The Dance - March 2009
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Buffy walked out of the hotel with Giles and Angel in tow. She glared at Spike, but oddly enough to confrontation was almost comforting. She could almost smell her Spike on the impostor, but she didn't fool herself into thinking it was him. She motioned for Angel and Giles to get Dawn. Spike didn't lie about wanting a one on one with the slayer, he did tell a tiny fib about Giles and Angel getting the damaged Slayer. As soon as Giles and Angel were within fifteen feet of the girl they were jumped by about twenty or so vamps. Spike just grinned at his Slayer. The Slayer that had consumed his every waking moment for the last decade.
"Hello cutie." Spike said, winking at her.
"So Spike, still running about the town with your lame half cocked schemes as usual I see." Buffy said playfully, twirling a stake in her bare hand.
It was time for the dance, they could both feel it humming throughout their entire bodies. They faced off, it was the most evenly faced match that there ever was between a Slayer and a vampire. The two beings circled one another, not throwing a single punch, wanting to size up the competition. There eyes were deadlocked, they both knew there would be no deaths tonight. This was just a warm up, a taste of what was to come. Spike had every intention of killing Buffy, but he wanted to play with her for a bit. He missed fighting with her more than anything in his entire existence.
"So are we going to fight or dance around each other like a couple of girls all night?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"Patience luv. I want to make this last, I want to go with you all night long." Spike responded, the sexual innuendo not being lost on Buffy.
She finally charged him, kicking him square in the jaw. Spike went flying back, landing on his butt. His fingers came up to wipe the blood forming around his mouth. He just grinned at his girl. He licked the blood and stood up, that was a freebie.
"That's my girl, give it to me good." Spike said.
They way he was talking chilled Buffy to the bone. It almost reminded her of their first time in the abandoned warehouse. She knew he was getting off on this, and part of that fact disgusted her. Part of it enthralled her, knowing that as much as his demon hated her, it still wanted her. Buffy then threw another bunch at Spike's face, he easily fended it off, flipping Buffy. She spun around and the dance had truly begun. Fists versus fangs, their movement was sheer poetry. They both knew they could go on for days without a winner. They knew one another's movements too well. The only way one of them was going to end up dead would be if one of them decided to play dirty, and neither had any intention of that at the moment.
Angel and Giles weren't fairing quite so well. Giles was always sort of a clumsy fighter. Granted he got the job done, but there was nothing pretty about it. Angel was a much more sound fighter, but there was so much anger behind the fists that there wasn't much finesse. They had managed to stake about five of the vamps so far. Angel could see that Dru had Faith in her thrall, just in case something didn't play to her liking and she had to off the dark haired Slayer.
The remainder of the Scoobies were standing on the balcony, watching the action. Dawn wasn't worried about Buffy or Spike, she knew that this was for show. She was more worried about Faith. Gunn and Wesley merely watched Buffy and Spike fight in awe. It was almost choreographed. They had been going at it for a good fifteen minutes and very few good blows were exchanged, it was almost as if they were meant to fight this fight.
"I can't believe that's Will." Gunn said in half horror, half fascination.
"When this is done, I'll let you borrow my Watcher's Journals. There's quite a bit about William the Bloody that you have no clue about." Wesley responded matter-of-factly.
"Sure thing British Guy." Gunn responded, unable to tear his eyes away from the fight.
Willow, Xander, and Anya were munching on popcorn. They knew that Buffy and Spike's little fight wasn't going to go anywhere. Hell, this was foreplay to them. As for Faith, she was alive and not their favorite person in the universe so they weren't too concerned. They didn't want Faith to die, but if she came in a little battered and bruised it wouldn't be the end of the world or anything.
"Had enough, evil undead?" Buffy asked Spike.
"No such thing with you luv. Pity I only get to kill you once." Spike responded.
"Keep on dreaming fang breath." Buffy replied, blocking a kick to her stomach.
Spike and Buffy continued their fight. They were completely oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else even there. There were blocked punches and kicks, neither took their eyes of the other.
Giles and Angel had managed to take out most of Spike's little 'army.' They began to approach Dru.
"Come on Dru, just give up the girl." Angel demanded.
"Will you come with us then Daddy? We could all be a family again, 'cept for grand mummy, she's ashes." Dru replied.
"Dru, I said hand her over now, you know what I do to naughty little girls that are being bad. They are punished." Angel said in his best Angelus voice.
Dru whimpered a bit, until she realized that she was dealing Angel, not her Daddy.
"You wouldn't hurt me." She hissed. "You broke me, there'll be no tea and cakes for me. It's you're fault, that's why you'll not kill me."
"Angel may not be willing to kill you, but I am if you so much as look at that girl the wrong way." Giles sneered, letting Ripper come to the surface.
"You don't play nice. Here have your stupid little girl. She wasn't any fun to play with anyway."
With that Dru threw Faith into Angels arms, attempting to distract him. Angel tossed Faith into Giles' arms.
"Take her inside. I'm going to go get Drusilla. If nothing else we can return the hostage favor."
"How do you know that Spike will care?" Giles inquired.
"Spike always had a soft spot for the loon, demon or soul." Angel replied before he disappeared to search for Dru.
Fred and Dawn saw Giles carrying Faith into the hotel and went downstairs to help.
"How is she?" asked Dawn.
"She'll live. Aside from a couple of bites, it looks like most of it's just flesh wounds. Tell Xander to get down here and help carry her upstairs." Giles demanded.
"Where are you going?" Fred asked.
"Going to go make sure that Angel and Buffy get back in here, safely." Giles responded, and then he was out the front doors.
Just as Giles got out the front doors he was hit in the back of the head and knocked unconscious. Buffy was so wrapped up in her fight that she never even noticed her watcher's limp body being carried off. She was too lost in his blue eyes. She hated him because he wouldn't slip into the demon mask, partially because he knew how much it unnerved her. He ducked from her punches, taking pure pleasure out of the entire experience.
Angel tracked Dru down about two blocks from the hotel. He bound and gagged her. She attempted to scratch and claw her way, but Angel was simply too strong. Part of him pitied his insane creation and part of him was just upset that he couldn't muster the courage to just put her out of her misery. He to this day couldn't figure out how Spike had managed her for so many years. Angel stopped at the doors, waiting for Dawn to let him in. Spike caught Angel out of the corner of his eye and stopped fighting. He just stared at his sire with searing hatred. He stopped just long enough for Buffy to deck him a good one.
"No fair, wasn't paying attention." Spike whined, holding his hand to the temple of his forehead.
"All's fair in war and hate." Buffy spat, not wanting him to know how much she was actually enjoying their little warm-up.
"Hey, what's the poofter doing with Dru?" Spike asked, standing up.
Buffy shrugged.
"I dunno, maybe he finally got the balls to stake her. So are we going to finish this or what?" Buffy asked.
"Not right now luv, seems the scales have been tipped in your favor for now. Let's call this the end of round one." Spike replied.
With that Spike kicked Buffy's legs from underneath her, but not before she pulled him on top of her. They stared at one another, both were breathing heavily, not that Spike needed to, and Buffy really wasn't all that winded. Spike reached down and lovingly brushed a strand of hair out of Buffy's face. Goose bumps evaded her skin with his touch. She reached into her back pocket, pulling out a letter, she slipped into his inner coat pocket.
"What's that, pet?" Spike asked amused.
"Just a little something for me to put your ashes in." Buffy responded.
With that Spike bent over and kissed Buffy. It was a hard and passionate kiss. It completely took Buffy by surprise. It took a few moments for her senses to kick in. She pushed Spike off of her. She put her had over her mouth, she couldn't believe that she had just let him kiss her.
"Missed you too ducks. Have to get going though. It's only a matter of time before I get those wards down. And if anything happens to my beautiful princess you won't be the only one who dies." Spike said.
He recognized defeat. It wasn't really defeat, he had gotten what he wanted. Dru getting captured wasn't part of the plan, but he would work around it. He knew that his hair gel loving sire didn't have the balls to stake her. Spike blew another kiss to the slayer before he disappeared in the smoke from the fire.
It took Buffy a moment to realize that she was sitting in the middle of the street, by herself. She covered her face with her hands and began to sob. She really wasn't sure at the moment why though.
Anya and Willow exchanged glances when they saw Spike kissing Buffy.
"Some things never change." Anya said noncommittally.
"Yeah, guess so. You see that envelope that Buffy put in Spike's coat?" Willow asked the former demon.
"Oh, that's Buffy's apology letter circa 2005. It never got to Spike. You'd have to ask Dawn about it. She's the one that never gave it to him, because, duh, she was in love with him." Anya replied.
"Why would Buffy give him a letter that's over four years old?"
"Maybe she's hoping that she can reach that shred of humanity that Spike has left." Cordelia responded wisely.
The show was over and the group made it's way down to the street to clean up and get Buffy into the house. It was several hours before anyone even noticed that Giles was missing in all the confusion.
Buffy walked out of the hotel with Giles and Angel in tow. She glared at Spike, but oddly enough to confrontation was almost comforting. She could almost smell her Spike on the impostor, but she didn't fool herself into thinking it was him. She motioned for Angel and Giles to get Dawn. Spike didn't lie about wanting a one on one with the slayer, he did tell a tiny fib about Giles and Angel getting the damaged Slayer. As soon as Giles and Angel were within fifteen feet of the girl they were jumped by about twenty or so vamps. Spike just grinned at his Slayer. The Slayer that had consumed his every waking moment for the last decade.
"Hello cutie." Spike said, winking at her.
"So Spike, still running about the town with your lame half cocked schemes as usual I see." Buffy said playfully, twirling a stake in her bare hand.
It was time for the dance, they could both feel it humming throughout their entire bodies. They faced off, it was the most evenly faced match that there ever was between a Slayer and a vampire. The two beings circled one another, not throwing a single punch, wanting to size up the competition. There eyes were deadlocked, they both knew there would be no deaths tonight. This was just a warm up, a taste of what was to come. Spike had every intention of killing Buffy, but he wanted to play with her for a bit. He missed fighting with her more than anything in his entire existence.
"So are we going to fight or dance around each other like a couple of girls all night?" Buffy asked impatiently.
"Patience luv. I want to make this last, I want to go with you all night long." Spike responded, the sexual innuendo not being lost on Buffy.
She finally charged him, kicking him square in the jaw. Spike went flying back, landing on his butt. His fingers came up to wipe the blood forming around his mouth. He just grinned at his girl. He licked the blood and stood up, that was a freebie.
"That's my girl, give it to me good." Spike said.
They way he was talking chilled Buffy to the bone. It almost reminded her of their first time in the abandoned warehouse. She knew he was getting off on this, and part of that fact disgusted her. Part of it enthralled her, knowing that as much as his demon hated her, it still wanted her. Buffy then threw another bunch at Spike's face, he easily fended it off, flipping Buffy. She spun around and the dance had truly begun. Fists versus fangs, their movement was sheer poetry. They both knew they could go on for days without a winner. They knew one another's movements too well. The only way one of them was going to end up dead would be if one of them decided to play dirty, and neither had any intention of that at the moment.
Angel and Giles weren't fairing quite so well. Giles was always sort of a clumsy fighter. Granted he got the job done, but there was nothing pretty about it. Angel was a much more sound fighter, but there was so much anger behind the fists that there wasn't much finesse. They had managed to stake about five of the vamps so far. Angel could see that Dru had Faith in her thrall, just in case something didn't play to her liking and she had to off the dark haired Slayer.
The remainder of the Scoobies were standing on the balcony, watching the action. Dawn wasn't worried about Buffy or Spike, she knew that this was for show. She was more worried about Faith. Gunn and Wesley merely watched Buffy and Spike fight in awe. It was almost choreographed. They had been going at it for a good fifteen minutes and very few good blows were exchanged, it was almost as if they were meant to fight this fight.
"I can't believe that's Will." Gunn said in half horror, half fascination.
"When this is done, I'll let you borrow my Watcher's Journals. There's quite a bit about William the Bloody that you have no clue about." Wesley responded matter-of-factly.
"Sure thing British Guy." Gunn responded, unable to tear his eyes away from the fight.
Willow, Xander, and Anya were munching on popcorn. They knew that Buffy and Spike's little fight wasn't going to go anywhere. Hell, this was foreplay to them. As for Faith, she was alive and not their favorite person in the universe so they weren't too concerned. They didn't want Faith to die, but if she came in a little battered and bruised it wouldn't be the end of the world or anything.
"Had enough, evil undead?" Buffy asked Spike.
"No such thing with you luv. Pity I only get to kill you once." Spike responded.
"Keep on dreaming fang breath." Buffy replied, blocking a kick to her stomach.
Spike and Buffy continued their fight. They were completely oblivious to the fact that there was anyone else even there. There were blocked punches and kicks, neither took their eyes of the other.
Giles and Angel had managed to take out most of Spike's little 'army.' They began to approach Dru.
"Come on Dru, just give up the girl." Angel demanded.
"Will you come with us then Daddy? We could all be a family again, 'cept for grand mummy, she's ashes." Dru replied.
"Dru, I said hand her over now, you know what I do to naughty little girls that are being bad. They are punished." Angel said in his best Angelus voice.
Dru whimpered a bit, until she realized that she was dealing Angel, not her Daddy.
"You wouldn't hurt me." She hissed. "You broke me, there'll be no tea and cakes for me. It's you're fault, that's why you'll not kill me."
"Angel may not be willing to kill you, but I am if you so much as look at that girl the wrong way." Giles sneered, letting Ripper come to the surface.
"You don't play nice. Here have your stupid little girl. She wasn't any fun to play with anyway."
With that Dru threw Faith into Angels arms, attempting to distract him. Angel tossed Faith into Giles' arms.
"Take her inside. I'm going to go get Drusilla. If nothing else we can return the hostage favor."
"How do you know that Spike will care?" Giles inquired.
"Spike always had a soft spot for the loon, demon or soul." Angel replied before he disappeared to search for Dru.
Fred and Dawn saw Giles carrying Faith into the hotel and went downstairs to help.
"How is she?" asked Dawn.
"She'll live. Aside from a couple of bites, it looks like most of it's just flesh wounds. Tell Xander to get down here and help carry her upstairs." Giles demanded.
"Where are you going?" Fred asked.
"Going to go make sure that Angel and Buffy get back in here, safely." Giles responded, and then he was out the front doors.
Just as Giles got out the front doors he was hit in the back of the head and knocked unconscious. Buffy was so wrapped up in her fight that she never even noticed her watcher's limp body being carried off. She was too lost in his blue eyes. She hated him because he wouldn't slip into the demon mask, partially because he knew how much it unnerved her. He ducked from her punches, taking pure pleasure out of the entire experience.
Angel tracked Dru down about two blocks from the hotel. He bound and gagged her. She attempted to scratch and claw her way, but Angel was simply too strong. Part of him pitied his insane creation and part of him was just upset that he couldn't muster the courage to just put her out of her misery. He to this day couldn't figure out how Spike had managed her for so many years. Angel stopped at the doors, waiting for Dawn to let him in. Spike caught Angel out of the corner of his eye and stopped fighting. He just stared at his sire with searing hatred. He stopped just long enough for Buffy to deck him a good one.
"No fair, wasn't paying attention." Spike whined, holding his hand to the temple of his forehead.
"All's fair in war and hate." Buffy spat, not wanting him to know how much she was actually enjoying their little warm-up.
"Hey, what's the poofter doing with Dru?" Spike asked, standing up.
Buffy shrugged.
"I dunno, maybe he finally got the balls to stake her. So are we going to finish this or what?" Buffy asked.
"Not right now luv, seems the scales have been tipped in your favor for now. Let's call this the end of round one." Spike replied.
With that Spike kicked Buffy's legs from underneath her, but not before she pulled him on top of her. They stared at one another, both were breathing heavily, not that Spike needed to, and Buffy really wasn't all that winded. Spike reached down and lovingly brushed a strand of hair out of Buffy's face. Goose bumps evaded her skin with his touch. She reached into her back pocket, pulling out a letter, she slipped into his inner coat pocket.
"What's that, pet?" Spike asked amused.
"Just a little something for me to put your ashes in." Buffy responded.
With that Spike bent over and kissed Buffy. It was a hard and passionate kiss. It completely took Buffy by surprise. It took a few moments for her senses to kick in. She pushed Spike off of her. She put her had over her mouth, she couldn't believe that she had just let him kiss her.
"Missed you too ducks. Have to get going though. It's only a matter of time before I get those wards down. And if anything happens to my beautiful princess you won't be the only one who dies." Spike said.
He recognized defeat. It wasn't really defeat, he had gotten what he wanted. Dru getting captured wasn't part of the plan, but he would work around it. He knew that his hair gel loving sire didn't have the balls to stake her. Spike blew another kiss to the slayer before he disappeared in the smoke from the fire.
It took Buffy a moment to realize that she was sitting in the middle of the street, by herself. She covered her face with her hands and began to sob. She really wasn't sure at the moment why though.
Anya and Willow exchanged glances when they saw Spike kissing Buffy.
"Some things never change." Anya said noncommittally.
"Yeah, guess so. You see that envelope that Buffy put in Spike's coat?" Willow asked the former demon.
"Oh, that's Buffy's apology letter circa 2005. It never got to Spike. You'd have to ask Dawn about it. She's the one that never gave it to him, because, duh, she was in love with him." Anya replied.
"Why would Buffy give him a letter that's over four years old?"
"Maybe she's hoping that she can reach that shred of humanity that Spike has left." Cordelia responded wisely.
The show was over and the group made it's way down to the street to clean up and get Buffy into the house. It was several hours before anyone even noticed that Giles was missing in all the confusion.