Chapter 2: Confrontation
Buffy cringed as she turned reluctantly to face him. "Hello, William."
"Spike." She frowned.
"What?"
"Nobody but my parents call me William. It's Spike."
"Whatever. Thanks for the drink, but we should really be going," Buffy said. Willow glanced uneasily between Spike and Buffy, clearly at a loss as to what to do.
"What's your hurry, love? Sit. Let's have a chat. I haven't seen you in.what.fifteen years?"
"Seventeen," she growled. Where was he going with this?
"Seventeen years and you're all set to rush off."
"Look, uh.Spike.I really have to go. It was nice to see you."
"Bollocks. You haven't changed a bit." He took a step forward, closing the distance between them and roughly grabbing her upper arms. Then he menacingly growled, "You're still too good to sit and have a drink with an old friend. Pretty little rich girl." She glared at him, then pushed him away from her. He stumbled back a few steps.
"We aren't friends. We never were."
"You bloody Summers'. You're all the same. Selfish, arrogant brats!" Spike's eyes flashed dangerously.
"You're one to talk, Mr. I'm-Better-Than-Everyone-Else Giles! You always were an asshole! And you wonder why I have an aversion to having a drink with you!"
People were starting to turn and stare at them. It wasn't every day you saw to people about to go hand-to-hand in an LA tavern.
"I can only hope your lil sis turned out better than you. I haven't met her yet. Poor lil bit. She pro'lly been exposed to your incessant nattering for so long she's gone bleeding mad." Before she even realized what she was doing, Buffy drew back her hand and slapped Spike across the face with a resounding smack, the force of the blow knocking him into a chair.
"Bloody hell, woman!" he roared.
"Buffy!" Willow said, clearly stunned by her friend's behavior. A frowning waiter appeared at Buffy's side.
"I'm sorry, miss, sir. I'm going to have to ask one of you to leave." Buffy turned to him.
"No problem. I was just leaving." Buffy caught Willow by the arm and dragged her out of Legends, hoping to God that Spike didn't follow her.
"Who was that? What was with the violence and coarse language? You totally went Adult Supervision Advised on me, Buff." They walked quickly down the sidewalk toward Buffy's car, a brand new Pontiac Sunfire.
"I know. I'm sorry. That was William Giles."
"The guy you had a crush on in high school?"
"No! Yes. A little. Leave me alone. I haven't seen him since Dawn was born. I had a little thing for him when I was a teenager. But only because he was the guy that my parents would never approve of. Like you and.some bad boy or something."
"Okay. And we don't like him?"
"He's a jerk. Always has been, always will be. It runs in his family."
"Right. The whole 'I hate your family, you hate mine' thing?"
"Yeah, that's the one. I don't even know why. Dad never told me and Dawn why we hate the Giles'. He said that it was something wrong that they should pay for, but never did. And that we weren't to have anything to do with them." Willow said nothing, contemplating this as Buffy started her car and began to drive Willow back to her house.
"Alright.But you have to admit, he was quite the hottie." Buffy shot a glance at her friend.
"Willow! I'm shocked."
"What? I'm not blind, Buffy." She paused. "I'd do him."
"Willow!" Buffy said again. "Good Lord, woman." Sometimes Buffy forgot that Willow was no longer the shy, book-wormy girl she'd been in high school. Buffy pulled the car onto the side of the road near Willow's apartment, so that her friend could exit. "I'll call you later."
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Well if that wasn't downright interesting. Imagine that. He just went out for lunch and ran into Buffy Summers, of all people. He hadn't seen her since before her sister had been born. Ages.
Spike hung his leather duster on the hook next to the door of his apartment. He went into the kitchen and rummaged through his refrigerator, looking for something remotely edible. A quick assessment confirmed that he needed to hit the grocery store. He opened the cupboard above the sink and pulled out a plastic bag. He tore a hole in it and popped a few mini marshmallows into his mouth before heading into the living room to watch his soaps.
She'd looked good. Pretty as ever. He'd seen pictures of her in the paper now and then. When she'd passed her Bar exam. When her father had won a largely publicized case and the press had caught them in the middle of a father-daughter luncheon. Damn Hank Summers. Selfish bastard. The whole Summers family was nothing but trouble. But he'd be damned if Buffy wasn't right beautiful. And she was feisty. Kind of a turn on. She was probably a wild cat in bed.He could imagine her wrapping her legs around his waist, crying his name as he pushed deep into her.He groaned. Okay. Snap out of it. She's a bloody Summers. No hot, naked sex. Summers. Summers, Summers, Summers. You hate the Summers. Whatever. He probably just needed a good fuck. Been weeks since he'd gotten laid. Yeah, that's it. He was just horny. Yeah.
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Buffy sighed deeply as she tossed her purse onto her bed. She rubbed her neck in an attempt to loosen the tense muscles there. She pulled off her coat and let it fall to the floor, walking to the bathroom. She turned on the taps of the bathtub, letting the tub fill with steaming water. Maybe a nice, long bath would make her feel better.
She'd been having a perfectly good day until she'd run into him. Asshole. What gave him the right to yell at her in a goddamn restaurant? She'd just as soon not have talked to him at all, but no. He had to go and buy her a beer. Wanted to sit and have a nice, friendly chat. She'd tell him where he could stick his friendly chat.
"What's the matter?" Dawn asked, leaning against the door frame to her sister's bathroom. Buffy turned slowly to retrieve the bubble bath form under the sink.
"I had a bad day. How about you?"
"Not too bad. Mom took me shopping. I got those boots I was looking at the other day."
"That's nice." Wait. Wasn't she supposed to ask Dawn something? Oh, yeah."Hey, Dawn. Willow knows some people who are looking for a babysitter. You up for it?"
"Sure. Not like I've got anything better to do."
"Did that guy.what's his name.Terry. Did he ask you to the Spring Fling yet?" Buffy asked absentmindedly.
"His name is Ty. Also, it's October."
Buffy cringed as she turned reluctantly to face him. "Hello, William."
"Spike." She frowned.
"What?"
"Nobody but my parents call me William. It's Spike."
"Whatever. Thanks for the drink, but we should really be going," Buffy said. Willow glanced uneasily between Spike and Buffy, clearly at a loss as to what to do.
"What's your hurry, love? Sit. Let's have a chat. I haven't seen you in.what.fifteen years?"
"Seventeen," she growled. Where was he going with this?
"Seventeen years and you're all set to rush off."
"Look, uh.Spike.I really have to go. It was nice to see you."
"Bollocks. You haven't changed a bit." He took a step forward, closing the distance between them and roughly grabbing her upper arms. Then he menacingly growled, "You're still too good to sit and have a drink with an old friend. Pretty little rich girl." She glared at him, then pushed him away from her. He stumbled back a few steps.
"We aren't friends. We never were."
"You bloody Summers'. You're all the same. Selfish, arrogant brats!" Spike's eyes flashed dangerously.
"You're one to talk, Mr. I'm-Better-Than-Everyone-Else Giles! You always were an asshole! And you wonder why I have an aversion to having a drink with you!"
People were starting to turn and stare at them. It wasn't every day you saw to people about to go hand-to-hand in an LA tavern.
"I can only hope your lil sis turned out better than you. I haven't met her yet. Poor lil bit. She pro'lly been exposed to your incessant nattering for so long she's gone bleeding mad." Before she even realized what she was doing, Buffy drew back her hand and slapped Spike across the face with a resounding smack, the force of the blow knocking him into a chair.
"Bloody hell, woman!" he roared.
"Buffy!" Willow said, clearly stunned by her friend's behavior. A frowning waiter appeared at Buffy's side.
"I'm sorry, miss, sir. I'm going to have to ask one of you to leave." Buffy turned to him.
"No problem. I was just leaving." Buffy caught Willow by the arm and dragged her out of Legends, hoping to God that Spike didn't follow her.
"Who was that? What was with the violence and coarse language? You totally went Adult Supervision Advised on me, Buff." They walked quickly down the sidewalk toward Buffy's car, a brand new Pontiac Sunfire.
"I know. I'm sorry. That was William Giles."
"The guy you had a crush on in high school?"
"No! Yes. A little. Leave me alone. I haven't seen him since Dawn was born. I had a little thing for him when I was a teenager. But only because he was the guy that my parents would never approve of. Like you and.some bad boy or something."
"Okay. And we don't like him?"
"He's a jerk. Always has been, always will be. It runs in his family."
"Right. The whole 'I hate your family, you hate mine' thing?"
"Yeah, that's the one. I don't even know why. Dad never told me and Dawn why we hate the Giles'. He said that it was something wrong that they should pay for, but never did. And that we weren't to have anything to do with them." Willow said nothing, contemplating this as Buffy started her car and began to drive Willow back to her house.
"Alright.But you have to admit, he was quite the hottie." Buffy shot a glance at her friend.
"Willow! I'm shocked."
"What? I'm not blind, Buffy." She paused. "I'd do him."
"Willow!" Buffy said again. "Good Lord, woman." Sometimes Buffy forgot that Willow was no longer the shy, book-wormy girl she'd been in high school. Buffy pulled the car onto the side of the road near Willow's apartment, so that her friend could exit. "I'll call you later."
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Well if that wasn't downright interesting. Imagine that. He just went out for lunch and ran into Buffy Summers, of all people. He hadn't seen her since before her sister had been born. Ages.
Spike hung his leather duster on the hook next to the door of his apartment. He went into the kitchen and rummaged through his refrigerator, looking for something remotely edible. A quick assessment confirmed that he needed to hit the grocery store. He opened the cupboard above the sink and pulled out a plastic bag. He tore a hole in it and popped a few mini marshmallows into his mouth before heading into the living room to watch his soaps.
She'd looked good. Pretty as ever. He'd seen pictures of her in the paper now and then. When she'd passed her Bar exam. When her father had won a largely publicized case and the press had caught them in the middle of a father-daughter luncheon. Damn Hank Summers. Selfish bastard. The whole Summers family was nothing but trouble. But he'd be damned if Buffy wasn't right beautiful. And she was feisty. Kind of a turn on. She was probably a wild cat in bed.He could imagine her wrapping her legs around his waist, crying his name as he pushed deep into her.He groaned. Okay. Snap out of it. She's a bloody Summers. No hot, naked sex. Summers. Summers, Summers, Summers. You hate the Summers. Whatever. He probably just needed a good fuck. Been weeks since he'd gotten laid. Yeah, that's it. He was just horny. Yeah.
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Buffy sighed deeply as she tossed her purse onto her bed. She rubbed her neck in an attempt to loosen the tense muscles there. She pulled off her coat and let it fall to the floor, walking to the bathroom. She turned on the taps of the bathtub, letting the tub fill with steaming water. Maybe a nice, long bath would make her feel better.
She'd been having a perfectly good day until she'd run into him. Asshole. What gave him the right to yell at her in a goddamn restaurant? She'd just as soon not have talked to him at all, but no. He had to go and buy her a beer. Wanted to sit and have a nice, friendly chat. She'd tell him where he could stick his friendly chat.
"What's the matter?" Dawn asked, leaning against the door frame to her sister's bathroom. Buffy turned slowly to retrieve the bubble bath form under the sink.
"I had a bad day. How about you?"
"Not too bad. Mom took me shopping. I got those boots I was looking at the other day."
"That's nice." Wait. Wasn't she supposed to ask Dawn something? Oh, yeah."Hey, Dawn. Willow knows some people who are looking for a babysitter. You up for it?"
"Sure. Not like I've got anything better to do."
"Did that guy.what's his name.Terry. Did he ask you to the Spring Fling yet?" Buffy asked absentmindedly.
"His name is Ty. Also, it's October."