A/N: I wanted to take this moment to say thank you to all my lovely reviewers, so thank you!
Disclaimer: The song is called Someday by The Strokes, i can not claim any ownership for it.
Chapter thirty-four, Ruby Red Slippers (Part II)
Previously:
Lola was helping Xander load the trunk whilst he gave her a lecture on people stealing his tools.
"Exactly how far does that go down luv?" Spike suddenly remarked from behind her.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she replied smirking. They had both been referring to the tattoo of two Chinese characters on Lola's lowers back, the first one meant "Lo" and the second unseen one said "la" Her Chinese name was etched vertically so the "la" was hidden by her jeans, although Spike had know idea what they stood for or how many there were.
In many ways, they'll miss the good old days
Someday, someday
Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay
Sometimes, sometimes
When we was young, oh man, did we have fun
Always, always
Promises, they break before they're made
Sometimes, sometimes
Oh, My-ex says I'm lacking in depth
I will do my best
You say you wanna stay by my side
Darlin', your head's not right
See, alone we stand, together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be all right
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables, they turn sometimes
Oh, someday...
No, I ain't wastin' no more time
And now my fears
They come to me in threes
So, I
Sometimes
Say, "Fate my friend,
You say the strangest things
I find, sometimes"
Oh, My-ex says I'm lacking in depth
Say I will try my best
You say you wanna stay by my side
Darlin', your head's not right
See, alone we stand, together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be all right
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables, they turn sometimes
Oh, someday...
I ain't wasting no more time
The night was hot, a sticky hot that stung your eyes and crept up your spine so it tingled. The air was completely still, the only light coming from the dim street lamps, the noises of cars and raucous laughter mixed with far of sirens filled the skies. There was a bar lit by pink and purple lights, dark heavy curtains hung around the back windows and a sickly sweet smell hung in the crowded room. That was where Spike found her.
He stalked around the perimeter of the room,searching for...what? He did not know. He strutted over to the bar his black bomber jacket earning glances from the people around him, who fanned themselves with their hands. Just then Spike spotted her, it was hard to tell if it was her seeing as there were so many other brunettes in the world, but she turned slightly to sip her drink and Spike caught site of her face, it was her.
"Well well well, if it isn't Lola Walker," Spike said smirking as he came up behind her.
"Hello Spike," she replied turning round only slightly to look him in the eye.
"Can I sit?" He asked pulling out a cigarette.
"Be my guest," Lola sounded sullen and judging by the two empty glasses in front of her she was a little tipsy.
"So where did go?" Spike asked.
"Home, well not home but to my flat, I think I might stay there for a while." This time Lola turned to face him, her face brightened when she saw he was smoking. Spike wordlessly shook a cigarette out of the packet and handed it to her.
"They're all worried about you back at the house."
"So...?" Lola raised her eyebrow as if daring him to contradict her.
"Luv you have to come back at some point..."
Lola cut across him rudely. "You know us two have never really talked."
"Right and?" Spike asked raising an eyebrow cockily.
"Tell me about how you were sired and what happened before and after that, I wanna know about it. If you tell me I'll by you the next round of drinks," Lola bribed. Spike smirked.
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Kaiya walked back to Gryffindor tower sullenly. Her encounter with Ray hadn't lasted much longer than an hour so she'd had plenty of time to leave McGonogalls office unseen. She felt used and dirty, the things he said to her made her shiver. Kaiya ran up a few steps until she reached the portrait of the fat lady, who was of course sleeping seeing as it was so late. Kaiya whispered the password and the portrait swung open lazily.
She slithered into the cosy common room looking around furtively. The last embers of the fire were dying out, they sent Kaiyas shadow out over the deserted room. Kaiya flinched when she caught site of herself in a mirror she looked a mess. Kaiya touched the bruise on the side of her face and winced, she hurt all over. Kaiya held back a sob and made her way up to bed.
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A gentle stream of colours played across Lola's face as she gulped down her sixth Vodka shot. A sickish green as it first hit her tongue, a pale glow as it travelled down her throat and then a warm tinge as it settled in her belly. Spike laughed as she screwed up her face in disgust, he couldn't help but realise that Lola wasn't the only drunk person around there. Spike had consumed a fair amount of alcohol himself and was starting to feel the effects.
"Spike?" Lola slurred resting her head on the table and clutching her empty glass protectively.
"Yeah luv?" He replied looking at her with glazed eyes.
"You know those big victorian dress things they wore when you were human," Lola whispered the word human as if it was illegal, "I've always wanted to wear one of those dresses, they kinda turn me on. Do they turn you on?" Lola said it so innocently she sounded almost child like.
"Oh god yeah. They had all these petticoats right that you had to get under and it was like unwrapping a birthday present when I pulled it of someone. Also the corsets were amazing such a turn on with the girls milky breasts spilling out of them," Spike said his eyes unfocused.
Lola snorted and punched him in the arm. "I need another drink," Lola said seriously.
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Willows P.O.V
I remember with such perfect clarity how hot it was that summer. How the air seemed to stiffen around you, squeezing until you popped and dived into the sheltered confines of a swimming pool. The air was humid in the evenings and if there was a breeze it was a soft warm caress on your face. There were no gushes of wind to blow your hair around your face menacingly, no outstanding downpours of rain to drown you in their dissatisfaction.
That was the summer on my ninth birthday (sixteen years ago). I spent the whole time hanging around with Xander by the pool in Sunnydale leisure centre, we only stopped swimming to buy ice creams. On one particularly hot day I decided to stay in. By the evening I was bored so set out to call Xander, we decided to meet at the ice cream parlour on Mocking dale road.
I walked purposefully towards it, fanning myself as I went. I desperately wanted to get out of the sun, so I decided to cut through a nice shady alley. Upon entering I heard voices, strangled voices. I ducked behind a dustbin not wanting to be spotted. Peeking out I could make out the scene before me.
There were two men, one with greasy black hair and a hooked nose the other had wild greying hair, his eyes looked mad, he was scarred and he spat when he spoke.
"So Sunnydale hu? What do you think the Dark Lord wants from here?" Asked the mad man.
"Probably some stray vampire for his sacrifice," The other said offhandedly.
"What sacrifice?"
"Oh I'm sorry did he not tell you?" The man with greasy hair said superiorly, "The Dark Lord is making a sacrifice so he can store a part of his soul and a good amount of his power in a box. He will be invincible unless the box is broken."
"How do you know this?"
"Well I am kept informed seeing as I'm risking my life being a spy and all that."
"What utter bollocks I risk MY life recruiting people!" The mad man said outraged.
"Calm down Greyback. All you do is have a bite to eat, I on the other hand am inside the enemies head, I'm part of their mind, I can see all their dirty tricks an..."
Greyback cut him of, "oh yeah then tell me who will win this, prophecy boy or our master?"
I remember breathing a sigh of relief once they had left. I dismissed the encounter as two mad men talking a load of rubbish. But years later on a musty night when the house was near empty with Spike and Lola out and Faith out trying to cheer Buffy up, I remembered it. I was sitting at the coffee table crossed legged, my head resting on a heavy book when the conversation suddenly popped into my mind. I suddenly realised the significance of it. So if Voldemort needed to do a ritual to open, close then seal the box that would suggest the same ritual reversed would be needed to open the box.
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He coughed slightly as he calmed down then became serious. "Why did you rebel so much against your parents when you had everything you ever wanted?"
"I dunno I guess I was a bit mad," Lola replied slurring. The two fell about laughing again. Once Lola gained her composure she looked at Spike coyly under her eyelashes. "You know I've always kinda fancied you," she said in an attempt at being sexy.
"Really luv?" Spike asked cockily.
"Yeah, I like the whole bad boy thing." Lola waggled her eyebrows.
A strand of hair fell from behind Lola's ear, she bent her head forwards letting it dangle. Spike new what would happen if he pushed that strand of dark brown hair back behind her cheek bones.
He knew that suddenly she would look up, rest her head against his hand on her cheek. They would soon be lost in each others furious kiss, her lips bruising his as she pressed herself against his roughly, vending her frustration in herself out on him. it would become more gentle as they melted into each other getting used to the others mouth. Soon they would be staggering out of the bar, walking down the dark streets lit by soft yellow light. Their hands would be on each other all the time right up to Lola's flat.
On the way up the rickety spiralling staircase, he would push her against one of the peeling walls. His hand would creep under her silver, sequinned, short and backless dress. He would caress her thigh. They would finally reach her flat, scrambling with the keys they would hardly be able to get in, she would try to flick the light switch one handed as they snogged. Clothes would be shed as they backed into her bedroom and then finally onto the crumpled white bed sheets of the small bed.
Surprisingly enough Spike did tuck that strand of static hair behind Lola's ear. The only explanation for it was that they were under the influence of lubricous amounts of alcohol and that makes people do strange unexpected things. Subsequently that night Spike got to finally find out how far Lola's tattoo went down.
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A/N: I would like to say sorry for the fact that it's taken me so long to update. I am trying to write a story for school at the same time as this so it's been really hard to alternate, I'll do the best I can to get chapters up quickly.
I think you all hate me because I just made Spike and Lola shag, but I think it was needed. I am so sick of Spuffy!
Please don't call Lola a Mary Sue because I would like to point out that I have not centered the story around her, I have not made her prettier than any other charecter in BTVS, I have not made her have beter super powers than Buffy and I have not made her amazing, the only thing interesting about her is she's a very insecure person who in my opinion could benefit thereapy, (more on that in the next chapter).
Anyways suggestions where do you guys want Lola and Spikes relatioship to go?