Tank Ya 2 Marken, KCL, and Luv 6687 ( yay I got the numbers right) Also, the song Is "Girl all the bad Guyz Want" By Bowling for Soup, and I don't own it... wish I did because that song rocks... Eh hem..
Right-o, onto the fic
Chapter 8
Spike's POV
After threatening tons of vampires, and repeatedly ordering his minions to try to find the Bronze, Spike had the location of the
place he was going to meet his Buffy. "Not your Buffy, mate, just Buffy, no your attached." Spike said, trying to get himself out of the habit of
calling her his. However, his annoying little "voice" just kept snickering at him, and he had to resist to urge to bang his head against the door
or wall. It was the night he was supposed to meet Buffy, and he was dying to go kill someone. But he didn't think that would win over a girl
sworn to protect the world very quickly, so he decided to for go that idea. He arrived at the Bronze late, cursing himself for having fallen
asleep. He had wanted to get there early to see how Buffy acted around non-fangy types that were her friends. "Less Slayer-y and more
Valley probably." He thought, disgusted that all the girls in California were all stereotypical and if they weren't they pretended they were. He
decided that even if he couldn't get there early, he could at least watch Buffy some before he made his grand appearance. He got up on the
cat walks above the dance floor, trying to find Buffy, when he spotted her with a brunette teenage boy and a red headed girl. Spike felt a
surge of jealousy go through him when he saw the brunette start tickling Buffy. "I wonder if Buffy would be mad at me for tearing off that
whelp's arms?" Spike thought, amusing himself for a while imagining the boy pleading with him, right before he snapped his neck. Spike,
however, knew that wouldn't happen, since Buffy would get in staking mood if he killed a nameless, faceless homeless guy so the chances of
her not torturing him indefinitely for killing one of her mates was slim and more probably none. He turned his attention back to where the
blonde girl had been, only to find her weaving her way through the crowd and onto the dance floor as a song came up that she seemed to
know. It wasn't the type of song that Spike would've pegged her to like, but nothing else about this girl was normal so why should her taste
in music be normal? The first strings of the song came on, and as Buffy began dancing Spike could feel his eyes bulge among other parts of
him. "She keeps dancing like that and she'll have more than she bargained for." He thought, trying to will his erection away, but accidentally
looked back to the dance floor and saw his little blonde goddess swaying to the rock song.
8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin' To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me. Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring, She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means. And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing. She doesn't notice
me! Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in her eyes. It's like a bad movie She is lookin'
through me If you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!
Buffy lifted her arms above her head, and began moving her hips to song. Spike moaned aloud as her saw some of her tan stomach, then
growled as he saw the brown haired whelp grabbing his Buffy. "What did we say about possessiveness Spikey?" "Bugger off" Spike told his
inner voice, and went back to watching Buffy. She had began moving her head side to side now, but it seemed appropriate for the tiny girl
during this song to head bang, as weird as that sounded. The red head, Buffy and the whelp had all began a three way dance traingle, or
circle, or whatever. Spike's brain couldn't process anything past his Slayer dancing erotically (innocently to her) to a song that Spike himself
listened to. Even the song itself described Buffy, she seemed to attract bad guys from what his sources told him. She had dated a boy who
wanted to sell her out to vampires just so he could be turned, and she also had a spot for guys like that it seemed, since her dating list all
contained less than worthy guys, but of course any guy wasn't worthy of her in Spike's mind. Except himself, of course.
She likes the godsmack and I like agent orange Her cd changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad She says she'd like to score some
reefer and a forty She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She'll never notice me! Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in her eyes She likes 'e
with a mustache Racetrack season pass Drivin' in a Trans-Am Does a mullet make a man? It's like a bad movie She is lookin' through me If
you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want. She's the girl all
the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want!
He saw Buffy leave the dance floor, and watched as she began looking around as though searching for someone. Spike realized that she probably thought he was
late, as he had been sitting up there for more than 30 minutes. "Shit" He swore, than began to saunter down the stairs, because there was no way he would be caught
looking anything but suave and collected in front of this girl. "Funny, that's how your supposed to feel about Drusilla, not some Slayer who your destined to kill. "
Spike's inner voice mused, and Spike decided to save it's comment for a later time, and instead focus on the blonde beauty in front of him at the moment.
There she goes again With fishnets on, and dreadlocks in her hair She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated All I wanted was to see her naked! Now I am watchin' wrestling Tryin' to be a tough guy Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in my eyes I can't grow a mustache And I ain't got no season pass All I got's a moped...moped....moped..... It's like a bad movie She is lookin' through me If you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want. She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! (There she goes again) She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! (There she goes again) She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want!
Spike sneaked up behind her, and tapped her softly on the shoulder. Buffy turned halfway, giving Spike about a fifth of her attention as she kept looking for , well,
him.
"Looking for someone, gorgeous?" Spike purred, amused that she hadn't noticed it was him. He was also a bit scared, because if she didn't recognize a vampire
coming up behind her, what chance did she have of staying alive long?
"Uh huh, right. Sorry Buddy forgot my number. There is a group of girls in here somewhere, go ask them." Buffy replied, still searching. It seemed she had answered
questions like this before. Spike's blood began to boil as he thought about other men daring to come onto her. She was so pure, and good, and righteous, and no
man was good enough for her, except him and that was only because he was him. (Confusing much? Yeah, I know, but it's like 12 oclock at Nite.. gimme a break for
spelling stuff and other things that don't make sense.) "Really? Because I was more looking for your blood type, not your number." Spike teased, wondering if even
that would get a reaction out of her. It did. She spun around, stake in hand, ready to dust anything that came too close to her neck. When she saw who it was, Buffy
lowered the stake, but her eyes narrowed in anger.
"You, you, pig! Do you enjoy annoying me?" She sputtered out, still shocked at herself for being caught off guard and a bit apprehensive thinking about how close
she had been to death. "Pig? Oh pet, I'm hurt. And here I thought I was special to you." Spike said, smirking at the girl who was obviously flustered with his sudden
appearance. "You told me to come here if I wanted to talk, I'm here, let's talk."
"But, I was, You... fine." Buffy tried to say, then gave up, shoulders slumping and her arms indicating for him to lead her somewhere. Spike led them over to a private
booth, not wanting tobe interrupted, and secretly enjoying the envious glances sent his way by hromone driven high school and college guys. "Like anything to eat or
drink, luv?" Spike asked, being courteous. Buffy shook her head, so Spike ordered himself some things.
"So pet, ready to talk?"
"About what?"
"Oh, this and that. Your past years, your BECOMING THE BLOODY SLAYER!!" Spike said, raising his voice on the last part. Buffy visibly flinched at his loud
voice, but Spike was beyond caring. He kept ranting about her decieving him, not letting her get a word in until she finally just covered his mouth and began talking,
slowly, as though to a little kid.
"I didn't chose to be the slayer. It happens Spike. I didn't deceive you, because whenever I had met you I wasn't the slayer yet. So, everything you just said is
completely false." Spike was about to comment when he was interrupted by a youthful voice belonging to "the whelp" as Spike had not so fondly nicknamed the
brunette boy.
"Hey Buff, you forgot to come back. What, get lost on your way to the dance floor?" He joked. "No Xander, I was just, catching up on old times." Buffy said,
smiling affectionately atXander, causing Spike to feel a hot swoop of anger in his stomach. At the mentionof old times, Xander looked Spike's way, and Spike
smirked, saying casually." Yeah, whelp. Talking to the lady. Mind leaving? It's a private conversation." Xander, or the whelp, began to puff up and Spike was
reminded of a bull frog, oddly enough. (very oddly, but like I said before, it's late. the elves that run my mind are doing the wacky thoughts program that's usually
saved for my dreams Sorry!) Spike got up, ready to pup the whelp in the face, hard, and Xander also began to walk closer to the bleached man. Buffy, sensing the
fight, jumped up to stop them, but not before Spike had sent Xander crashing into a wall for trying to hit him.
Right-o, onto the fic
Chapter 8
Spike's POV
After threatening tons of vampires, and repeatedly ordering his minions to try to find the Bronze, Spike had the location of the
place he was going to meet his Buffy. "Not your Buffy, mate, just Buffy, no your attached." Spike said, trying to get himself out of the habit of
calling her his. However, his annoying little "voice" just kept snickering at him, and he had to resist to urge to bang his head against the door
or wall. It was the night he was supposed to meet Buffy, and he was dying to go kill someone. But he didn't think that would win over a girl
sworn to protect the world very quickly, so he decided to for go that idea. He arrived at the Bronze late, cursing himself for having fallen
asleep. He had wanted to get there early to see how Buffy acted around non-fangy types that were her friends. "Less Slayer-y and more
Valley probably." He thought, disgusted that all the girls in California were all stereotypical and if they weren't they pretended they were. He
decided that even if he couldn't get there early, he could at least watch Buffy some before he made his grand appearance. He got up on the
cat walks above the dance floor, trying to find Buffy, when he spotted her with a brunette teenage boy and a red headed girl. Spike felt a
surge of jealousy go through him when he saw the brunette start tickling Buffy. "I wonder if Buffy would be mad at me for tearing off that
whelp's arms?" Spike thought, amusing himself for a while imagining the boy pleading with him, right before he snapped his neck. Spike,
however, knew that wouldn't happen, since Buffy would get in staking mood if he killed a nameless, faceless homeless guy so the chances of
her not torturing him indefinitely for killing one of her mates was slim and more probably none. He turned his attention back to where the
blonde girl had been, only to find her weaving her way through the crowd and onto the dance floor as a song came up that she seemed to
know. It wasn't the type of song that Spike would've pegged her to like, but nothing else about this girl was normal so why should her taste
in music be normal? The first strings of the song came on, and as Buffy began dancing Spike could feel his eyes bulge among other parts of
him. "She keeps dancing like that and she'll have more than she bargained for." He thought, trying to will his erection away, but accidentally
looked back to the dance floor and saw his little blonde goddess swaying to the rock song.
8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin' To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me. Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring, She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means. And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing. She doesn't notice
me! Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in her eyes. It's like a bad movie She is lookin'
through me If you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!
Buffy lifted her arms above her head, and began moving her hips to song. Spike moaned aloud as her saw some of her tan stomach, then
growled as he saw the brown haired whelp grabbing his Buffy. "What did we say about possessiveness Spikey?" "Bugger off" Spike told his
inner voice, and went back to watching Buffy. She had began moving her head side to side now, but it seemed appropriate for the tiny girl
during this song to head bang, as weird as that sounded. The red head, Buffy and the whelp had all began a three way dance traingle, or
circle, or whatever. Spike's brain couldn't process anything past his Slayer dancing erotically (innocently to her) to a song that Spike himself
listened to. Even the song itself described Buffy, she seemed to attract bad guys from what his sources told him. She had dated a boy who
wanted to sell her out to vampires just so he could be turned, and she also had a spot for guys like that it seemed, since her dating list all
contained less than worthy guys, but of course any guy wasn't worthy of her in Spike's mind. Except himself, of course.
She likes the godsmack and I like agent orange Her cd changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad She says she'd like to score some
reefer and a forty She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have And when she walks, All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She'll never notice me! Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in her eyes She likes 'e
with a mustache Racetrack season pass Drivin' in a Trans-Am Does a mullet make a man? It's like a bad movie She is lookin' through me If
you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want. She's the girl all
the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want!
He saw Buffy leave the dance floor, and watched as she began looking around as though searching for someone. Spike realized that she probably thought he was
late, as he had been sitting up there for more than 30 minutes. "Shit" He swore, than began to saunter down the stairs, because there was no way he would be caught
looking anything but suave and collected in front of this girl. "Funny, that's how your supposed to feel about Drusilla, not some Slayer who your destined to kill. "
Spike's inner voice mused, and Spike decided to save it's comment for a later time, and instead focus on the blonde beauty in front of him at the moment.
There she goes again With fishnets on, and dreadlocks in her hair She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated All I wanted was to see her naked! Now I am watchin' wrestling Tryin' to be a tough guy Listenin' to rap metal Turntables in my eyes I can't grow a mustache And I ain't got no season pass All I got's a moped...moped....moped..... It's like a bad movie She is lookin' through me If you were me, then you'd be Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" As I fail miserably, Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want. She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! (There she goes again) She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want! (There she goes again) She's the girl all the bad guys want! She's the girl all the bad guys want!
Spike sneaked up behind her, and tapped her softly on the shoulder. Buffy turned halfway, giving Spike about a fifth of her attention as she kept looking for , well,
him.
"Looking for someone, gorgeous?" Spike purred, amused that she hadn't noticed it was him. He was also a bit scared, because if she didn't recognize a vampire
coming up behind her, what chance did she have of staying alive long?
"Uh huh, right. Sorry Buddy forgot my number. There is a group of girls in here somewhere, go ask them." Buffy replied, still searching. It seemed she had answered
questions like this before. Spike's blood began to boil as he thought about other men daring to come onto her. She was so pure, and good, and righteous, and no
man was good enough for her, except him and that was only because he was him. (Confusing much? Yeah, I know, but it's like 12 oclock at Nite.. gimme a break for
spelling stuff and other things that don't make sense.) "Really? Because I was more looking for your blood type, not your number." Spike teased, wondering if even
that would get a reaction out of her. It did. She spun around, stake in hand, ready to dust anything that came too close to her neck. When she saw who it was, Buffy
lowered the stake, but her eyes narrowed in anger.
"You, you, pig! Do you enjoy annoying me?" She sputtered out, still shocked at herself for being caught off guard and a bit apprehensive thinking about how close
she had been to death. "Pig? Oh pet, I'm hurt. And here I thought I was special to you." Spike said, smirking at the girl who was obviously flustered with his sudden
appearance. "You told me to come here if I wanted to talk, I'm here, let's talk."
"But, I was, You... fine." Buffy tried to say, then gave up, shoulders slumping and her arms indicating for him to lead her somewhere. Spike led them over to a private
booth, not wanting tobe interrupted, and secretly enjoying the envious glances sent his way by hromone driven high school and college guys. "Like anything to eat or
drink, luv?" Spike asked, being courteous. Buffy shook her head, so Spike ordered himself some things.
"So pet, ready to talk?"
"About what?"
"Oh, this and that. Your past years, your BECOMING THE BLOODY SLAYER!!" Spike said, raising his voice on the last part. Buffy visibly flinched at his loud
voice, but Spike was beyond caring. He kept ranting about her decieving him, not letting her get a word in until she finally just covered his mouth and began talking,
slowly, as though to a little kid.
"I didn't chose to be the slayer. It happens Spike. I didn't deceive you, because whenever I had met you I wasn't the slayer yet. So, everything you just said is
completely false." Spike was about to comment when he was interrupted by a youthful voice belonging to "the whelp" as Spike had not so fondly nicknamed the
brunette boy.
"Hey Buff, you forgot to come back. What, get lost on your way to the dance floor?" He joked. "No Xander, I was just, catching up on old times." Buffy said,
smiling affectionately atXander, causing Spike to feel a hot swoop of anger in his stomach. At the mentionof old times, Xander looked Spike's way, and Spike
smirked, saying casually." Yeah, whelp. Talking to the lady. Mind leaving? It's a private conversation." Xander, or the whelp, began to puff up and Spike was
reminded of a bull frog, oddly enough. (very oddly, but like I said before, it's late. the elves that run my mind are doing the wacky thoughts program that's usually
saved for my dreams Sorry!) Spike got up, ready to pup the whelp in the face, hard, and Xander also began to walk closer to the bleached man. Buffy, sensing the
fight, jumped up to stop them, but not before Spike had sent Xander crashing into a wall for trying to hit him.