Disclaimer: Joss, you are God and you own all rights to BtVS, and I love you for coming up with this idea, just gonna borrow it for my own pleasures for a bit, I promise, all credit is to you!
Also, Alison Krauss owns the song "Moments Like This" which I used in this chapter
Author's Notes: I need to be beaten for not updating sooner, but I so could not think! Plus I had to work... a lot. And one can never underestimate the use of the right music to inspire a writer. I hope that all of you enjoy this newest chapter. Please review, I've been lonely with how little reviews I've been getting.
Chapter 9
"Mom! I'm going out!" Buffy pulled on her sleek leather jacket and adjusted her black silk shirt so that it lay just right against her toned stomach and slight bust.
"Alright dear. Have fun, Dawn and I are just gonna stay in and have some ice cream and movies." Joyce smiled at her oldest daughter as she walked out into the living room. Her little Buffy was all grown up now, she didn't have to worry, but she did. There were so many things that could happen to her daughter with her line of profession... a vampire slayer. But she had a feeling that Buffy was starting to realize the better things in life, and at least she had her friends.
Buffy smiled at her mom and walked outta the house. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked down to her and her friend's favorite hang out, the Bronze, primarily the only real place to hang out in Sunnydale. It would be good to go back again, she hadn't been going there a whole lot lately like she used to and every time that she went back it felt like she was home again. And tonight, she was going alone. She wasn't sure why, but she had to go alone.
Spike sat up by the bar, his own alcoholic resources having been deteriorated quite severely by his sudden binge drinking. Didn't help that he was a vampire and the drunkenness never lasted for very long. He would cease to feel and then the feelings would come rushing back again, bringing friends each time. Now he was nursing a glass of imported beer, English, naturally. He just stared down into the amber color that swirled and foamed in his glass. How could he have been so stupid to let himself work all the way up to these feelings. For Godsakes he was a vampire and she was the bloody Slayer!
But then he remember the feel of her. Her soft mouth pressing against his, seeking solace in him, the feelings just floating beneath the surface and he remembered why he was so immersed in this golden angel, just as Angel had been, and most likely always would be.
Pushing the glass away he turned around in his seat and watched the people, dancing, laughing, loving, and he watched the people coming into the club, all with someone. It made a bloke sick, sick with envy. The song ended and everyone in the place applauded the group, giving them a moment to gear up before the next song.
Continuing to observe the people in the area Spike leaned back and for a moment he thought that had seen his angel. This woman was wearing all black. Black flared dress pants that cupped her ass and slid seductively down her toned legs, a black top that seemed to have forgotten a sleeve on one side and the one sleeve that was there traversed all the way down the woman's arm with slight pieces of material floating freely on the sleeve and the shirt clung against her toned upper body and delicious peaks and finally the black high heeled stiletto heels that added some height to her small frame and non imposing height. The only thing about her that added color to her black wardrobe was her glowing hair and skin, each golden. A golden goddess in her own right, but she had come in alone, certainly not his goddess, for she always had her scoobies near to where she was.
Then she turned around and it was her. The woman who had haunted his dreams, his every waking though for days. It was Buffy, his goddess of light. She spotted him just as he spotted her and he couldn't help it, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
The room seemed to go quiet and all there was was them. Buffy would never know what made her go over to him, but she did, slow and seductively, swinging her hips just right until she was standing face to face with him. She didn't know what to say, if there even were words that she could say. There was an attraction between the two of them. Two souls pulled together. The music began and Spike stood up, holding out his hand to the woman in front of him.
His voice was soft as he greeted her and asked her the simple question, "Well luv, I should think that perhaps you would be interested in a dance?" He held out his pale white hand and she stared at it.
"Y-y-yes... I would like that." She took his hand and he led her out to the dance floor, the music floating around the two of them.
While the dying world redefines the reasons we strive to exist
We feign control though we're bound to learn the meaning of moments like this
Cause in the peaceful hour, the quiet spell
Seduced by the promise of bliss, we soon forget that nothing's happened yet
We're living for moments like this.
He held her protectively, lovingly, and breathing in her scent, that scent that was unique only to her. The lyrics weren't lost on Spike, but he was too involved with this angel that he held in his arms to completely comprehend them at that very moment.
"You know luv, I'm not as bad as you may think I am."
Buffy lay her head on his shoulder and only sighed in response to his statement. She had yet to say something to him, and she knew that she had to, but the thoughts that swirled through her head just were not making sense, it was all so confusing, and now she was here, in her enemy's arms.
So hold me, whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn who we are
It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
She listened the lyrics of the song, the beat of the musical rhythm as her body was molded against the hard marble of Spike's body. So safe in his arms, she comfortable, she fit just perfectly.
He kissed her neck and whispered to her, "You don't have to speak luv. I understand, it's strange for me too, but this is more than I could ever ask for, holding you in my arms like this. I need to tell you this. I've never felt this way before, not even with Dru, you're showing me a side of myself I never knew was there."
From the dim light in the grayness, the aim of the soul tends to miss
When the clouds catch fire and the oceans pitch
We're made for the moments like this
She knew his words were genuine and she ached to return those gentle word with gentle words of her own, but the thought of Angel still hung about her head, and what he friends would think. They could never accept her and Spike, they were fearful enough about Angel, and he had a soul. They might shun her, kick her out of their lives. It was best only to have stolen moments in the arms of this man. Her voice was so light and so quiet that only his vampiric hearing allowed Spike to pick it up. "You make me feel alive... more so than I already am."
He smiled and pushed her hair back, whispering back to her. "And you make me feel like a man, I feel more alive with you that I did when I was human."
So hold me, whisper gently that there's nothing to fear
You'll always be near, to remind me, to stand behind me
Although life can be rough we can never give up
She found her voice, but still kept it low and soft as she pulled her head back to look him in the eyes. His ice blue eyes looked deep into her green orbs and she could feel the tears welling in them. "This can't be real. If they find out... If Angel finds out..." Her chin dropped, almost in defeat, she didn't want to look into his eyes anymore and see the love that was shining from them.
He sighed and picked her chin back up with his gentle touch. "There's nothing to be afraid of luv. If you only want this to be in the moment, I'm fine with that. But I'm always gonna be here for you. Don't cry luv, I'm here for you, no matter what. Always here for you."
It's in our power to face the storm with all its fury and madness
The flash of thunder roll behind us with a longing and sadness
The clouds will break.
Buffy sighed and let a gentile hand slide down his chiseled cheek. "We've fought, against one another, with one another and for one another. We're going up against Glory, and I have no idea what she is, but she's stronger than me. We're fighters, we weren't meant to love and I'm realizing that. I wasn't meant to love Angel, Riley and I'm not meant to love now. And I'm afraid that I'm not gonna be able to save everyone this time." Her eyes sought out comfort in his and he only looked at her with love, adoration and a touch of sympathy.
She was in pain, and it tore him up inside. He didn't know what he could do to help her, but he would find some way to do it, even if it meant traveling into hell and back. That Glory, whatever the hell she was, she had power, he had seen that himself. But she was right. "There is a storm coming, and I'll be there next to you. We'll fight the storm together."
Hold me. Whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn how we are
It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
Hold me. Whisper gently that there's nothing to fear,
You'll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me
Although life can be rough we can never give up.
They clung to one another now, neither one speaking. His words had touched her and she feared that the tears would fall right where she stood. This was what she lived for, moments, stolen in time. This was her life, this was who she was. She was independent, as was he. They both lived for the moments. And she knew, being held in his arms that there wasn't anything to fear, not even death. She couldn't give up, not like she had been thinking of, had wanted. Life is hard, but she had to fight for love, for moments, for the world.
As the song ended, the didn't tear away from one another, but pulled back only slightly, looking into one another's eyes again. Spike letting his hand rest on her cheek, pulled her closer to him and leaned down, kissing her lightly, his lips just barely brushing against hers. He could feel the tears splash on his skin, though he didn't know if they were hers or his own tears. Pulling away he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and flashed her a sincere smile as he walked outta the Bronze, leaving her standing there, her tears falling down her face, watching her husband leave and knowing in her heart of hearts that this would all be alright.
TBC...
Also, Alison Krauss owns the song "Moments Like This" which I used in this chapter
Author's Notes: I need to be beaten for not updating sooner, but I so could not think! Plus I had to work... a lot. And one can never underestimate the use of the right music to inspire a writer. I hope that all of you enjoy this newest chapter. Please review, I've been lonely with how little reviews I've been getting.
Chapter 9
"Mom! I'm going out!" Buffy pulled on her sleek leather jacket and adjusted her black silk shirt so that it lay just right against her toned stomach and slight bust.
"Alright dear. Have fun, Dawn and I are just gonna stay in and have some ice cream and movies." Joyce smiled at her oldest daughter as she walked out into the living room. Her little Buffy was all grown up now, she didn't have to worry, but she did. There were so many things that could happen to her daughter with her line of profession... a vampire slayer. But she had a feeling that Buffy was starting to realize the better things in life, and at least she had her friends.
Buffy smiled at her mom and walked outta the house. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked down to her and her friend's favorite hang out, the Bronze, primarily the only real place to hang out in Sunnydale. It would be good to go back again, she hadn't been going there a whole lot lately like she used to and every time that she went back it felt like she was home again. And tonight, she was going alone. She wasn't sure why, but she had to go alone.
Spike sat up by the bar, his own alcoholic resources having been deteriorated quite severely by his sudden binge drinking. Didn't help that he was a vampire and the drunkenness never lasted for very long. He would cease to feel and then the feelings would come rushing back again, bringing friends each time. Now he was nursing a glass of imported beer, English, naturally. He just stared down into the amber color that swirled and foamed in his glass. How could he have been so stupid to let himself work all the way up to these feelings. For Godsakes he was a vampire and she was the bloody Slayer!
But then he remember the feel of her. Her soft mouth pressing against his, seeking solace in him, the feelings just floating beneath the surface and he remembered why he was so immersed in this golden angel, just as Angel had been, and most likely always would be.
Pushing the glass away he turned around in his seat and watched the people, dancing, laughing, loving, and he watched the people coming into the club, all with someone. It made a bloke sick, sick with envy. The song ended and everyone in the place applauded the group, giving them a moment to gear up before the next song.
Continuing to observe the people in the area Spike leaned back and for a moment he thought that had seen his angel. This woman was wearing all black. Black flared dress pants that cupped her ass and slid seductively down her toned legs, a black top that seemed to have forgotten a sleeve on one side and the one sleeve that was there traversed all the way down the woman's arm with slight pieces of material floating freely on the sleeve and the shirt clung against her toned upper body and delicious peaks and finally the black high heeled stiletto heels that added some height to her small frame and non imposing height. The only thing about her that added color to her black wardrobe was her glowing hair and skin, each golden. A golden goddess in her own right, but she had come in alone, certainly not his goddess, for she always had her scoobies near to where she was.
Then she turned around and it was her. The woman who had haunted his dreams, his every waking though for days. It was Buffy, his goddess of light. She spotted him just as he spotted her and he couldn't help it, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
The room seemed to go quiet and all there was was them. Buffy would never know what made her go over to him, but she did, slow and seductively, swinging her hips just right until she was standing face to face with him. She didn't know what to say, if there even were words that she could say. There was an attraction between the two of them. Two souls pulled together. The music began and Spike stood up, holding out his hand to the woman in front of him.
His voice was soft as he greeted her and asked her the simple question, "Well luv, I should think that perhaps you would be interested in a dance?" He held out his pale white hand and she stared at it.
"Y-y-yes... I would like that." She took his hand and he led her out to the dance floor, the music floating around the two of them.
While the dying world redefines the reasons we strive to exist
We feign control though we're bound to learn the meaning of moments like this
Cause in the peaceful hour, the quiet spell
Seduced by the promise of bliss, we soon forget that nothing's happened yet
We're living for moments like this.
He held her protectively, lovingly, and breathing in her scent, that scent that was unique only to her. The lyrics weren't lost on Spike, but he was too involved with this angel that he held in his arms to completely comprehend them at that very moment.
"You know luv, I'm not as bad as you may think I am."
Buffy lay her head on his shoulder and only sighed in response to his statement. She had yet to say something to him, and she knew that she had to, but the thoughts that swirled through her head just were not making sense, it was all so confusing, and now she was here, in her enemy's arms.
So hold me, whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn who we are
It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
She listened the lyrics of the song, the beat of the musical rhythm as her body was molded against the hard marble of Spike's body. So safe in his arms, she comfortable, she fit just perfectly.
He kissed her neck and whispered to her, "You don't have to speak luv. I understand, it's strange for me too, but this is more than I could ever ask for, holding you in my arms like this. I need to tell you this. I've never felt this way before, not even with Dru, you're showing me a side of myself I never knew was there."
From the dim light in the grayness, the aim of the soul tends to miss
When the clouds catch fire and the oceans pitch
We're made for the moments like this
She knew his words were genuine and she ached to return those gentle word with gentle words of her own, but the thought of Angel still hung about her head, and what he friends would think. They could never accept her and Spike, they were fearful enough about Angel, and he had a soul. They might shun her, kick her out of their lives. It was best only to have stolen moments in the arms of this man. Her voice was so light and so quiet that only his vampiric hearing allowed Spike to pick it up. "You make me feel alive... more so than I already am."
He smiled and pushed her hair back, whispering back to her. "And you make me feel like a man, I feel more alive with you that I did when I was human."
So hold me, whisper gently that there's nothing to fear
You'll always be near, to remind me, to stand behind me
Although life can be rough we can never give up
She found her voice, but still kept it low and soft as she pulled her head back to look him in the eyes. His ice blue eyes looked deep into her green orbs and she could feel the tears welling in them. "This can't be real. If they find out... If Angel finds out..." Her chin dropped, almost in defeat, she didn't want to look into his eyes anymore and see the love that was shining from them.
He sighed and picked her chin back up with his gentle touch. "There's nothing to be afraid of luv. If you only want this to be in the moment, I'm fine with that. But I'm always gonna be here for you. Don't cry luv, I'm here for you, no matter what. Always here for you."
It's in our power to face the storm with all its fury and madness
The flash of thunder roll behind us with a longing and sadness
The clouds will break.
Buffy sighed and let a gentile hand slide down his chiseled cheek. "We've fought, against one another, with one another and for one another. We're going up against Glory, and I have no idea what she is, but she's stronger than me. We're fighters, we weren't meant to love and I'm realizing that. I wasn't meant to love Angel, Riley and I'm not meant to love now. And I'm afraid that I'm not gonna be able to save everyone this time." Her eyes sought out comfort in his and he only looked at her with love, adoration and a touch of sympathy.
She was in pain, and it tore him up inside. He didn't know what he could do to help her, but he would find some way to do it, even if it meant traveling into hell and back. That Glory, whatever the hell she was, she had power, he had seen that himself. But she was right. "There is a storm coming, and I'll be there next to you. We'll fight the storm together."
Hold me. Whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn how we are
It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
Hold me. Whisper gently that there's nothing to fear,
You'll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me
Although life can be rough we can never give up.
They clung to one another now, neither one speaking. His words had touched her and she feared that the tears would fall right where she stood. This was what she lived for, moments, stolen in time. This was her life, this was who she was. She was independent, as was he. They both lived for the moments. And she knew, being held in his arms that there wasn't anything to fear, not even death. She couldn't give up, not like she had been thinking of, had wanted. Life is hard, but she had to fight for love, for moments, for the world.
As the song ended, the didn't tear away from one another, but pulled back only slightly, looking into one another's eyes again. Spike letting his hand rest on her cheek, pulled her closer to him and leaned down, kissing her lightly, his lips just barely brushing against hers. He could feel the tears splash on his skin, though he didn't know if they were hers or his own tears. Pulling away he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and flashed her a sincere smile as he walked outta the Bronze, leaving her standing there, her tears falling down her face, watching her husband leave and knowing in her heart of hearts that this would all be alright.
TBC...
