Chap 13
Burning acrid taste of tequila as it passes down my throat and settles on my stomach along with the 10 I have already had and the two double Malibu's and coke. I screw my eyes up as I let the taste slowly dissolve and declare to the barman that I want another.
Whoa I'm getting drunk tonight.
I take tentative steps towards the dance floor as I make the decision that I haven't grooved to this tune in a while and it was about time I did. That is where I spot Willow, grooving away along with Xander.
"Hey guys!" I mutter as I amble towards them.
"Hiya Buffy!" Xander waves in greeting and Willow gives me a hug.
"How are you doing?" Xander asks.
"I'm a little bit drunk." I slur in response, demonstrating the 'tiny' amount with my thumb and forefinger.
"Well come and sit with us for a while?" Willow gently touches my elbow and I frantically shake my head in response.
"No. I want to dance."
And so I do.
And from this day on I wish I had taken Willow up on her suggestion.
******
Bloody hate Saturday night tele. Never anything decent on.
Angrily, I flick from one channel to another barely recognising what is passing before my eyes. My mind flicks back to Buffy in her tight red little number. I swallow hard and shake my head, trying to shake the image from my mind.
Why does she do that? God I wish I could be with her tonight.
Thinking about it.
What's stopping me?
I mean yes I have one hell of an injury but since when has that stopped me from chasing the girl I want. And it's not as if I can't just suddenly turn up, it is America, land of the free after all.
I suppose I could just pop in for a beer.
No harm in that is there?
And if I happen to bump into Buffy then so be it.
I shrug and find myself stood next to the coat stand, grasping my duster in my hand.
******
Bodies everywhere. Glistening with sweat as they dance to the music, colliding with each other as they move, grinding with each other as they pass.
And I am one of them.
I sway my hips to the music my arms held above my head as I gasp for breath. Wow it's hot in here.
Unknown arms wrap around my waist and I shut my eyes, wishing it were Spike, wanting it to be Spike.
But it's not.
Without even turning around I know it is not him because he is sat at home injured. But I allow the hands to stay.
I said I needed to get Spike out of my head right? Well then this is a perfect opportunity.
And so we sway together, the guy not mentioning anything interesting, me not wanting to say anything to him.
And then he takes my hand in his and spins me around to face him, grazing a kiss against my hot cheeks.
Spike?
I stare into perfectly blue eyes and for a split second I believe it is him, that it is the ex vampire stood before me. But it is not.
Dark blonde spiky hair replaces the gelled back bleached look that is Spike's trademark.
My heart drops as I notice the difference.
Meanwhile, the guy seems unaffected, kissing along my jaw line and up to my lips as we continue to sway to the music. And I let him. I let him kiss me and then I let him lead me off the dance floor.
******
I wince inwardly as I step out of my car and walk towards the club. Suddenly I am thinking this was a bad idea. That I shouldn't go inside, that I should be at home where I cannot make this injury any worse.
I wish now that I had given into that thought and turned around.
But I didn't.
I continue my walk to the club, nodding at the bouncer as I pass him, entering the hot dark club.
Instantly the smell of sweat and alcohol engulf me and I screw my nose up in disgust.
I am way to sober.
I'm at the bar within seconds asking the guy for a beer, subconsciously searching for the slayer as I move.
No sign of her.
******
Hot kisses are pressed against my skin, my back pressed against the wall as something inside tells me this is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this. But instead I don't give in and let it continue.
Fierce kisses meet my lips as eagerly our tongues battle for dominance. His body is pressed against mine, my hands wrapped around his neck, buried in his hair.
I don't even know his name.
Hands travel up my body and across my chest and I let it continue, knowing how wrong it was but wanting it all the same.
******
Ok, had way to many beers now and still haven't found my slayer.
Found the Whelp and Red though. They told me she should be here still and that they had seen her dancing not too long ago. She couldn't be far.
But maybe she had gone home.
I scan the outskirts of the building once more and my attention is drawn to a couple just across the room from me. She is wearing a red dress, a lot like Buffy's, her golden hair tumbling loosely over her shoulders. Her eyes move to mine and the strangest feeling shoots through my body as her hazel gaze falls upon me.
Shit it is Buffy.
******
"Let's go outside." The guy mumbles in my ear.
"No." I whisper back, What the fuck am I doing?
"Come on baby."
"NO" I place a hand on his chest and gently start pushing him off me.
The guy resists.
I look over his shoulder and my worst dream comes true. My gaze catches the look of another man, his bright blue eyes clouding over as he watches the scene in front of him.
Platinum blonde hair slicked back against his head.
Shit.
He is striding across the room before I can react, the guy in front of me is already tracing burning kisses along my collar bone.
And before I can stop what is about to happen, the guy finds himself flung across the room, sliding along the dance floor.
I stay where I am.
Spike is stood close to me now, I can hear his ragged breath and see the flames of anger in his eyes.
"What were you doing?" He is angry, I can hear it in his voice.
What the fuck? I am the slayer, I could have handled the situation perfectly well, what the hell does he think he was doing getting involved?
Weird how I feel so relieved that he did though.
"What do you mean 'What are YOU doing' More like what the fuck are you doing Spike?" I feel my slayer anger kicking in.
He looks down at his feet and falls silent.
"You know I could have handled the situation perfectly well."
"Just helping a friend in need." He mumbles, his gaze meeting mine and I can see the hurt in his eyes.
But I am too angry to react.
"I think you should come with us, sir." A large burly bouncer places his hand on Spike's shoulder and I know I can stop him if I want, I know I can tell the bouncer that Spike hasn't done anything wrong.
But I don't
And I watch as Spike shrugs the bouncer's large hands off him, glares at the guy who is still sprawled on the floor and walks out the place, without a second glance at me.
Fucking hell, what have I done?!
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Burning acrid taste of tequila as it passes down my throat and settles on my stomach along with the 10 I have already had and the two double Malibu's and coke. I screw my eyes up as I let the taste slowly dissolve and declare to the barman that I want another.
Whoa I'm getting drunk tonight.
I take tentative steps towards the dance floor as I make the decision that I haven't grooved to this tune in a while and it was about time I did. That is where I spot Willow, grooving away along with Xander.
"Hey guys!" I mutter as I amble towards them.
"Hiya Buffy!" Xander waves in greeting and Willow gives me a hug.
"How are you doing?" Xander asks.
"I'm a little bit drunk." I slur in response, demonstrating the 'tiny' amount with my thumb and forefinger.
"Well come and sit with us for a while?" Willow gently touches my elbow and I frantically shake my head in response.
"No. I want to dance."
And so I do.
And from this day on I wish I had taken Willow up on her suggestion.
******
Bloody hate Saturday night tele. Never anything decent on.
Angrily, I flick from one channel to another barely recognising what is passing before my eyes. My mind flicks back to Buffy in her tight red little number. I swallow hard and shake my head, trying to shake the image from my mind.
Why does she do that? God I wish I could be with her tonight.
Thinking about it.
What's stopping me?
I mean yes I have one hell of an injury but since when has that stopped me from chasing the girl I want. And it's not as if I can't just suddenly turn up, it is America, land of the free after all.
I suppose I could just pop in for a beer.
No harm in that is there?
And if I happen to bump into Buffy then so be it.
I shrug and find myself stood next to the coat stand, grasping my duster in my hand.
******
Bodies everywhere. Glistening with sweat as they dance to the music, colliding with each other as they move, grinding with each other as they pass.
And I am one of them.
I sway my hips to the music my arms held above my head as I gasp for breath. Wow it's hot in here.
Unknown arms wrap around my waist and I shut my eyes, wishing it were Spike, wanting it to be Spike.
But it's not.
Without even turning around I know it is not him because he is sat at home injured. But I allow the hands to stay.
I said I needed to get Spike out of my head right? Well then this is a perfect opportunity.
And so we sway together, the guy not mentioning anything interesting, me not wanting to say anything to him.
And then he takes my hand in his and spins me around to face him, grazing a kiss against my hot cheeks.
Spike?
I stare into perfectly blue eyes and for a split second I believe it is him, that it is the ex vampire stood before me. But it is not.
Dark blonde spiky hair replaces the gelled back bleached look that is Spike's trademark.
My heart drops as I notice the difference.
Meanwhile, the guy seems unaffected, kissing along my jaw line and up to my lips as we continue to sway to the music. And I let him. I let him kiss me and then I let him lead me off the dance floor.
******
I wince inwardly as I step out of my car and walk towards the club. Suddenly I am thinking this was a bad idea. That I shouldn't go inside, that I should be at home where I cannot make this injury any worse.
I wish now that I had given into that thought and turned around.
But I didn't.
I continue my walk to the club, nodding at the bouncer as I pass him, entering the hot dark club.
Instantly the smell of sweat and alcohol engulf me and I screw my nose up in disgust.
I am way to sober.
I'm at the bar within seconds asking the guy for a beer, subconsciously searching for the slayer as I move.
No sign of her.
******
Hot kisses are pressed against my skin, my back pressed against the wall as something inside tells me this is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this. But instead I don't give in and let it continue.
Fierce kisses meet my lips as eagerly our tongues battle for dominance. His body is pressed against mine, my hands wrapped around his neck, buried in his hair.
I don't even know his name.
Hands travel up my body and across my chest and I let it continue, knowing how wrong it was but wanting it all the same.
******
Ok, had way to many beers now and still haven't found my slayer.
Found the Whelp and Red though. They told me she should be here still and that they had seen her dancing not too long ago. She couldn't be far.
But maybe she had gone home.
I scan the outskirts of the building once more and my attention is drawn to a couple just across the room from me. She is wearing a red dress, a lot like Buffy's, her golden hair tumbling loosely over her shoulders. Her eyes move to mine and the strangest feeling shoots through my body as her hazel gaze falls upon me.
Shit it is Buffy.
******
"Let's go outside." The guy mumbles in my ear.
"No." I whisper back, What the fuck am I doing?
"Come on baby."
"NO" I place a hand on his chest and gently start pushing him off me.
The guy resists.
I look over his shoulder and my worst dream comes true. My gaze catches the look of another man, his bright blue eyes clouding over as he watches the scene in front of him.
Platinum blonde hair slicked back against his head.
Shit.
He is striding across the room before I can react, the guy in front of me is already tracing burning kisses along my collar bone.
And before I can stop what is about to happen, the guy finds himself flung across the room, sliding along the dance floor.
I stay where I am.
Spike is stood close to me now, I can hear his ragged breath and see the flames of anger in his eyes.
"What were you doing?" He is angry, I can hear it in his voice.
What the fuck? I am the slayer, I could have handled the situation perfectly well, what the hell does he think he was doing getting involved?
Weird how I feel so relieved that he did though.
"What do you mean 'What are YOU doing' More like what the fuck are you doing Spike?" I feel my slayer anger kicking in.
He looks down at his feet and falls silent.
"You know I could have handled the situation perfectly well."
"Just helping a friend in need." He mumbles, his gaze meeting mine and I can see the hurt in his eyes.
But I am too angry to react.
"I think you should come with us, sir." A large burly bouncer places his hand on Spike's shoulder and I know I can stop him if I want, I know I can tell the bouncer that Spike hasn't done anything wrong.
But I don't
And I watch as Spike shrugs the bouncer's large hands off him, glares at the guy who is still sprawled on the floor and walks out the place, without a second glance at me.
Fucking hell, what have I done?!
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