[NW]
That night at The Bronze, there was a good crowd, nothing huge, but enough people to get lost in. Buffy appreciated being anonymous since she was dancing with William "Spike" Cutter. Who in their right mind would have guessed that she would end up dancing with Spike's great grandson? It was too bizarre. But Buffy loved every minute of it. Plus Spike was a great dancer. The pair stood apart, dancing wildly to the music that blasted through the speakers. It was exactly what Buffy needed. There had been too much excess energy floating around. She had to get it out somehow, and if not by killing demons then at least by dancing with the great grandson. They fit so well together. It was amazing, people who didn't know them that saw the pair dancing thought they were a couple that had practiced their moves in advance. They worked off each other with such ease and grace that it took peoples breath away. Buffy added in some of her Slayer moves and Spike countered back with some obvious Tae-kwan-do moves he had picked up somewhere. Buffy smiled, "this was too great; fighting without even touching the other person, although she wouldn't mind touching....oh god she hadn't just thought that had she?" But she knew she had. It was insane but it was happening. She liked Spike. What else would this crazy night turn out?
Spike danced lost in contemplation about the girl in front of him. She was special, she was unique. This girl had something no other girl had, she had moves. The way she danced with that golden hair swirling in the haze of lights and the way her hips worked back and forth, it was almost too much. She was amazing. And he couldn't believe that he had picked her up in a graveyard, in front of his great grandfather's grave. He was going to have to get the whole story from her later because it almost seemed like she knew who he was before they had said a word. But first he had to touch her; she was just too perfect to not touch. He moved a little bit closer and watched for a reaction, if she moved back then he would stop. He didn't want to pressure her at this moment. He wanted to make sure this worked.
One step.
No reaction, perhaps she didn't see it.
Another step.
She continued swaying.
A third, now he was within 5 inches of her.
He could almost feel the heat coming off her sweaty body. She looked him in the eye and then she took a step. They were about to collide. She wrapped her arms around him and he placed his hands on her beautiful hips. They were barely 2 inches apart. Spike couldn't believe it. It was too amazing. Then she said something in his ear. He didn't hear her the first time; his heart was beating so loudly. "What?" he said over the din of the music. "I said," she tried again, "I love this song." Spike smiled and then actually began to listen to the song. And then his heart sank. The song had changed while he had been lost in his daydream. It was slow, so that was why they were dancing so close. It was a typical thing to do. Nothing special about it. The song was some sappy love ballad. Spike didn't care anymore; he couldn't believe that he had actually thought this girl had come to him wanting more than a dance. She was way out of his league. Sure she was awesome but she probably had some jock boyfriend waiting for her to call when she got home. He was just her fling. A bump in the road. He thought to himself, "What am I doing? This is insane. She probably won't even remember my name in the morning; I have to get out of here before I embarrass myself even more."
He broke away from Buffy, "Buffy, I..."
He couldn't get it out, he couldn't tell her what he had been thinking, and he just needed to leave.
"Spike what is it?" She asked in that melodious voice, "What's wrong?"
"I can't do this, I'm sorry." Then he fled. He knew he was a coward for doing it but he did it anyway.
He heard her call as he ran out, "Spike! Wait!"
But now he wouldn't wait for her. If he did it would just cause his heart to break even more than it also had. If she saw him at school on Monday, then she would never talk to him. He had to leave; it was the right thing to do.
~*~
[SW]
Buffy lay in her bed that night wishing for Spike to come and rescue her. Giles had driven her home and then come in to talk to her mother. More like flirt with her but whatever. Giles had explained the situation to Joyce that her Buffy was in another dimension. She had nodded and then sat down on the bar stool in the kitchen. She had dealt with a lot but this was almost more than she could take. Her daughter was stuck in another dimension. And there was nothing she could do to help. Joyce had hugged Buffy and offered her some dinner but Buffy declined, she preferred to sit in her room and think about Spike. About his lips and his hands and what else she wanted to see of his perfect body.
Buffy sat on the edge of her bed and lay back against the soft covers. Over and over again all she could see was his face; the beautiful cheek bones, piercing the blue eyes and the British accent that made her go weak in the knees. She suddenly thought to herself, "How could the other Buffy stand to be around him and have him?" She knew she couldn't. Buffy got up from the bed and got some pajamas out of the dresser. She was exhausted. It wasn't everyday you find out you've been transported to another dimension and meet the man of your dreams. She yawned and stretched. Then pulled back the sheets and slipped into bed. And with happy images of Spike dancing through her head, Buffy the Non- Slayer fell asleep.
~*~*~*~ Buffy watched herself walk down the street. It was nighttime, she looked sad. She also looked hot and sweaty like she had been dancing or fighting or something. Buffy walked next to herself knowing that she couldn't see her. She watched Buffy round the corner and head down Revello drive towards her house. Then suddenly from out of the bushes came a huge thing. It was red and scaly with two horns and a huge axe in one hand. It came at Buffy yelling. Buffy was startled, she looked up at the demon and immediately went into fighting stance. She used the beasts momentum to make it run past her then executed a kick to its back, knocking it down. The beast yelled again and got up. It swung the axe at Buffy's head. She ducked and then with one foot swept the creature off its feet. It fell with a thud, cracking the sidewalk. It lay there dazed and then Buffy picked up its axe with ease and swiftly chopped off its head. Then calmly pulled the monster into the bushes threw his axe after him and wiped her hands. Then she continued calmly down the street. The dreaming Buffy looked at the departing girl, "Hey!" She thought, "Those are my new suede boots I bought with Cordelia!" ~*~*~*~
Buffy awoke with a start. She was breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. What was that dream? It was still vivid in her mind. The scary beast thingy and the other Buffy. She needed to talk to Giles. She looked at her alarm clock. It was almost 5. She slid out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a cute top. Brushed her hair then headed toward the window. She had done this plenty of times before, sneaking out to meet the girls for either a party or. . . a party. Buffy sighed and lifted the sash. She climbed out onto the roof and then dropped down the ground.
She started down the street then realized two things, one, there were demons in this dimension that could hurt her, possibly kill her. And two, she did not know where Giles's house was. This could be a problem. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and contemplated what to do. Then suddenly she heard a sound behind her.
Maybe she could bluff them out, "Whoever, whatever you are, you better leave now, I'm the Slayer and I can kick your ass!"
"I know that Slayer, that's why I'm walking 10 steps behind you."
"Spike?!" Buffy whirled around to see the blonde vamp watching her.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, love. What are you doing out here?"
"Well I was trying to get to Giles's house, but. . ."
"But what, pet?" Buffy shivered as he called her by the name.
"It doesn't matter, now that you're here."
Spike blinked, he wasn't ready for that one, she wasn't berating him for being near her or calling her by 'pet' names. "Are you feeling alright Slayer?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Buffy threw up her hands in annoyance
"They have been asking you 'if you felt alright'?" Spike's eyes widened. "What's going on here Buffy, an' tell me the truth."
"Alright Spike I. . . ." Buffy was interrupted by the yell of a demon. She screamed and ran towards Spike. He looked at her in amazement and thought to himself, "Why isn't she fighting?"
"Kill it Spike! Kill it!"
The demon looked at the pair and started after them its taloned claws sweeping through the air. Spike looked incredulously at Buffy again, shrugged his shoulders then put on his game face.
The fight was quick because the demon was slow, it depended on its sharp claws and sweeping motions to kill its prey but Spike was no prey, he attacked the beast from behind and quickly snapped its neck. The demon dropped to the ground. Spike looked at Buffy,
"Okay Buffy, you gotta tell me what's going on here, that was a measly Kinonal demon, one of the easiest demons to kill and you ran away like a big baby. I don't get it."
"Yeh, I know Spike. Why don't we go somewhere so that I can explain."
"Sure, that would be nice, seeing that the sun is about to come up. Let's go to my place."
"Sounds great to me." And Buffy turned and followed Spike through the morning dew that lay on the ground to his crypt, to tell the story of her switch.
~*~I hope you guys enjoyed it. PLEASE REVIEW - BelleArtiste
That night at The Bronze, there was a good crowd, nothing huge, but enough people to get lost in. Buffy appreciated being anonymous since she was dancing with William "Spike" Cutter. Who in their right mind would have guessed that she would end up dancing with Spike's great grandson? It was too bizarre. But Buffy loved every minute of it. Plus Spike was a great dancer. The pair stood apart, dancing wildly to the music that blasted through the speakers. It was exactly what Buffy needed. There had been too much excess energy floating around. She had to get it out somehow, and if not by killing demons then at least by dancing with the great grandson. They fit so well together. It was amazing, people who didn't know them that saw the pair dancing thought they were a couple that had practiced their moves in advance. They worked off each other with such ease and grace that it took peoples breath away. Buffy added in some of her Slayer moves and Spike countered back with some obvious Tae-kwan-do moves he had picked up somewhere. Buffy smiled, "this was too great; fighting without even touching the other person, although she wouldn't mind touching....oh god she hadn't just thought that had she?" But she knew she had. It was insane but it was happening. She liked Spike. What else would this crazy night turn out?
Spike danced lost in contemplation about the girl in front of him. She was special, she was unique. This girl had something no other girl had, she had moves. The way she danced with that golden hair swirling in the haze of lights and the way her hips worked back and forth, it was almost too much. She was amazing. And he couldn't believe that he had picked her up in a graveyard, in front of his great grandfather's grave. He was going to have to get the whole story from her later because it almost seemed like she knew who he was before they had said a word. But first he had to touch her; she was just too perfect to not touch. He moved a little bit closer and watched for a reaction, if she moved back then he would stop. He didn't want to pressure her at this moment. He wanted to make sure this worked.
One step.
No reaction, perhaps she didn't see it.
Another step.
She continued swaying.
A third, now he was within 5 inches of her.
He could almost feel the heat coming off her sweaty body. She looked him in the eye and then she took a step. They were about to collide. She wrapped her arms around him and he placed his hands on her beautiful hips. They were barely 2 inches apart. Spike couldn't believe it. It was too amazing. Then she said something in his ear. He didn't hear her the first time; his heart was beating so loudly. "What?" he said over the din of the music. "I said," she tried again, "I love this song." Spike smiled and then actually began to listen to the song. And then his heart sank. The song had changed while he had been lost in his daydream. It was slow, so that was why they were dancing so close. It was a typical thing to do. Nothing special about it. The song was some sappy love ballad. Spike didn't care anymore; he couldn't believe that he had actually thought this girl had come to him wanting more than a dance. She was way out of his league. Sure she was awesome but she probably had some jock boyfriend waiting for her to call when she got home. He was just her fling. A bump in the road. He thought to himself, "What am I doing? This is insane. She probably won't even remember my name in the morning; I have to get out of here before I embarrass myself even more."
He broke away from Buffy, "Buffy, I..."
He couldn't get it out, he couldn't tell her what he had been thinking, and he just needed to leave.
"Spike what is it?" She asked in that melodious voice, "What's wrong?"
"I can't do this, I'm sorry." Then he fled. He knew he was a coward for doing it but he did it anyway.
He heard her call as he ran out, "Spike! Wait!"
But now he wouldn't wait for her. If he did it would just cause his heart to break even more than it also had. If she saw him at school on Monday, then she would never talk to him. He had to leave; it was the right thing to do.
~*~
[SW]
Buffy lay in her bed that night wishing for Spike to come and rescue her. Giles had driven her home and then come in to talk to her mother. More like flirt with her but whatever. Giles had explained the situation to Joyce that her Buffy was in another dimension. She had nodded and then sat down on the bar stool in the kitchen. She had dealt with a lot but this was almost more than she could take. Her daughter was stuck in another dimension. And there was nothing she could do to help. Joyce had hugged Buffy and offered her some dinner but Buffy declined, she preferred to sit in her room and think about Spike. About his lips and his hands and what else she wanted to see of his perfect body.
Buffy sat on the edge of her bed and lay back against the soft covers. Over and over again all she could see was his face; the beautiful cheek bones, piercing the blue eyes and the British accent that made her go weak in the knees. She suddenly thought to herself, "How could the other Buffy stand to be around him and have him?" She knew she couldn't. Buffy got up from the bed and got some pajamas out of the dresser. She was exhausted. It wasn't everyday you find out you've been transported to another dimension and meet the man of your dreams. She yawned and stretched. Then pulled back the sheets and slipped into bed. And with happy images of Spike dancing through her head, Buffy the Non- Slayer fell asleep.
~*~*~*~ Buffy watched herself walk down the street. It was nighttime, she looked sad. She also looked hot and sweaty like she had been dancing or fighting or something. Buffy walked next to herself knowing that she couldn't see her. She watched Buffy round the corner and head down Revello drive towards her house. Then suddenly from out of the bushes came a huge thing. It was red and scaly with two horns and a huge axe in one hand. It came at Buffy yelling. Buffy was startled, she looked up at the demon and immediately went into fighting stance. She used the beasts momentum to make it run past her then executed a kick to its back, knocking it down. The beast yelled again and got up. It swung the axe at Buffy's head. She ducked and then with one foot swept the creature off its feet. It fell with a thud, cracking the sidewalk. It lay there dazed and then Buffy picked up its axe with ease and swiftly chopped off its head. Then calmly pulled the monster into the bushes threw his axe after him and wiped her hands. Then she continued calmly down the street. The dreaming Buffy looked at the departing girl, "Hey!" She thought, "Those are my new suede boots I bought with Cordelia!" ~*~*~*~
Buffy awoke with a start. She was breathing heavily and in a cold sweat. What was that dream? It was still vivid in her mind. The scary beast thingy and the other Buffy. She needed to talk to Giles. She looked at her alarm clock. It was almost 5. She slid out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a cute top. Brushed her hair then headed toward the window. She had done this plenty of times before, sneaking out to meet the girls for either a party or. . . a party. Buffy sighed and lifted the sash. She climbed out onto the roof and then dropped down the ground.
She started down the street then realized two things, one, there were demons in this dimension that could hurt her, possibly kill her. And two, she did not know where Giles's house was. This could be a problem. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and contemplated what to do. Then suddenly she heard a sound behind her.
Maybe she could bluff them out, "Whoever, whatever you are, you better leave now, I'm the Slayer and I can kick your ass!"
"I know that Slayer, that's why I'm walking 10 steps behind you."
"Spike?!" Buffy whirled around to see the blonde vamp watching her.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, love. What are you doing out here?"
"Well I was trying to get to Giles's house, but. . ."
"But what, pet?" Buffy shivered as he called her by the name.
"It doesn't matter, now that you're here."
Spike blinked, he wasn't ready for that one, she wasn't berating him for being near her or calling her by 'pet' names. "Are you feeling alright Slayer?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Buffy threw up her hands in annoyance
"They have been asking you 'if you felt alright'?" Spike's eyes widened. "What's going on here Buffy, an' tell me the truth."
"Alright Spike I. . . ." Buffy was interrupted by the yell of a demon. She screamed and ran towards Spike. He looked at her in amazement and thought to himself, "Why isn't she fighting?"
"Kill it Spike! Kill it!"
The demon looked at the pair and started after them its taloned claws sweeping through the air. Spike looked incredulously at Buffy again, shrugged his shoulders then put on his game face.
The fight was quick because the demon was slow, it depended on its sharp claws and sweeping motions to kill its prey but Spike was no prey, he attacked the beast from behind and quickly snapped its neck. The demon dropped to the ground. Spike looked at Buffy,
"Okay Buffy, you gotta tell me what's going on here, that was a measly Kinonal demon, one of the easiest demons to kill and you ran away like a big baby. I don't get it."
"Yeh, I know Spike. Why don't we go somewhere so that I can explain."
"Sure, that would be nice, seeing that the sun is about to come up. Let's go to my place."
"Sounds great to me." And Buffy turned and followed Spike through the morning dew that lay on the ground to his crypt, to tell the story of her switch.
~*~I hope you guys enjoyed it. PLEASE REVIEW - BelleArtiste