Chapter 1: Mystery Man
I woke up on a bed covered in black satin. I couldn't be sure if it was day or night since there were heavy black out curtains hanging from the windows. I slowly pushed myself up and felt a rush of dizziness overcome me. I took a moment to get used the sensation, then stood on shaky legs.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you luv." I whirled around to see the man from last night standing in the shadows. I had no idea how I could see him, but didn't dwell too long on it.
"Why not and who the hell are you?" I asked staring to get angry as he stood there looking as unaffected as ever. At my tone his expression grew slightly amused, which only succeeded in infuriating me further.
"Just a warning pet and the name's Spike."
"Spike? What kind of name is Spike?" I asked, slightly intrigued, but trying not to show it.
"Well, I suppose it's my kind of name innit Buffy?"
My eyes widened considerably when he uttered my name. "H-How do you know my name?" I asked, fearing the answer.
"As I told you before pet, I know everything about you. Compared to everything else, you're name is pretty much insignificant." He said smirking.
As he was talking I slowly started backing away from him, looking back and fourth from him to the door nervously. Just as I was about to bolt I heard his voice.
"I said it before and I'll say it again. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Instead of the amused expression from moments ago, his mouth was twisted in a slight scowl and his eyes narrowed as they seemed to drink me in.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, my heart started to speed up considerably and my hands grew clammy.
He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes in what looked like pleasure. I took that as a sign and tried to bolt again. Just as my fingers brushed the doorknob I felt his hand on my arm and was whirled around, only to be pulled into his embrace.
I was terrified of what he'd do to me so I started to cry. "Shh…kitten, s' alright. I won't hurt you." He said soothingly as he stroked my hair. I let myself fall into the sensation for a moment before I realized what I was doing. I abruptly pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Then what do you want from me?" I managed to choke out, trying hard to hold back the remainder of my tears.
His eyes turned sad as he looked in my eyes searchingly. After what seemed like forever, he sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat. He turned his head to stare at the wall and I took that time to study his profile. Muscular stature, tousled bleached blonde hair, high cheekbones and when I turned to look into his eyes, I found two bright blue pools of fire boring into me with a look so intense that it seemed to burn a whole straight to my very soul. The look took me by surprise and I had to look away.
I felt his fingers brush my chin and lift my head to face him. His look turned affectionate as he gazed at me. "So what do you want with me?" I asked once again, trying desperately to break the palpable tension.
He continued to gaze at me and uttered one word that seemed to set me on fire and leave me with a feeling of dread at the same time. "You."