Tree Hill Slayer

Chapter 10

Buffy knew clubs, and the one Brooke took her too was no different from The Bronze. It was a little brighter colored, maybe, but it had the same atmosphere- a whole bunch of teenagers and twenty-something people trying to get drunk and have a good time.

"I'll get us all a beer," Peyton offered, "Meet back up with you two in a minute."

Brooke could barely pay attention to anything but the way that red dress clung to Buffy's body. She seemed to have very little control over where her eyes were going, because as much as she tried to keep it from it, her gaze kept landing on Buffy's cleavage. And although the blonde had very tiny boobs, the view was still incredibly nice. The fact that Brooke recognized that at all made her feel a little queesy.

"You okay?" Buffy asked her. "You look kind of.. I don't know, wigged?"

Brooke shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I'm good. Let's get some guys and dance, okay?"

As soon as she said that, two guys approached them. Brooke had never saw either of them before, but they were both extremely attractive. One of them was taller, darker skinned and haired, and had bright green eyes. The other one was a little more muscular and blonde. They both grinned at the same time.

"Why haven't me and my friend came across you two before?" The darker haired guy asked them. "Because now I feel like I've been missing out."

Buffy had a funny feeling about him. He wasn't a vampire, but he seemed kinda creepy. And he looked kind of like Angel, but in all the wrong ways.

"Well you haven't been looking very hard," Brooke told him, "Because I've been around. My friend here, however, is new."

"Yes," the dark guy said, "And you are hot as hell too. Both of you are. You guys wanna dance with us?"

"Can your friend talk?" Buffy asked, "Or is he mute?"

The blonde just grinned at her, exposing pearly white teeth. He was creepy too, now that she thought about it.

"He doesn't need to talk," the other said, "Just come dance with us." He extended his hand to Buffy. "I choose you."

Buffy looked at Brooke and Brooke gave her a look telling her to go for it. But the slayer was hesitant. There was something about the guys that made her suspicious. So she had to make a choice- she could dance with the guy and make Brooke happy, or.. "Actually," Buffy said, "I think I'm going to dance with someone else."

"Really?" the creep said. "And who is that?"

Buffy took Brooke's hand and drug her out to the dance floor, and the brunette just followed her willingly.

"What are we doing?" she asked, once they were in the middle of the room and far away from the two guys.

"Dancing," Buffy said, "Follow my lead." She put her hands on Brooke's hip and moved her back and forth. "Those guys are weird. I don't like them. Just dance with me."

Brooke couldn't argue. She wanted to dance with Buffy anyways. Her brain was a mess, but ever since the blonde had appeared in Tree Hill, she hadn't been able to get her off of her mind.
They let their bodies sway back and forth together, and it felt like heaven. For a minute Buffy forgot that she was a slayer and that she'd ever lived in Sunnydale. She just felt like she belonged. And when the music changed, and they headed back toward the bar, looking for Peyton, Brooke kept ahold of her hand.

But that was only until the found the other blonde. She was sitting on a barstool with her back to Brooke and Buffy, three untouched glasses of beer in front of her, sweating onto paper coasters. Standing beside her was a muscular blonde boy with a shaved head and skinny eyes. When he saw Brooke, he smiled. But Brooke did just the opposite.

"Oh my GOD," she yanked Buffy backward and spun around. "That's Lucas.. That's Lucas with Peyton. And she's talking to him. After he..." She rolled her eyes. "Oh my GOD. I am so.. PISSED."

"Lucas?" Buffy replied. "The love-triangle guy?"

"Yes!"

"Oh."

"I can't even.. I just need to.. C'mon." She pulled Buffy's hand and had her back on the dance floor. She pressed her body against Buffy's and moved against her sensually. It felt good and Buffy didn't stop her.

They moved like that for a few miutes, Brooke's hands on Buffy's hips, Buffy's hands on Brooke's hips. They clung to one another. Buffy used Brooke to forget about her other life and Brooke used Buffy as a shield. But somewhere in the midst of the second song, they started to feel more than comfort and distraction.. They felt excited.

"I think the best way for you two get all the guys' attention Winters," Brooke purred in Buffy's ear, "Is for you to.. Give them a good show..." Her lips strayed down Buffy's jaw, towards her neck. They made no contact, but the blonde could feel the brunette's breathe on her skin.

Buffy didn't want to be in the middle of whatever it was that was still going on between her Peyton and that guy Lucas. But she didn't want to get away from Brooke either. She felt something really weird for the girl, something hungry.

But then she felt a tap on her shoulder, and she turned her head to see the taller dark-haired guy from earlier. He was smiling at her.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked.

Buffy held Brooke still for a moment, and then spun out of her arms and stood in front of the guy. "Listen, neither of us are interested in dancing with you, okay? So just... Leave us alone."

He reached forward, put a hand on her wrist and said, "I really must insist that we..."

But Buffy wasn't having it. She was all for forgetting her calling and her destiny, but when someone touched her that she didn't want to touch her, she remembered her powers. She flipped him over her shoulder and he landed hard on his back. Everyone else around them stopped, stared at her.