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Manchester United or Arsenal or the players in those teams. If only I did,
I guess I'll just have to keep dreaming.
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Buffy made her way through the row and ended up in the aisle, which was filled with many people trying to make their way out of there, to go to the restrooms or to buy something. The crowd jostled around her, as she tried to move forward she felt a shove, which caused her to stumble. Regaining her balance, she whirled around to see who had pushed her, but to her disappointment the person was no longer there. More people were coming up the stairs now. Sighing, she turned around to face the front but suddenly felt her senses start reacting. Vampires. She could sense them, she didn't know how many but they were there.
"Just great," she murmured.
How was she going to kill them in front of thousands of people? She couldn't do that, it would really freak people out. Attention was something she did not need at the moment, this was supposed to be another normal date. She glanced ahead trying to sense who among the crowd was a vamp. Sensing no vampires ahead of her, she turned and walked down the steps, passing through the forming line and stopped, looking out for any suspicious activity. A second later she spotted three guys in large coats approaching the barricade that separated the stadium seats from the pitch. She concentrated and sensed that they were vampires. She took off, half- walking half-running down the steps, but when she got there they had already managed to climb the fence. Securities were coming from opposite directions, quickly she managed to climb the fence, and landed neatly on her feet.
She ran towards the south end of the field where the three vamps were heading. So much for the subtle approach, she thought, as she was running. Securities were chasing them, but the vampires had already managed to enter through the opening at the end of the field, which lead to the locker rooms. The crowd of fans were shouting and pointing, at the display of four people being chased by the securities.
"Looks like we got a bunch of crazed fans tonight. Not quite unexpected though is it? Someone's bound to create quite a stir of things," The man Spike had come to know as Steve noted.
Spike looked out across the field, but he could no longer see the fans, who had obviously gotten past the guards and had entered the locker room of the players.
Buffy knocked a guard down as she entered the building. "Sorry," she yelled back, as she kept running. She had to stop guards, if she expected to get any chance of getting near the vamps. They didn't know what they were up against. Guns were not enough when dealing with the living undead. The vamps were still a small distance ahead and had made a turn entering a room, which had an open door. Buffy slipped in quietly, finding that the vamps were no where in sight. She heard some voices, and managed to see that this was where the Manchester United players, were stationed. She immediately dived to the floor and hid behind a large object, which she guessed was either the trash can or where the players placed their dirty clothes. 'At least, I'm not hiding inside it,' she thought, as she moved towards the edge of the object, trying to see what was going on.
The vampires had not made any move as far as she could tell, and they weren't even near the players. "Let's go," she heard someone say, who she assumed was the coach, from the way he seemed to generate authority. From the way he was dressed, in a suit, you would not have been able to tell he was in charge of the team. The team stood up, and proceeded to leave the room, following their coach.
Just as almost all the players had cleared out, only two remained. "Come on now, let's go. What are you waiting for?" Nistelrooy asked his blonde haired team mate.
"You go ahead, I'll be there in just a minute. Just need to check something," The other man replied.
Nistelrooy nodded and left the room. The longish blond haired man reached for his cell phone in his bag, when three figures appeared from behind.
"Hello mate," the taller of the three greeted him.
The Manchester United player turned around and looked at them. "What are you doing 'ere? Where is security? Did security let you in?"
"I'm your biggest fan," the dark haired one said. "How about an autograph? Please, David. I know all 'bout your career and I would really 'ppreciate it if you signed my.." he looked around and found a football (soccer ball) on the ground. "football."
The player took out a pen from his bag. "I'll sign it, but I really have to go, so I'll get security to escort you out, alright?"
"I don't think we'll be needing security to escort us," the shortest guy with red hair said.
He laughed, and then his face along with that of his companions, shifted into that of a deformed human, with golden eyes. David stared at them in utter disgust. As they tried to approach him, he backed away, bumping into the nearby bench.
"Your right, you won't be needing security to escort you out. You'll be needing the cleaning crew to sweep up your ashes." Buffy emerged from her hiding place, holding a stake.
The vampires eyed the stake warily. "Who are you?" The tall guy asked.
"I'm the Slayer nice to meet you. Let me introduce you to my pal Mr. Pointy, see he doesn't like it when vampires don't play nice with soccer players."
" Footballers," the red haired one corrected her..
"Well whatever, your still not playing nice," She mule kicked the closest vampire, the red haired one, and then proceeded to punch the taller vampire.
In less than a minute she had taken care of the tall vamp. Next, she grabbed one of the balls on the ground and hit the dark haired vamp with it. "Think fast," she yelled, as the ball hit the vampire, knocking him to the ground.
Buffy turned quickly, landing a punch at the red haired vamp's face. Growling, the vamp raised his arms and grabbed her hands, twisting them behind her back. She struggled against the vampires hold, and broke free seconds later, only to receive a kick to the head that sent her smashing into the bench, where the Man U player was still seated. He moved out of the way before she could crash into him.
"Sorry," she apologized, standing up.
She grabbed a towel from the bench and threw at the charging vampire. The vampire froze in confusion and tried to pull the towel away from his face. Buffy drove her stake, into the vamp's heart, causing him to explode into a cloud of ashes. She walked over to the last vamp, who was just about to get up, apparently she had thrown the ball so hard it had almost knocked him out completely. She kicked him as he tried to scramble up, sending him to the floor again. He too was dust a moment later.
She dusted her hands off and placed her stake inside her jacket. She walked over to the player who was sitting on the bench, amazed at what he had just witnessed.
"Are you okay Mr. Uh, was it David?" Buffy asked.
The man nodded. "Yes, it's David Beckham. A-and I'm fine thank you, at least I think I am. I.. Thanks for everything. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here. I don't know how to thank you."
"Oh, it was no big. Well, I better go. I think the game started already." Buffy said, heading for the door. "And I think they need you."
"Wait, here." He grabbed the football and his pen. Once he finished signing it, he gave it to Buffy. "It's the only thanks I can give you now. Maybe later, I'll give you something more as a reward."
Buffy raised her hand, as if to stop him. "It's okay, really. I think the best thanks would be for you to get out there and win the game." Buffy said, looking at the signature on the shiny surface of the ball.
A guard appeared at the door, with his gun raised. "Miss, you'll have to come with us." Several more guards came from behind him.
"It's okay," David told the guards. "I owe so much to this young lady. Just let her return to her seat and let her watch the game."
The guards seemed hesitant, but then followed orders, after David gave them an explanation, with help from Buffy to make it seem plausible of what had occurred.. Of course, David wasn't actually aware at what exactly had he just witnessed. The guards escorted her to her seat, through the proper way, not through the way she had used.
Buffy quickly made her way through the row, and sat next to her boyfriend.
"What took you so long?" Spike asked. "Got lost on the way to the loo?"
"No, it's just that I had had to make a little detour." She watched him curiously.
Hadn't he seen her chasing after the those guys across the field? She was guessing that he hadn't.
"To the gift shop?" Spike asked, nodding to the ball she held in her hands.
"Oh this, it's a little souvenir from said detour. I'll explain it later. So what about the game?" Buffy asked.
"There's been a delay. Don't know why, something 'bout Beckham being in the locker room. Somethin' must be wrong or why isn't he down 'ere? Hope he isn't hurt, the game's not over yet."
"Ooh look the game's starting. And see there's Beckham," Buffy pointed to the field, where the players were gathering. The number seven, Beckham, had just touched the ball, passing it to one of his team mates to start the game.
"You know who Beckham is?" Spike asked incredulous.
"Well sort of, see.."
"You know him 'cause of Dawn right? She used to like the Spice girls didn't she? I think she told me 'bout it one time. Anyway, Beckham's the husband of that well dressed one, Victoria."
"I know her. That's her husband? Who knew?" Spike looked at her confused. Before he could ask any questions she added. "Um, I'll explain later k?"
Spike turned his attention to the game, and so did Buffy, who was trying to enjoy it, after dealing with Slayery stuff.
Twenty minutes of the game had gone by, when the referee called a foul, and a free kick was awarded to Manchester United. Beckham received the ball from an Arsenal player and placed it on the ground, readying himself to kick the ball. The home fans cheered. The referee rang his whistle, and Beckham kicked the ball, which curved over the barrier of players standing in front of the goal, and entered the goal through the left side. The keeper barely touched it as it grazed his fingers lightly before it went pass him, it wasn't enough to stop the ball and he fell on the ground empty handed, with the ball behind him in the net.
The crowd was suddenly alive, cheering and applauding, at their team. Spike jumped from his seat, along with Steve and the rest of the crowd, applauding furiously and grinning madly.
"Good ol' Beckham, I knew he'd score." Steve said.
" 'Course he would. He's only the best free kick taker in the world," Spike said.
The game was played fast but no goals would come, the crowd was not happy. The air was thick with tension, that so much a wrong comment, arguments would break lose amongst some fans. With only five minutes left before regular game time ended, Manchester United took control of the ball. On the eighty-ninth minute, the crowd erupted into a fit, completely filled with glory. Paul Scholes had scored the winning goal, in a goal set up by Beckham. The players raced towards the sidelines hugging the bench players and coach. Confetti, streamers, and balloons rained down on the grounds, showering the players.
Later on Buffy was opening her hotel room door, while Spike was examining the ball she had received from Beckham.
"This is a replica ball with Becks' signature isn't it?" Spike asked, as he noticed the player's signature on the ball.
Buffy opened the door and turned to him. "No, it's actually his real signature." Buffy quickly explained the events that occurred. Spike stared at the ball, amazed like a little boy who had just received something from Christmas or something from a favorite band.
"T-t-his is an actual autographed ball by David Beckham?" Spike asked
Buffy nodded. His eyes were still glued to the ball. Buffy almost burst out laughing but managed to control it.
"You could have it if you want," Buffy offered.
Spike's eyes seemed to have lit up in that moment. "Really? You'd actually give it to me?" Then as if catching himself, he added. "Not that I'd want it of course, it's just a ball and besides you deserve it after saving his skin. After all Man U wouldn't have won the tile if it weren't for you keeping Becks from being vamp food."
"No, I couldn't keep it after all I just couldn't appreciate it as much as you would." Buffy replied.
"What are you talkin' 'bout?"
"I know you want it, just keep it."
"Thanks," he said.
He leaned forward and kissed her. Gentle at first, then it turned into a passionate burning kiss. Dropping the ball, he placed one of his arms on the small of her back, while the other one was smashing her mouth even more closer to his. She whimpered as he pulled away only for an instant until she regained her breath, then he immediately claimed her mouth, causing her to moan. After a few minutes of fleeting touches, moans, and kisses, Spike managed to kick the ball in the room and pull Buffy alongside him, closing the door behind him.
A/N: Well Cordelia-lolly since I can't give you Becks, this is the best I can do. Yeah I know not good enough, but oh well. I know that Beckham is no longer at Manchester United, but he is in my story. I would have liked it better if he stayed at Man U, but either way lol I'm not a fan of either team.
Feedback: Please review it's what keeps me writing. Thank you so much to all those reviewers, I love you guys.
Buffy made her way through the row and ended up in the aisle, which was filled with many people trying to make their way out of there, to go to the restrooms or to buy something. The crowd jostled around her, as she tried to move forward she felt a shove, which caused her to stumble. Regaining her balance, she whirled around to see who had pushed her, but to her disappointment the person was no longer there. More people were coming up the stairs now. Sighing, she turned around to face the front but suddenly felt her senses start reacting. Vampires. She could sense them, she didn't know how many but they were there.
"Just great," she murmured.
How was she going to kill them in front of thousands of people? She couldn't do that, it would really freak people out. Attention was something she did not need at the moment, this was supposed to be another normal date. She glanced ahead trying to sense who among the crowd was a vamp. Sensing no vampires ahead of her, she turned and walked down the steps, passing through the forming line and stopped, looking out for any suspicious activity. A second later she spotted three guys in large coats approaching the barricade that separated the stadium seats from the pitch. She concentrated and sensed that they were vampires. She took off, half- walking half-running down the steps, but when she got there they had already managed to climb the fence. Securities were coming from opposite directions, quickly she managed to climb the fence, and landed neatly on her feet.
She ran towards the south end of the field where the three vamps were heading. So much for the subtle approach, she thought, as she was running. Securities were chasing them, but the vampires had already managed to enter through the opening at the end of the field, which lead to the locker rooms. The crowd of fans were shouting and pointing, at the display of four people being chased by the securities.
"Looks like we got a bunch of crazed fans tonight. Not quite unexpected though is it? Someone's bound to create quite a stir of things," The man Spike had come to know as Steve noted.
Spike looked out across the field, but he could no longer see the fans, who had obviously gotten past the guards and had entered the locker room of the players.
Buffy knocked a guard down as she entered the building. "Sorry," she yelled back, as she kept running. She had to stop guards, if she expected to get any chance of getting near the vamps. They didn't know what they were up against. Guns were not enough when dealing with the living undead. The vamps were still a small distance ahead and had made a turn entering a room, which had an open door. Buffy slipped in quietly, finding that the vamps were no where in sight. She heard some voices, and managed to see that this was where the Manchester United players, were stationed. She immediately dived to the floor and hid behind a large object, which she guessed was either the trash can or where the players placed their dirty clothes. 'At least, I'm not hiding inside it,' she thought, as she moved towards the edge of the object, trying to see what was going on.
The vampires had not made any move as far as she could tell, and they weren't even near the players. "Let's go," she heard someone say, who she assumed was the coach, from the way he seemed to generate authority. From the way he was dressed, in a suit, you would not have been able to tell he was in charge of the team. The team stood up, and proceeded to leave the room, following their coach.
Just as almost all the players had cleared out, only two remained. "Come on now, let's go. What are you waiting for?" Nistelrooy asked his blonde haired team mate.
"You go ahead, I'll be there in just a minute. Just need to check something," The other man replied.
Nistelrooy nodded and left the room. The longish blond haired man reached for his cell phone in his bag, when three figures appeared from behind.
"Hello mate," the taller of the three greeted him.
The Manchester United player turned around and looked at them. "What are you doing 'ere? Where is security? Did security let you in?"
"I'm your biggest fan," the dark haired one said. "How about an autograph? Please, David. I know all 'bout your career and I would really 'ppreciate it if you signed my.." he looked around and found a football (soccer ball) on the ground. "football."
The player took out a pen from his bag. "I'll sign it, but I really have to go, so I'll get security to escort you out, alright?"
"I don't think we'll be needing security to escort us," the shortest guy with red hair said.
He laughed, and then his face along with that of his companions, shifted into that of a deformed human, with golden eyes. David stared at them in utter disgust. As they tried to approach him, he backed away, bumping into the nearby bench.
"Your right, you won't be needing security to escort you out. You'll be needing the cleaning crew to sweep up your ashes." Buffy emerged from her hiding place, holding a stake.
The vampires eyed the stake warily. "Who are you?" The tall guy asked.
"I'm the Slayer nice to meet you. Let me introduce you to my pal Mr. Pointy, see he doesn't like it when vampires don't play nice with soccer players."
" Footballers," the red haired one corrected her..
"Well whatever, your still not playing nice," She mule kicked the closest vampire, the red haired one, and then proceeded to punch the taller vampire.
In less than a minute she had taken care of the tall vamp. Next, she grabbed one of the balls on the ground and hit the dark haired vamp with it. "Think fast," she yelled, as the ball hit the vampire, knocking him to the ground.
Buffy turned quickly, landing a punch at the red haired vamp's face. Growling, the vamp raised his arms and grabbed her hands, twisting them behind her back. She struggled against the vampires hold, and broke free seconds later, only to receive a kick to the head that sent her smashing into the bench, where the Man U player was still seated. He moved out of the way before she could crash into him.
"Sorry," she apologized, standing up.
She grabbed a towel from the bench and threw at the charging vampire. The vampire froze in confusion and tried to pull the towel away from his face. Buffy drove her stake, into the vamp's heart, causing him to explode into a cloud of ashes. She walked over to the last vamp, who was just about to get up, apparently she had thrown the ball so hard it had almost knocked him out completely. She kicked him as he tried to scramble up, sending him to the floor again. He too was dust a moment later.
She dusted her hands off and placed her stake inside her jacket. She walked over to the player who was sitting on the bench, amazed at what he had just witnessed.
"Are you okay Mr. Uh, was it David?" Buffy asked.
The man nodded. "Yes, it's David Beckham. A-and I'm fine thank you, at least I think I am. I.. Thanks for everything. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here. I don't know how to thank you."
"Oh, it was no big. Well, I better go. I think the game started already." Buffy said, heading for the door. "And I think they need you."
"Wait, here." He grabbed the football and his pen. Once he finished signing it, he gave it to Buffy. "It's the only thanks I can give you now. Maybe later, I'll give you something more as a reward."
Buffy raised her hand, as if to stop him. "It's okay, really. I think the best thanks would be for you to get out there and win the game." Buffy said, looking at the signature on the shiny surface of the ball.
A guard appeared at the door, with his gun raised. "Miss, you'll have to come with us." Several more guards came from behind him.
"It's okay," David told the guards. "I owe so much to this young lady. Just let her return to her seat and let her watch the game."
The guards seemed hesitant, but then followed orders, after David gave them an explanation, with help from Buffy to make it seem plausible of what had occurred.. Of course, David wasn't actually aware at what exactly had he just witnessed. The guards escorted her to her seat, through the proper way, not through the way she had used.
Buffy quickly made her way through the row, and sat next to her boyfriend.
"What took you so long?" Spike asked. "Got lost on the way to the loo?"
"No, it's just that I had had to make a little detour." She watched him curiously.
Hadn't he seen her chasing after the those guys across the field? She was guessing that he hadn't.
"To the gift shop?" Spike asked, nodding to the ball she held in her hands.
"Oh this, it's a little souvenir from said detour. I'll explain it later. So what about the game?" Buffy asked.
"There's been a delay. Don't know why, something 'bout Beckham being in the locker room. Somethin' must be wrong or why isn't he down 'ere? Hope he isn't hurt, the game's not over yet."
"Ooh look the game's starting. And see there's Beckham," Buffy pointed to the field, where the players were gathering. The number seven, Beckham, had just touched the ball, passing it to one of his team mates to start the game.
"You know who Beckham is?" Spike asked incredulous.
"Well sort of, see.."
"You know him 'cause of Dawn right? She used to like the Spice girls didn't she? I think she told me 'bout it one time. Anyway, Beckham's the husband of that well dressed one, Victoria."
"I know her. That's her husband? Who knew?" Spike looked at her confused. Before he could ask any questions she added. "Um, I'll explain later k?"
Spike turned his attention to the game, and so did Buffy, who was trying to enjoy it, after dealing with Slayery stuff.
Twenty minutes of the game had gone by, when the referee called a foul, and a free kick was awarded to Manchester United. Beckham received the ball from an Arsenal player and placed it on the ground, readying himself to kick the ball. The home fans cheered. The referee rang his whistle, and Beckham kicked the ball, which curved over the barrier of players standing in front of the goal, and entered the goal through the left side. The keeper barely touched it as it grazed his fingers lightly before it went pass him, it wasn't enough to stop the ball and he fell on the ground empty handed, with the ball behind him in the net.
The crowd was suddenly alive, cheering and applauding, at their team. Spike jumped from his seat, along with Steve and the rest of the crowd, applauding furiously and grinning madly.
"Good ol' Beckham, I knew he'd score." Steve said.
" 'Course he would. He's only the best free kick taker in the world," Spike said.
The game was played fast but no goals would come, the crowd was not happy. The air was thick with tension, that so much a wrong comment, arguments would break lose amongst some fans. With only five minutes left before regular game time ended, Manchester United took control of the ball. On the eighty-ninth minute, the crowd erupted into a fit, completely filled with glory. Paul Scholes had scored the winning goal, in a goal set up by Beckham. The players raced towards the sidelines hugging the bench players and coach. Confetti, streamers, and balloons rained down on the grounds, showering the players.
Later on Buffy was opening her hotel room door, while Spike was examining the ball she had received from Beckham.
"This is a replica ball with Becks' signature isn't it?" Spike asked, as he noticed the player's signature on the ball.
Buffy opened the door and turned to him. "No, it's actually his real signature." Buffy quickly explained the events that occurred. Spike stared at the ball, amazed like a little boy who had just received something from Christmas or something from a favorite band.
"T-t-his is an actual autographed ball by David Beckham?" Spike asked
Buffy nodded. His eyes were still glued to the ball. Buffy almost burst out laughing but managed to control it.
"You could have it if you want," Buffy offered.
Spike's eyes seemed to have lit up in that moment. "Really? You'd actually give it to me?" Then as if catching himself, he added. "Not that I'd want it of course, it's just a ball and besides you deserve it after saving his skin. After all Man U wouldn't have won the tile if it weren't for you keeping Becks from being vamp food."
"No, I couldn't keep it after all I just couldn't appreciate it as much as you would." Buffy replied.
"What are you talkin' 'bout?"
"I know you want it, just keep it."
"Thanks," he said.
He leaned forward and kissed her. Gentle at first, then it turned into a passionate burning kiss. Dropping the ball, he placed one of his arms on the small of her back, while the other one was smashing her mouth even more closer to his. She whimpered as he pulled away only for an instant until she regained her breath, then he immediately claimed her mouth, causing her to moan. After a few minutes of fleeting touches, moans, and kisses, Spike managed to kick the ball in the room and pull Buffy alongside him, closing the door behind him.
A/N: Well Cordelia-lolly since I can't give you Becks, this is the best I can do. Yeah I know not good enough, but oh well. I know that Beckham is no longer at Manchester United, but he is in my story. I would have liked it better if he stayed at Man U, but either way lol I'm not a fan of either team.