Disclaimer: Ok, now, all together let's imagine that I own everything, cos
we all now if you try real hard it'll happen. So... Damn, again nothing!
How Joss do this?
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Kristen and Isabel for beta-ing! Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and. blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
Chapter three
"So what color is it?" Buffy asked and looked at the wall where the new painting hung.
"Yellow." Willow answered and she too looked at the painting.
"Yellow? You know I hate yellow!" Buffy gasped.
"Ok, then its red. Better?" Willow said and giggled. She knew Buffy made light of jokes that Willow made of Buffy's blindness. The first year Willow didn't know what to do and how to behave in front of Buffy. It was so hard to get used to the fact that the girl who usually painted Willow's portraits would never see her again. Buffy was an amazingly talented painter, no, Buffy had been an amazingly talented painter.
"So on this wall we have yellow," she pointed at the wall in front of her and then turned too the left. "Here blue," she again turned to her left "here green," and again left. "And red. Right?"
"Right. And in the middle we have black and white." Willow commented about the paintings that were exposed in the middle of the gallery.
"Great. Do all of them have Braille under the title?"
"Yes, dear boss, all of them do." Willow smiled as Buffy trailed her fingers over the Braille under one of the painting's titles.
"'Yellow rain'? What kind of a title is that? Ok, whatever. You should go, it's already," She took a deep breath. "Ten. You have classes."
"Ok, explain to me how can you tell what time is just by inhaling?"
"A talent. So are you gonna go or just continue getting on my nerves?" Buffy asked and looked over at Willow. Well, at least Willow thought that she looked at her; she knew that Buffy couldn't see anything else except darkness.
"I'll go, I'll go. You'll be alright, right?" Willow asked, a bit concerned.
"Sure. I'm a smart girl even if some insensitive pricks think I'm not." Buffy answered quietly.
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Go, I'm sure Tara is waiting." Buffy smiled, she knew that Willow was blushing. Tara was her girlfriend, a shy, nice girl. Buffy had never seen her (she had met Tara just two years ago), but she could guarantee that Tara even looked shy and nice.
"Yeah, probably. Um, do you wanna go with us to the Bronze tonight?"
"Dawn already asked me and the answer is still yes."
"Oh, good. Well I'll come around sixish, ok?"
"Sure. And don't worry, Cordy promised to stop by in the afternoon and Anya said something about coming and checking how the money is doing."
"Got that. Ok, then I'll head off. Take care and I love you." Willow said and turned to exit.
"Love you too." Buffy answered and stepped into the back room.
***
Ring.
The door bell rang. It was nearly one o'clock. Around two, Cordy promised to come. Buffy stepped out from the back room where she was organizing some of the gallery's papers. It was good that everything in here was in Braille, which made her job easier. Or actually it made her job possible.
"May I help you?" Buffy asked and turned in the direction where she could hear breathing. This being the only reason why Buffy never turned music on in the gallery, if someone entered she could here them breathing.
"Love the picture. Think I want to buy it." Answered a man's voice. Buffy noticed the voice, the same guy who she bumped into earlier. Great! If he was gonna start yelling again she would kick him out of here.
Spike turned around and froze. The blond girl, who he had met this morning.
The one, who he had been so rude with. Now that he wasn't angry anymore, he could see how beautiful she actually was. Her blond locks enveloped her small, sculptured face, and brought out her green eyes. Those eyes that had seemed so empty, now he knew why. They didn't see anything. He was interrupted from his thoughts by her question.
"Think or know?"
"Huh?"
"Buying." Buffy explained.
"I'll buy it."
"Ok." Buffy said and took a step toward the painting. She touched the Braille under the title. "'Black fantasy'. I've been told it looks amazing." She said quietly, and took the painting off the exposition.
"It does. Look, about this morning," Spike started, but Buffy cut him off.
"Doesn't matter. It will cost you 1200 dollars."
"I wanted to apologize, luv." Spike said and looked at the petite blond girl in front of him.
"Listen Mr.."
"Walthrop. William Walthrop. But everyone calls me Spike."
"Spike? That's a funny name. Anyway Mr. Walthrop, I assume someone told you that I'm blind or else I don't think you would apologize, so let's skip the pity and I'll wrap your painting." She looked at him (well through him) and carried the painting into the back room. Spike followed her. Buffy put the painting on the table and started to wrap it. Spike was amazed at how the girl could do things like any normal person. Stupid wanker, she is normal, just blind! Spike thought to himself.
"It's not pity, I was a bloody wanker this mornin' and wanted to apologize."
"Apology accepted. How will you be paying?" Buffy asked as she handed Spike the painting.
"Guess you don't accept checks?" Spike asked with a smirk on his face. Buffy smiled back though she didn't see his smile.
"Yeah. I prefer credit card, but cash will do too."
"Credit card." Spike said and handed it to Buffy. She didn't react. Idiot, she can't see! Spike took Buffy's hand; her skin was so soft and warm. Oh, that's a nice touch. Buffy thought to herself. Spike put the credit card in her hand, but didn't remove his hand. He looked into her eyes for a moment as she stared back and then suddenly Buffy took her hand away. Buffy ran the credit card through the machine and then handed it to Spike.
"That's all, the painting is officially yours. Can you carry it by yourself or do you need the gallery to deliver it?"
"I'll take it."
"Ok. Then good day Mr. Walthrop." Buffy said and Spike turned to leave, before exiting the gallery Spike looked over at Buffy one more time.
"Was a pleasure to meet you Miss?"
"Summers. Buffy Summers." Buffy answered and gave a smile in the direction where he stood.
"Well, good day Buffy." Spike said and left the gallery.
***
A/N: Sorry for waiting, it's just, I can only put next chappie when my beta is trough with it, so, but no worries the chappie 4 be up tomorrow :) Kisses, Ally.
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Kristen and Isabel for beta-ing! Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and. blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
Chapter three
"So what color is it?" Buffy asked and looked at the wall where the new painting hung.
"Yellow." Willow answered and she too looked at the painting.
"Yellow? You know I hate yellow!" Buffy gasped.
"Ok, then its red. Better?" Willow said and giggled. She knew Buffy made light of jokes that Willow made of Buffy's blindness. The first year Willow didn't know what to do and how to behave in front of Buffy. It was so hard to get used to the fact that the girl who usually painted Willow's portraits would never see her again. Buffy was an amazingly talented painter, no, Buffy had been an amazingly talented painter.
"So on this wall we have yellow," she pointed at the wall in front of her and then turned too the left. "Here blue," she again turned to her left "here green," and again left. "And red. Right?"
"Right. And in the middle we have black and white." Willow commented about the paintings that were exposed in the middle of the gallery.
"Great. Do all of them have Braille under the title?"
"Yes, dear boss, all of them do." Willow smiled as Buffy trailed her fingers over the Braille under one of the painting's titles.
"'Yellow rain'? What kind of a title is that? Ok, whatever. You should go, it's already," She took a deep breath. "Ten. You have classes."
"Ok, explain to me how can you tell what time is just by inhaling?"
"A talent. So are you gonna go or just continue getting on my nerves?" Buffy asked and looked over at Willow. Well, at least Willow thought that she looked at her; she knew that Buffy couldn't see anything else except darkness.
"I'll go, I'll go. You'll be alright, right?" Willow asked, a bit concerned.
"Sure. I'm a smart girl even if some insensitive pricks think I'm not." Buffy answered quietly.
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Go, I'm sure Tara is waiting." Buffy smiled, she knew that Willow was blushing. Tara was her girlfriend, a shy, nice girl. Buffy had never seen her (she had met Tara just two years ago), but she could guarantee that Tara even looked shy and nice.
"Yeah, probably. Um, do you wanna go with us to the Bronze tonight?"
"Dawn already asked me and the answer is still yes."
"Oh, good. Well I'll come around sixish, ok?"
"Sure. And don't worry, Cordy promised to stop by in the afternoon and Anya said something about coming and checking how the money is doing."
"Got that. Ok, then I'll head off. Take care and I love you." Willow said and turned to exit.
"Love you too." Buffy answered and stepped into the back room.
***
Ring.
The door bell rang. It was nearly one o'clock. Around two, Cordy promised to come. Buffy stepped out from the back room where she was organizing some of the gallery's papers. It was good that everything in here was in Braille, which made her job easier. Or actually it made her job possible.
"May I help you?" Buffy asked and turned in the direction where she could hear breathing. This being the only reason why Buffy never turned music on in the gallery, if someone entered she could here them breathing.
"Love the picture. Think I want to buy it." Answered a man's voice. Buffy noticed the voice, the same guy who she bumped into earlier. Great! If he was gonna start yelling again she would kick him out of here.
Spike turned around and froze. The blond girl, who he had met this morning.
The one, who he had been so rude with. Now that he wasn't angry anymore, he could see how beautiful she actually was. Her blond locks enveloped her small, sculptured face, and brought out her green eyes. Those eyes that had seemed so empty, now he knew why. They didn't see anything. He was interrupted from his thoughts by her question.
"Think or know?"
"Huh?"
"Buying." Buffy explained.
"I'll buy it."
"Ok." Buffy said and took a step toward the painting. She touched the Braille under the title. "'Black fantasy'. I've been told it looks amazing." She said quietly, and took the painting off the exposition.
"It does. Look, about this morning," Spike started, but Buffy cut him off.
"Doesn't matter. It will cost you 1200 dollars."
"I wanted to apologize, luv." Spike said and looked at the petite blond girl in front of him.
"Listen Mr.."
"Walthrop. William Walthrop. But everyone calls me Spike."
"Spike? That's a funny name. Anyway Mr. Walthrop, I assume someone told you that I'm blind or else I don't think you would apologize, so let's skip the pity and I'll wrap your painting." She looked at him (well through him) and carried the painting into the back room. Spike followed her. Buffy put the painting on the table and started to wrap it. Spike was amazed at how the girl could do things like any normal person. Stupid wanker, she is normal, just blind! Spike thought to himself.
"It's not pity, I was a bloody wanker this mornin' and wanted to apologize."
"Apology accepted. How will you be paying?" Buffy asked as she handed Spike the painting.
"Guess you don't accept checks?" Spike asked with a smirk on his face. Buffy smiled back though she didn't see his smile.
"Yeah. I prefer credit card, but cash will do too."
"Credit card." Spike said and handed it to Buffy. She didn't react. Idiot, she can't see! Spike took Buffy's hand; her skin was so soft and warm. Oh, that's a nice touch. Buffy thought to herself. Spike put the credit card in her hand, but didn't remove his hand. He looked into her eyes for a moment as she stared back and then suddenly Buffy took her hand away. Buffy ran the credit card through the machine and then handed it to Spike.
"That's all, the painting is officially yours. Can you carry it by yourself or do you need the gallery to deliver it?"
"I'll take it."
"Ok. Then good day Mr. Walthrop." Buffy said and Spike turned to leave, before exiting the gallery Spike looked over at Buffy one more time.
"Was a pleasure to meet you Miss?"
"Summers. Buffy Summers." Buffy answered and gave a smile in the direction where he stood.
"Well, good day Buffy." Spike said and left the gallery.
***
A/N: Sorry for waiting, it's just, I can only put next chappie when my beta is trough with it, so, but no worries the chappie 4 be up tomorrow :) Kisses, Ally.