugged. "Picked it up in the 1800's. You don't play?"
"I always wanted too, but then there was slaying . . ."
"C' mere." He said, motioning the spot on the piano bench next to him. Against her better judgement, Buffy sat down next to Spike.
"Put your fingers on top 'f mine." Decked out in silver rings with black painted nails, his fingers looked out of place resting so lightly on the piano keys.
Buffy put her hands on top of Spike's, and he began to play again. With her fingers following the movement of Spike's, it felt almost like she was playing, and the blond beamed.
"I missed you last night." Spike whispered softly, lips almost touching her ear. "Why didn't you come?"
"I - I was busy." She stammered.
"I was right."
"What?"
"You can't handle me." He said with a smirk, just as Giles burst into the room. Buffy and Spike jumped apart from each other, landing on opposite sides of the room.
"Spike!" Giles yelled. "If you've broken anything, I swear - Buffy! Good, you're finally here. Spike's been waiting for you, says he has information of some sort."
Buffy looked at Spike expectantly.
"Right." He started. "A group of vamps are plannin' to do some sort of control spell. Pretty much forces any one in Sunnydale who wasn't part of the spell to do whatever they say."
"Spike," Buffy said suspiciously. "Why don't I have to beat this out of you?"
Spike shrugged. "Don' fancy bein' controlled by a bunch 'f minions."
"Oh, poor Spikey." Buffy teased. "You didn't get invited to participate in the latest scheme to take over the world."
"Thanks to the soddin' chip in my head!"
"That's too bad." She said, mock pouting. "Why don't we go kill some demons?"
"I'll have you know you'll be the first person I kill when I get this out." He informed Buffy, noting thankfully that the sun had gone down as he followed her outside.
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AN: Okay, so this chapter was a little slow, but the next one will have much more spuffy action, I promise. :D Please review!
