Title- A Tale Of Betrayal
Rating ~ PG-13 2 R, but I'll let you know when!
Disclaimer ~ I don't own anything nor I make money! But it is my Idea!
Beta *clears throat* DestinysFate... I know she's awesome lol, anyways, She add and checked my grammer and stuff since I suck! and all!
Summary ~ AU Spike is a famous rock star! He has everything he ever wanted in life money, friends, fame, women, But what happen, when he takes everything for granted, And ends up losing the most precious thing he ever had!
Pairng ~ Hmm, It's a secret! lol!
Author Note! OMG thanks to all those who reivew HUGS! Keep review, Sorry for the long wait, don't worry i'll be updating faster hopefully
Chapter One! Reality Check.
~~~~~~The Club~~~~~
(Flash Back)
"Hello Gentlemen! Are you waiting for the lady of the hour!"? The tiny man in the black and gold suit announced. All the men in the room clapped. Cheering and grunting. "Give it up for Queen C!" He screamed into the microphone.
"Man it's getting late, I have an early class," Spike said to all his friends that were keeping their eyes on the prize.
"It's only- Oh it's 3," The blue haired man said, checking his watch. "Man, I need to get going too. Willow is probably wondering where I'm at. Spike, is there practice tomorrow?"
"Uh huh, I want to see you all at my apartment at four. And no one better be late. I have a new song I want to practice. Here's my half for the drinks. I'm out," Spike said, dropping his 20 dollars on the table.
"Com oooon Shpiiike! It'sh shtill earlyyy!" Xander Harris slurred, already totally wasted. He looked like he was about to fall off his seat.
"Someone's driving Harris home, right?"
"Yep, he's riding with me," Spike's older brother said distractedly as he kept his eyes on the girl who began dancing against the poll on stage. Her hips swayed to the beat while she slowly removed her clothes.
"'Night all." Spike put his long leather coat on and walked outside. The parking lot still looked packed even though it was late. As he made his way towards his bike, he heard noises.
"Parker, I said no. Leave me alone, please!" A girl shrieked. "Ouch, stop! Ow- you're hurting me! Please Parker, leave me alone!"
Spike looked around and saw no one. With a frown, he followed the sounds and walked towards the side of the club.
"You know you want it babe," a male said. Spike finally saw them; it was some guy from one of his classes. He had some girl pushed up against the side of the wall.
"Hey. I believe the bird said no."
Parker turned to see Spike, "Mind you own business," he snarled.
"Please help me," the girl pleaded.
"Sorry mate, if you don't back away from the girl, you're going to be in some serious pain."
Parker, not really a fighting guy, put his hands in the air. "You know what, this little whore isn't worth it." He shoved the girl away, "Bye slut," Parker said, walking down the alley.
As soon Parker was out of sight, Spike walked over to the girl who was picking something off the floor.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Thanks, " She looked fine, her shirt a little wrinkled a bit, eyeliner a little off. But not too bad. She had blond hair, and Spike set his eyes on her green ones. They sparkled in the night. She dressed in little punkie, baggie pants, her hair done in a ponytail. She was right cute.
"You sure?" he asked lifting a brow.
"Uh huh. He just got all my books dirty," she replied, pulling said books from a puddle of mud.
"Sorry."
"It's okay; that's Parker for you. He doesn't know what 'no' means. I mean, to him, 'no' means 'yes.'"
"He's done that before?"
"Sort of, I mean, it's usually around where people could see us, but this time he. . .cut me off guard, y'know? I usually have pepper spray. . .But I forgot it."
"Where were you coming from?"
"Work. . . I'm. . . I'm a dancer," she said looking down ashamed and embarrassed.
Spike noticed there was a side door to the stripper club. She was a *Bloody Stripper.*
"I'm Spike. What's your name?"
Her head shot up at his introduction, surprised he cared. "Buffy, Buffy Summers."
(End Of Flash Back)
~~~~~~~~~~~
*She's gone* was the only thing that raced through his mind. *She's really gone, His daughter and Buffy. They're gone*
"No!!!!!! NO!" Not sure what to do, think, or say. He couldn't feel anything. All emotion was gone. Spike grabbed the lamp at the beside and flung it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces all over the carpet.
He teared at the bed sheets, pulling them off the bed and throwing them on the side of the bed. He spun around, looking for something else to throw. And that's when he saw it. Their wedding picture.
He stopped and traced his fingers over his wife who was so happy that day. They were happy. Once. He threw the picture into the dresser mirror, breaking the glass in the process.
"Oh god," He said grabbing the frame from all the broken glass. Red stained his fingers as he plucked the glass from the wedding picture. He didn't even flinch; he felt nothing. Blood dripped onto the floor, onto the picture. He sat there for how long, staring at the blood-covered picture, when the phone rang.
"Buffy!" He thought, racing down the stairs to the phone. "Buffy? Luv? Is that you? Please come home!" he pleaded desperately.
A pause; quiet breathing on the other end.
"Sorry Babe, just me. I'll come home, if you'd like." the woman on the other end giggled and Spike's heart sunk in his chest, "I was wondering when you were coming over tonig-" Spike slammed the phone on the table. He was lost, she was gone.
Spike made his way back upstairs, this time into his daughter's room. It was so clean and neat. Pink walls and yellows ducks adorned the walls. It was so. . .cheery. His eyes fell on another picture of him smiling with his daughter cradled in his arms. Memories rushed quickly into his mind before he could stop them.
*Come on baby say it for daddy, come on, you can do it*
Spike grabbed a pink stuffed animal that was still in the crib and held it to his chest.
*D-da- Da*
*Spike did you hear that? Her first word. . .*
He slid to the floor, holding the pig close to his heart. And that's when he finally let the tears fall.
Rating ~ PG-13 2 R, but I'll let you know when!
Disclaimer ~ I don't own anything nor I make money! But it is my Idea!
Beta *clears throat* DestinysFate... I know she's awesome lol, anyways, She add and checked my grammer and stuff since I suck! and all!
Summary ~ AU Spike is a famous rock star! He has everything he ever wanted in life money, friends, fame, women, But what happen, when he takes everything for granted, And ends up losing the most precious thing he ever had!
Pairng ~ Hmm, It's a secret! lol!
Author Note! OMG thanks to all those who reivew HUGS! Keep review, Sorry for the long wait, don't worry i'll be updating faster hopefully
Chapter One! Reality Check.
~~~~~~The Club~~~~~
(Flash Back)
"Hello Gentlemen! Are you waiting for the lady of the hour!"? The tiny man in the black and gold suit announced. All the men in the room clapped. Cheering and grunting. "Give it up for Queen C!" He screamed into the microphone.
"Man it's getting late, I have an early class," Spike said to all his friends that were keeping their eyes on the prize.
"It's only- Oh it's 3," The blue haired man said, checking his watch. "Man, I need to get going too. Willow is probably wondering where I'm at. Spike, is there practice tomorrow?"
"Uh huh, I want to see you all at my apartment at four. And no one better be late. I have a new song I want to practice. Here's my half for the drinks. I'm out," Spike said, dropping his 20 dollars on the table.
"Com oooon Shpiiike! It'sh shtill earlyyy!" Xander Harris slurred, already totally wasted. He looked like he was about to fall off his seat.
"Someone's driving Harris home, right?"
"Yep, he's riding with me," Spike's older brother said distractedly as he kept his eyes on the girl who began dancing against the poll on stage. Her hips swayed to the beat while she slowly removed her clothes.
"'Night all." Spike put his long leather coat on and walked outside. The parking lot still looked packed even though it was late. As he made his way towards his bike, he heard noises.
"Parker, I said no. Leave me alone, please!" A girl shrieked. "Ouch, stop! Ow- you're hurting me! Please Parker, leave me alone!"
Spike looked around and saw no one. With a frown, he followed the sounds and walked towards the side of the club.
"You know you want it babe," a male said. Spike finally saw them; it was some guy from one of his classes. He had some girl pushed up against the side of the wall.
"Hey. I believe the bird said no."
Parker turned to see Spike, "Mind you own business," he snarled.
"Please help me," the girl pleaded.
"Sorry mate, if you don't back away from the girl, you're going to be in some serious pain."
Parker, not really a fighting guy, put his hands in the air. "You know what, this little whore isn't worth it." He shoved the girl away, "Bye slut," Parker said, walking down the alley.
As soon Parker was out of sight, Spike walked over to the girl who was picking something off the floor.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Thanks, " She looked fine, her shirt a little wrinkled a bit, eyeliner a little off. But not too bad. She had blond hair, and Spike set his eyes on her green ones. They sparkled in the night. She dressed in little punkie, baggie pants, her hair done in a ponytail. She was right cute.
"You sure?" he asked lifting a brow.
"Uh huh. He just got all my books dirty," she replied, pulling said books from a puddle of mud.
"Sorry."
"It's okay; that's Parker for you. He doesn't know what 'no' means. I mean, to him, 'no' means 'yes.'"
"He's done that before?"
"Sort of, I mean, it's usually around where people could see us, but this time he. . .cut me off guard, y'know? I usually have pepper spray. . .But I forgot it."
"Where were you coming from?"
"Work. . . I'm. . . I'm a dancer," she said looking down ashamed and embarrassed.
Spike noticed there was a side door to the stripper club. She was a *Bloody Stripper.*
"I'm Spike. What's your name?"
Her head shot up at his introduction, surprised he cared. "Buffy, Buffy Summers."
(End Of Flash Back)
~~~~~~~~~~~
*She's gone* was the only thing that raced through his mind. *She's really gone, His daughter and Buffy. They're gone*
"No!!!!!! NO!" Not sure what to do, think, or say. He couldn't feel anything. All emotion was gone. Spike grabbed the lamp at the beside and flung it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces all over the carpet.
He teared at the bed sheets, pulling them off the bed and throwing them on the side of the bed. He spun around, looking for something else to throw. And that's when he saw it. Their wedding picture.
He stopped and traced his fingers over his wife who was so happy that day. They were happy. Once. He threw the picture into the dresser mirror, breaking the glass in the process.
"Oh god," He said grabbing the frame from all the broken glass. Red stained his fingers as he plucked the glass from the wedding picture. He didn't even flinch; he felt nothing. Blood dripped onto the floor, onto the picture. He sat there for how long, staring at the blood-covered picture, when the phone rang.
"Buffy!" He thought, racing down the stairs to the phone. "Buffy? Luv? Is that you? Please come home!" he pleaded desperately.
A pause; quiet breathing on the other end.
"Sorry Babe, just me. I'll come home, if you'd like." the woman on the other end giggled and Spike's heart sunk in his chest, "I was wondering when you were coming over tonig-" Spike slammed the phone on the table. He was lost, she was gone.
Spike made his way back upstairs, this time into his daughter's room. It was so clean and neat. Pink walls and yellows ducks adorned the walls. It was so. . .cheery. His eyes fell on another picture of him smiling with his daughter cradled in his arms. Memories rushed quickly into his mind before he could stop them.
*Come on baby say it for daddy, come on, you can do it*
Spike grabbed a pink stuffed animal that was still in the crib and held it to his chest.
*D-da- Da*
*Spike did you hear that? Her first word. . .*
He slid to the floor, holding the pig close to his heart. And that's when he finally let the tears fall.
