Chapter Six

Buffy awoke the following afternoon at the very loud sound of her cell phone (soon to be broken cell phone for waking her up from her precious sleep time) ringing. She groaned and wrapped her pillow around her head to muffle the sound, hoping that the caller would change his or her mind and decide that this was the wrong number. But such a thing did not occur. Her phone kept ringing and ringing, and ringing some more.

Buffy groaned and grudgingly slipped out from the warmth and comfort of her bed to cross the room and find out who she was going to have to kill for this unwelcome wake-up call. She pressed talk and brought the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" she answered with hatred dripping from her voice as she made her way back across the room and crawled into her warm and snuggly bed, bringing the covers up over her head.

"Jee! What bug crawled up your ass?"

"Cordy? Why are you calling me so goddamn early?"

"Whatever! It's like 2:30 in the afternoon. Anyway, I'm in town for the weekend, so what are your plans for tonight?"

"Well-"

"Great! So I'll pick you up at 8 and we'll go out. See ya!"

Buffy smiled and shook her head. There was no way she could protest once Cordy got something into her mind.

"Fine." she replied rather nonchalantly.

"Oh, and Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be such a bitch later."

With that, Buffy heard her hang up the phone and chuckled. Cordelia Chase had been one of her best friends since high school and the prom queen of Sunnydale High. Of course, if you'd have seen her, you would certainly understand why. She had a perfect figure and great silky brown hair. She always wore the most stylish clothes and makeup. No one at school had ever questioned her sense of fashion and the fact that she had daddy's millions only made her situation better.

It made Buffy smile to think of her old friends. She had missed them so much when she left her home to move to Manhattan with Angel. She had never been absolutely certain she was doing the right thing, but had eventually gotten over it, though not completely. Every so often, her mind would wander and she would find herself fantasizing about the life she had left behind, including her sister and the father she could never stand to be around for more than five minutes. She could have at least stayed for Dawn, though, couldn't she? She supposed it didn't really matter now. She was getting married to Angel in two weeks and he would never go for moving back to Sunnydale and living there.

Buffy closed her eyes and rested her head against one of the fluffy pillows on her bed. I'm getting married in two weeks, she thought in a daze. Me! Getting married! Two weeks! Oh my god. This is so surreal.

Buffy left a note for Angel since he had not yet arrived home from work. She wasn't worried though. He did this quite often. Cordelia showed up a few minutes later than she had said, but Buffy could not have hoped for a better surprise.

"Willow!" she exclaimed happily. "I can't believe you're actually here. And Xander! I'm so happy to see you guys!"

Willow Rosenburg and Alexander Harris (Xander) had been Buffy's closest friends in high school. Willow was the brain. She had short red hair and a very light complexion. Xander was the…well, Buffy couldn't really find a category for Xander. He had dark brown hair and eyes and was rather weird. But anyway, then of course there was Cordelia.

"Cordy!" Buffy said finally giving each of them a great big hug. "This is amazing and the best surprise ever!"

"Well Buff, we heard you're going to get married in a couple weeks, so it's only right that we celebrate, right?" Xander said with a friendly smile.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Willow. "We gotta party!"

"I don't know guys. Lately I haven't been much of a party girl. Maybe we could just do a quiet dinner-" an unsure Buffy started.

"Quiet dinner? Whatever! Do you think I came all the way to Manhattan for a quiet dinner?" Cordelia interrupted with a sarcastic smile. "Come on, Buffy. You know me way better than that. Actually, I got reservations for us at this awesome club that just opened a few weeks ago. Apparently it's like the ultimate place for New Yorkers to hang and I'm so looking forward to checking out the hot guys this city has to offer. So don't talk to me about quiet dinners, Buffy Summers. We're going to the club. It's been decided."

"There's really no reasoning with her when she's like this, is there?" Buffy whispered to Xander and Willow as they all climbed into Cordelia's gorgeous silver Porsche.

"Nope. I think if she doesn't get her way, she'll probably bash us over the head and drag us there while we're unconscious." Xander replied with a grin as he climbed into the back seat.

Buffy and Willow shared a laugh and climbed in after him.

"Xander! If I see another mark on my leather interior from those stupid piece of crap shoes you wear…" Cordelia mentioned.

"Oh shut up, Cordy." Xander replied, while Buffy and Willow shared amused glances.

And the rest of the ride continued much like this. With Xander and Cordelia bickering like a married couple and Willow and Buffy catching up on each other's lives.

The club was beautiful. Buffy noticed the minute she walked in that it must be one of the most glamorous places in Manhattan and it wasn't at all tacky either. It was extremely crowded and loud, though. The music blared from huge speakers that surrounded the walls of the gigantic club. Buffy discovered that it was quite a task just making her way through the crowds of people.

"I'm going to the bar to get a drink. Why don't you guys go find us someplace to sit?" Cordelia suggested immediately.

"I'll come with you." Buffy said to Cordelia and Xander and Willow agreed to go seek out a table for them to sit at.

Buffy and Cordelia made their way to the bar and Cordelia ordered the drinks and while they waited, she also flirted mindlessly with the bartender, so Buffy shook her head and sat down at one of the stools at the opposite end of the counter. This was so she wouldn't have to listen to Cordy flirt with every guy who came within ten feet of her.

Buffy was seated facing the dance floor, so she didn't hear him come up behind her and she jumped when she heard his voice.

"Well, fancy seeing you here, pet. Didn't think your were much of a party girl. Of course, spending all that time with the ponce, who could blame you? But actually, I guess you don't spend all that much time together with Peaches being gone all the time."

"Spike! What are you doing here?" she replied with annoyance written all over her face.

"Well, I have a date love. Unlike my brother who spends all his time at work and has never broken free from his busy schedule and had fun in his life, I do like to get out sometimes."

"Angel doesn't need a date. He has me." Buffy said through clenched teeth.

"That's not what I meant." Spike replied raising an eyebrow.

Did she think he was implying that he wanted Angel to cheat on her?

Suddenly, before another word could be shared between the two of them, a girl with brown hair and a very slutty outfit came up between them and wrapped her arms around Spike, rubbing herself against him seductively.

"Hey Spikey? When are we gonna dance?" she asked sweetly as she kissed his neck.

Spike grinned and placed one of his arms around her waist.

Buffy glared daggers at him. Why did he have to be such a show off with that stupid whore? And, why was it bothering her so much? That was the question she really wanted the answer to.

"Buffy this is my date, Faith." he said as he placed his other arm around Faith's waist and guided her to the dance floor.

It made Buffy terribly furious just watching the way their bodies moved together on that floor. She ordered a drink, which was something she usually tried to avoid because of the way alcohol made her afterwards. But today, to hell with the consequences, she thought as she watched Faith throw herself all over Spike.

She finished the shot of…what the hell had she ordered, again? She then ordered another and another. It was going to be an interesting night.

In her immense flirtage with every guy in the club, Cordelia had completely forgotten that she had left Buffy all by herself. When she found her, though, it wasn't the prettiest sight. It had been hard enough to find Buffy since she was surrounded by a huge group of guys. Cordelia's mouth dropped open when she realized that Buffy was dancing seductively in the center of the crowd, which was something she had never done except when she'd been-

"Oh my god. Buffy are you drunk?!" Cordelia stated in shock as she dragged Buffy away from the strangers who had been ogling her.

Noooooooo, I'm just having a little fun Cordeeeeelia. You know, I'm just being adventurous and all that sort of stuff you always talk about and stuff." Buffy replied with a giggle almost falling over and spilling her drink.

"You are so totally drunk. I can't believe this. Come on. Let's go find Willow and Xander."

"Mmmmmmkay."

Willow and Xander were just as shocked as Cordelia had been to find their Buffy drunk.

"Maybe we should take you home sweetie." Willow offered kindly.

"No way!" said Buffy. "I wanna dance. Come on Xander. Dance with me."

"I think I'll sit this one out, Buff." Xander replied with a smile.

"Fine. Suit yourself." Buffy said with a grin as she headed out to the dance floor moving to the music and almost tumbling to the ground several times.

"Oh my god! Where's she going? You have to stop her, Cordy." Willow stated with a worried expression on her face.

"I can't. She won't let me take her home. She's totally going to embarrass the hell out of herself."

"Let's watch!" Xander said eagerly.

"XANDER!" Both girls cried angrily at his comment.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to do something." Willow affirmed.

But before she could take one step towards Buffy, the humiliation had already started taking place as Buffy not only began dancing heatedly with every guy around her and kissing them, but she also handed a great deal of them her phone number.

When Spike noticed what she was doing he almost exploded with anger. He couldn't bear to see her with those stupid fools. He let go of Faith and crossed over to Buffy tearing her away from the arms of those stupid horny guys that surrounded her.

"Hey!" Buffy protested, but she didn't exactly have the strength to pull away from his tight grasp on her wrist.

Faith decided to keep herself entertained by making out with the bartender while Spike took Buffy into a deserted hallway in the club.

"What do you think you're doing?" Buffy yelled angrily.

She could see the anger written all over Spike's face. His eyes looked like blue icicyles and were filled with rage as he stared at her intently. She shivered. He gripped her arms and slammed her into the wall with fury. He was holding her so tightly and the way his body was pushed up against hers felt so…

Buffy tried to push him way, but failed miserably. All the alcohol was certainly having an effect on her in more ways than one. First of all, she had lost all the strength she possessed and lacked the ability to push him away from her. Second, she wasn't sure if she wanted him away from her. Third…

"Spike?" she continued uncertainly, but it came out as more of a moan.

Before she could say another word, he had slammed his lips against hers.