Disclaimer: Spike's chained to my bed. really, he is. All defenseless and
blindfolded.. 'cause, you know, I'd be here, writing this instead of having
my wicked way with him... sheesh, you're all so gullible. That's a nice
dream though, isn't it?
Summary: After the events of Seeing Red, Spike left for Africa. He got rid of the chip and he never came back.. Buffy doesn't have it any better. One of Willow's spells gone wrong caused Buffy to become immortal. Now she has to deal with the loneliness of immortality.
A/N: This is a Spuffy fic. so please have some faith in me, it'll be a while before all the pieces of this story fit into place. This story will have angst. consider yourself warned. I also rated this story R for the language and some of the content. It could be PG-13, but I don't want to risk it. And I know the title is dumb, but I couldn't think of anything else. I'll update as often as possible, school's got me pretty busy. So don't get too mad if it takes a while for updates. And as I said before, I've never been to San Francisco, so if I got it wrong I give you my apologies.
I'd like to thank my best friend Fearless for supporting this story. She wanted to see Spike redeem himself chipless and soulless. And so that's what I'm giving her. Hope you like it, babe.
Chapter 3 ~ Seeing Red ~
The music in the club was deafening and it pulsed rhythmically throughout Spike's body. The beat was quick and it vibrated throughout the room. The club was heavy with smoke, alcohol, and sexual energy. He watched the people dance erotically against each other from his location at a nearby table. His long, graceful fingers encircled the shot glass that was positioned in front of him, boredom radiated off of him in waves. The San Francisco night life tended to be wild, invigorating, and irrational. He wouldn't be bored for long.
Spike didn't usually go to clubs, because they reminded him of the Bronze. And the Bronze reminded him of Buffy. But every once in a while the sleazy, rundown bar scene became too repetitive and he needed something new.
Occasionally he found that he eyes would stray to the young blondes on the dance floor. He would unconsciously look for her, no matter how long it had been since the last time he saw her. That's just the way the game's played. He saluted his glass to the fucked up world and took a mouthful of tequila. The burning liquid seared his throat all the way down to his stomach where it began to smolder.
The music stopped briefly, only the chatter of the dancers could be heard before the next track started. People shuffled around the room to different positions on the dance floor. Old friends talked to each other, and new relationships began. That's when he spotted her.
He looked up and saw someone he had forgotten about. 'No, it couldn't be..' His heart jumped in his throat and he felt the boredom leave his body like smoke. The bubbly woman danced lively to the music, her long, red, wavy hair swung from side to side. A bright smile covered her face.
It couldn't be Willow, could it?
Spike counted the years and decades since he last saw her in his brain. The definite realization that she wasn't Willow hurt his heart. A daughter? Granddaughter? The resemblance was striking. He found that he couldn't take his eyes off of her. It was almost like he was coming home. Just the sight of her did that to him. What would it be like to touch her? Talk to her? Fuck her against the wall? Hold her?
She danced without a care in the world. She laughed at life rather than life laughing at her. She wasn't Buffy.. but she was close enough. He felt an ache for this Willow look alike that he hadn't felt in a long time. It didn't really have much to do with the fact that she looked like Willow. It was more the familiarity of her that he started to crave. For a small moment in time he forgot about Buffy. Even for only a night. Maybe that's all he needed for now.. to completely forget her for a night.
The cute redhead blushed when she noticed the intense gaze directed towards her. She quirked her lips in a half smile and turned her burning face from his view. His heart melted al little from seeing the innocence that the girl possessed. Most of the women he went home with, or hoped to go home with, were kinky enough to almost make him blush..almost.
The waitress approached his table, a suggestive smile lingered on her face as her eyes traveled across his body. Spike ordered another shot of tequila, then he centered his attention on his new fascination. The waitress' smile turned to a pout as she sulked back to the bar. The brunette waitress was a sure fuck, Spike wasn't blind, but he wanted a challenge. The shot of tequila appeared in front of him. His hand grabbed the shot glass and brought it to his lips. The familiar burn comforted... his savior from loneliness.
"You just going to stare all night? Or are you going to ask my friend to dance?" Spike looked up to find a tall blond standing in front of his table. Her green eyes questioned his motives and warned him with a slight glare. Impatience got the best of her and she began tapping her foot in a quick staccato.
Spike rose from his chair, looked pointedly at the blond, then strode across the club to the red-head's location. He chuckled slightly at the immaturity of having the girl's friend come ask him for a dance with the girl. It made this girl seem more like Willow than she previously had. As he approached her she turned to look up at him. The trusting smile that she gave him melted and broke his heart all in one moment. He forced himself to close the walls that hid his heart and emotions. He couldn't ever let anyone in again. He didn't want to hurt anymore.
"Would you like to dance luv?" His voice and smile were both smooth, accent rich. He reached out and took her hand into his own, a blush stained her cheeks. He led her to an open spot in the far off corner of the club. There was just enough room for them both to dance comfortably. He pulled her close, hands clasped tightly around her waist. Her hands linked behind his neck, her eyes focused on his. The melody playing was haunting and tragic. 'The story of my life', Spike thought bitterly. A smile remained on his face.
"What's your name luv?" He had leaned forward, his lips touched her ear in a slight caress. Shivers sped up and down his spine when she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Michelle. My name's Michelle. What's yours?" She pulled back and looked him in the eyes once again, smile blazing. He fought the strong urge to introduce himself as William. Something about her brought out the human in him. He briefly thought of Buffy, and the way she would call William when no one was around, but then pushed thoughts of her out of his mind. 'Just for tonight', he thought, 'it won't be about Buffy tonight.'
"'M name's Spike." His sexy smirk and suggestive smile caused Michelle to blush at the implication he made with just his name.
"Well, Spike." She briefly tested the name out on her tongue, "thank you for asking me to dance."
"Pleasure's all mine luv." He felt her body tremble slightly under his fingers. It was nice to know that he could still make a girl nervous. They continued to dance slowly against each other, his fingers flirted with the skin at her waist. Her head rested against his cheek and the smell of lilacs assaulted him. A feeling of lust passed though him and he leaned down and kissed her neck. A gasp caught in her throat as his lips lingered on her skin.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," he whispered in her ear.
"You don't know her anymore?" She asked, continued to rest against him.
"Not anymore. I haven't seen her in a long time." The slower dance ended and led into a sultry song with a quick beat. Spike continued to dance slowly with Michelle, despite the quick rhythm. Without thinking he pressed his lips against hers. He wanted her and thinking only caused problems. Slowly the passion grew before he pulled away.
"Let's get out of here," he said against her lips, slowly leading her towards the door. Her green eyes were glazed and she followed without a protest.
"Where are you going to take me?" She asked as she let him pull her out of the club to his car.
"A small motel nearby." Michelle nodded and entered his car through the door he had opened for her.
The last thing on his mind, as he drove Michelle to the motel, was Buffy. Maybe he could forget for a night. Maybe.
TBC.
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wolf116: I know that the duster probably wouldn't still be around, but I just couldn't stand to see it go. I love that thing. And I hope you enjoyed the Spike filled chapter. It isn't much of a Spuffy story yet but it'll get there. I wouldn't write any other kind of ending. ;)
Amanda Lord: I'm glad that you love the story, and having it compared to Isabelle's '100 Years' is unbelievably flattering. Thank you.
Coquine: Strangely I don't even like these kind of stories all that much, but the idea was calling to me. So I guess that's way I'm trying to make it a little more different and original. I hope that you continue to like it!
spike wuvs buffy: Now that I know that many people are addicted to this story I'll have to make sure to keep on writing and update as often as possible. I'm glad that you're enjoying this fic.
Chase: Don't worry about being too pushy. It'll probably make me write quicker. And I'm glad that you like this story that much, makes me feel all fuzzy.
Darklover: I'm glad that you like it. ;)
Dark Lulu: It is sad now, but remember, I don't believe in unhappy endings.
Feral-beast: I'm glad that you're enjoying it!
Ashleigh: Good to know that you approve of my Buffy-speak. And wouldn't you sleep in Spike's duster if you had it? I would prefer Spike IN the duster, but you take what you can get, right? You like angst too! That makes me happy. ;)
Jessica: Here is the next chapter! Obviously..
A/N: Ok.. *sighs* For the most part each chapter is written out, and all I have to do is type them. I just started college so I'll do my best to update as often as possible. Please be patient with me. *Gives all reviewers Spike hugs*
Summary: After the events of Seeing Red, Spike left for Africa. He got rid of the chip and he never came back.. Buffy doesn't have it any better. One of Willow's spells gone wrong caused Buffy to become immortal. Now she has to deal with the loneliness of immortality.
A/N: This is a Spuffy fic. so please have some faith in me, it'll be a while before all the pieces of this story fit into place. This story will have angst. consider yourself warned. I also rated this story R for the language and some of the content. It could be PG-13, but I don't want to risk it. And I know the title is dumb, but I couldn't think of anything else. I'll update as often as possible, school's got me pretty busy. So don't get too mad if it takes a while for updates. And as I said before, I've never been to San Francisco, so if I got it wrong I give you my apologies.
I'd like to thank my best friend Fearless for supporting this story. She wanted to see Spike redeem himself chipless and soulless. And so that's what I'm giving her. Hope you like it, babe.
Chapter 3 ~ Seeing Red ~
The music in the club was deafening and it pulsed rhythmically throughout Spike's body. The beat was quick and it vibrated throughout the room. The club was heavy with smoke, alcohol, and sexual energy. He watched the people dance erotically against each other from his location at a nearby table. His long, graceful fingers encircled the shot glass that was positioned in front of him, boredom radiated off of him in waves. The San Francisco night life tended to be wild, invigorating, and irrational. He wouldn't be bored for long.
Spike didn't usually go to clubs, because they reminded him of the Bronze. And the Bronze reminded him of Buffy. But every once in a while the sleazy, rundown bar scene became too repetitive and he needed something new.
Occasionally he found that he eyes would stray to the young blondes on the dance floor. He would unconsciously look for her, no matter how long it had been since the last time he saw her. That's just the way the game's played. He saluted his glass to the fucked up world and took a mouthful of tequila. The burning liquid seared his throat all the way down to his stomach where it began to smolder.
The music stopped briefly, only the chatter of the dancers could be heard before the next track started. People shuffled around the room to different positions on the dance floor. Old friends talked to each other, and new relationships began. That's when he spotted her.
He looked up and saw someone he had forgotten about. 'No, it couldn't be..' His heart jumped in his throat and he felt the boredom leave his body like smoke. The bubbly woman danced lively to the music, her long, red, wavy hair swung from side to side. A bright smile covered her face.
It couldn't be Willow, could it?
Spike counted the years and decades since he last saw her in his brain. The definite realization that she wasn't Willow hurt his heart. A daughter? Granddaughter? The resemblance was striking. He found that he couldn't take his eyes off of her. It was almost like he was coming home. Just the sight of her did that to him. What would it be like to touch her? Talk to her? Fuck her against the wall? Hold her?
She danced without a care in the world. She laughed at life rather than life laughing at her. She wasn't Buffy.. but she was close enough. He felt an ache for this Willow look alike that he hadn't felt in a long time. It didn't really have much to do with the fact that she looked like Willow. It was more the familiarity of her that he started to crave. For a small moment in time he forgot about Buffy. Even for only a night. Maybe that's all he needed for now.. to completely forget her for a night.
The cute redhead blushed when she noticed the intense gaze directed towards her. She quirked her lips in a half smile and turned her burning face from his view. His heart melted al little from seeing the innocence that the girl possessed. Most of the women he went home with, or hoped to go home with, were kinky enough to almost make him blush..almost.
The waitress approached his table, a suggestive smile lingered on her face as her eyes traveled across his body. Spike ordered another shot of tequila, then he centered his attention on his new fascination. The waitress' smile turned to a pout as she sulked back to the bar. The brunette waitress was a sure fuck, Spike wasn't blind, but he wanted a challenge. The shot of tequila appeared in front of him. His hand grabbed the shot glass and brought it to his lips. The familiar burn comforted... his savior from loneliness.
"You just going to stare all night? Or are you going to ask my friend to dance?" Spike looked up to find a tall blond standing in front of his table. Her green eyes questioned his motives and warned him with a slight glare. Impatience got the best of her and she began tapping her foot in a quick staccato.
Spike rose from his chair, looked pointedly at the blond, then strode across the club to the red-head's location. He chuckled slightly at the immaturity of having the girl's friend come ask him for a dance with the girl. It made this girl seem more like Willow than she previously had. As he approached her she turned to look up at him. The trusting smile that she gave him melted and broke his heart all in one moment. He forced himself to close the walls that hid his heart and emotions. He couldn't ever let anyone in again. He didn't want to hurt anymore.
"Would you like to dance luv?" His voice and smile were both smooth, accent rich. He reached out and took her hand into his own, a blush stained her cheeks. He led her to an open spot in the far off corner of the club. There was just enough room for them both to dance comfortably. He pulled her close, hands clasped tightly around her waist. Her hands linked behind his neck, her eyes focused on his. The melody playing was haunting and tragic. 'The story of my life', Spike thought bitterly. A smile remained on his face.
"What's your name luv?" He had leaned forward, his lips touched her ear in a slight caress. Shivers sped up and down his spine when she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Michelle. My name's Michelle. What's yours?" She pulled back and looked him in the eyes once again, smile blazing. He fought the strong urge to introduce himself as William. Something about her brought out the human in him. He briefly thought of Buffy, and the way she would call William when no one was around, but then pushed thoughts of her out of his mind. 'Just for tonight', he thought, 'it won't be about Buffy tonight.'
"'M name's Spike." His sexy smirk and suggestive smile caused Michelle to blush at the implication he made with just his name.
"Well, Spike." She briefly tested the name out on her tongue, "thank you for asking me to dance."
"Pleasure's all mine luv." He felt her body tremble slightly under his fingers. It was nice to know that he could still make a girl nervous. They continued to dance slowly against each other, his fingers flirted with the skin at her waist. Her head rested against his cheek and the smell of lilacs assaulted him. A feeling of lust passed though him and he leaned down and kissed her neck. A gasp caught in her throat as his lips lingered on her skin.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," he whispered in her ear.
"You don't know her anymore?" She asked, continued to rest against him.
"Not anymore. I haven't seen her in a long time." The slower dance ended and led into a sultry song with a quick beat. Spike continued to dance slowly with Michelle, despite the quick rhythm. Without thinking he pressed his lips against hers. He wanted her and thinking only caused problems. Slowly the passion grew before he pulled away.
"Let's get out of here," he said against her lips, slowly leading her towards the door. Her green eyes were glazed and she followed without a protest.
"Where are you going to take me?" She asked as she let him pull her out of the club to his car.
"A small motel nearby." Michelle nodded and entered his car through the door he had opened for her.
The last thing on his mind, as he drove Michelle to the motel, was Buffy. Maybe he could forget for a night. Maybe.
TBC.
~~~***~~~
wolf116: I know that the duster probably wouldn't still be around, but I just couldn't stand to see it go. I love that thing. And I hope you enjoyed the Spike filled chapter. It isn't much of a Spuffy story yet but it'll get there. I wouldn't write any other kind of ending. ;)
Amanda Lord: I'm glad that you love the story, and having it compared to Isabelle's '100 Years' is unbelievably flattering. Thank you.
Coquine: Strangely I don't even like these kind of stories all that much, but the idea was calling to me. So I guess that's way I'm trying to make it a little more different and original. I hope that you continue to like it!
spike wuvs buffy: Now that I know that many people are addicted to this story I'll have to make sure to keep on writing and update as often as possible. I'm glad that you're enjoying this fic.
Chase: Don't worry about being too pushy. It'll probably make me write quicker. And I'm glad that you like this story that much, makes me feel all fuzzy.
Darklover: I'm glad that you like it. ;)
Dark Lulu: It is sad now, but remember, I don't believe in unhappy endings.
Feral-beast: I'm glad that you're enjoying it!
Ashleigh: Good to know that you approve of my Buffy-speak. And wouldn't you sleep in Spike's duster if you had it? I would prefer Spike IN the duster, but you take what you can get, right? You like angst too! That makes me happy. ;)
Jessica: Here is the next chapter! Obviously..
A/N: Ok.. *sighs* For the most part each chapter is written out, and all I have to do is type them. I just started college so I'll do my best to update as often as possible. Please be patient with me. *Gives all reviewers Spike hugs*