Chapter 3:

Rome Dance Club

Buffy entered a dancing club after having her talk with Dawn and Andrew about her mission. The club was packed with young twenty year old girls and guys. The music was blasting on the loud speaker so loudly that vibrations from the floor were felt by the people who stood still.

Buffy dressed in a short skirt and blouse, she didn't want any guy that pasted by her not to take a double take. Looking sexy and slutty was her plan. She just hoped that The Immortal aka "Francisco" would take notice and fall into her trap.

Buffy went to the bar and decided to get friendly with the bartender to get some information.

"Hi...you speak English?" Buffy said sweetly to the boy bartender.

The bartender smiled and rested his hands on the counter, "Certainly sweetie." The man said in English with a strong Italian accent.

"Well then maybe you can be helpful." Buffy said and gave him all kinds of mixed signals. One thing she remembered about Spike was that if you want something you take it, and now she wanted information and she didn't care if that meant hitting on the bartender, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Do you know a guy by the name of Francisco?" she asked innocently, not wanting her cover broken.

"Francisco?" he paused and thought about the name, "Francisco who?" he laughed.

Buffy laughed too, "Umm...I'm not sure...you might see him around here with a bunch of girls all over him and...I don't know...bodyguard type fellows with him that could be considered his groupies." Buffy explained.

"The Immortal?" the bartender quickly came up with.

Buffy was surprised by the bartender saying The Immortal's demon name. 'So even humans know him as the Immortal?!' she thought.

"Umm....yes...you know him?" Buffy asked.

"Know him?!" he laughed, "He's my idol, he's my inspiration." The bartender went on, "I would do anything for him. He is my favorite customer."

"I see." Buffy said. She was getting agitated by hearing how "wonderful" this Immortal is, "Is he around?" Buffy asked.

"No...he comes here every Thursday and Sunday night. On Sunday's he stays after closing hours. My boss loves the Immortal, they are great pals. Everyone is great pals with him!" the bartender said.

"Do you know where he might be...now?" Buffy asked but tried not to sound like she was pumping information.

"Oh no...every Friday night he goes to his secret spot...no one knows where he goes, not even his best and trusted friends." The bartender said.

"Don't you think that's...I don't know...suspicious?" Buffy asked.

"Nonsense! The Immortal just needs his space. So many people love him but sometimes he just needs a vacation. Friday nights are to himself." The bartender said and walked away to serve another customer, leaving Buffy with her thoughts.

Buffy's Apartment

When Buffy got home she told Dawn and Andrew her latest scoop on the Immortal.

"You still haven't seen him?" Dawn asked. Dawn and Andrew were leaning up against the coffee table playing a game of cards.

Buffy shook her head and collapsed on the couch still in her clothes from club. "I'm telling you this guy is so loved its sick. He's like Hitler, he brainwashes people into liking him but is truly evil."

"Maybe you should get more people involved Buffy." Dawn suggested, "If this guy is dangerous maybe we should get the whole Scooby gang here...call Willow, Xander—"

"No." Buffy simply said, "I don't want them involved....I mean...they have there own lives and own problems...Giles gave ME this assignment...I'm going to do it." Andrew was about to speak up, "And no Andrew, you are not getting involved either."

"Oh come on!" Andrew whined, "I think I deserve a major assignment, being a Watcher and all."

"No." Buffy said.

"Fine... I'll just live by own rules...a loner...play it cucumber." Andrew mumbled as he looked at his cards. When heard no one was talking or interrupting him he looked up and saw Dawn and Buffy staring at him as if he was some weirdo. "What?"

Dawn and Buffy just rolled there eyes.

TBC....