| Chapters: 3 - 4 |
| An Angel "And where do you think you�re going?" Sebastian asked as Buffy quietly made her way through the living room where he comfortably lounging in. She stopped dead on her tracks. "Xander�s here to pick me up. He didn�t want to come down in fear of Kathryn," Buffy said with a smile, knowing full well of her sister�s many advances towards her best friend. "We�re going to head over to the Crest," she replied, sinking her hands deeper into her leather jacket sleeves. "You wanna come with?" She asked, hoping he�d have other things to do than hang out with her and her junior friends. A senior like him had a life. "Actually, that sounds fun," he said. Maybe not. Buffy cringed as Sebastian gathered his black trench coat and offer his arm after he put it on. She only forced a grin and linked arms with him as they headed down the steps. "Bye, Kathryn!" Buffy called out before they exited the doorway, "Don�t wait up!" "You know I won�t!" Her sister ran down the stairs and slipped a Trogan condom in Buffy�s hand. She blushed and Kathryn winked at her as she bounced back up the stairs, getting ready for her �naught rendezvous,� as she liked to call it, with her recent boyfriend. Buffy looked at Sebastian who had an amused yet curious smirk on his face. She bit her lower lip and quickly placed it in the back pocket of her black leather pants. She gave him and apologetic smile. "You know her," she said. He raised an eyebrow. "I know her well," he stepped closer, "Yet I don�t know YOU well enough." She stepped back and finally walked out the door. "You know me," she insisted, walking down the steps, "YOU just want to know more about me. Intimate things." "You�re right about that!" He called, as he ran down the steps and opened Xander�s car door for her. She sat in the back along with a familiar redhead and he helped himself to sit on the passenger side. "Hey, Bastian," Xander said coldly, "I didn�t know this was a free for all." The young brunette boy glared at him as he started the car. Sebastian, on the other hand, had on his relaxed and yet teasing mask on. It wasn�t unusual that the two of them bickered. They obviously didn�t get along. Xander hated the womanizer and Sebastian hated the prick. Buffy can see through it though. Xander wanted Sebastian�s gift of charm while Sebastian wanted Xander�s gift of sincerity. Envy was a green eyed monster that crept to the two young men�s door often. "Buffy invited me. Is something wrong with that?" "Actually," Xander said with a chuckle, "There�s something wrong with trying to get into your own stepsister�s skirt." Willow gasped and Buffy slapped him on the arm and scowled at him. Sebastian only laughed along with Xander�s own sarcastic chuckle, but the blond soon stopped as he stared at him with a serious look on his face. "You�re funny, Harris. But at least I can get into a skirt rather than make them." "Okay," Buffy said, her face popping between them, "Why don�t we just calm down and drive there, alright?" The two were silent and Xander finally drove off, biting on his tongue and Sebastian doing the same. He didn�t know it then, but he was whipped from the very moment he laid eyes on the golden light in the backseat. * * * * "I don�t think anyone would�ve lasted that car ride if we weren�t playing referee," Buffy told Willow as she played with the straw in her drink. They had arrived at the Crest with in the hour and had barely survived the tension in the car between the two men. The two fought, giving their most hateful remarks they could come up with. The two girls were afraid that fists would suddenly become involved, but the two young men had lasted . . . strangely enough. Sebastian had gone off somewhere while Xander bought them all drinks, even buying one for his hated enemy. He was a gentleman after all. �Not like that conceited bastard, he thought silently. But he, too, soon left to find his date. The two girls now sat on a table with their drinks. "YOU were playing referee," Willow pointed out, "I was just in the back, my eyes about to pop out of my head with the kind of profanity the three of you were using." Buffy laughed lightly and shook her head. That�s when she saw him, off in the dark corner, just staring at her as if she was the only person he saw. She had started noticing his presence for almost three months now and all they ever did was stare into each other�s eyes and drink each other�s features. That�s all they ever did, gaze at each other, not one of them making a move towards each other, just watching from afar until one of them looks away and the other would be gone from where they once stood. Buffy took in his profile. His dark hair was neatly spiked, his dark eyes holding a certain mystery, the black clothes he wore everyday adding to that unknown persona, and his tall, lean and built body making Buffy want to run over there and caress every part of it. "Is he here?" Willow asked, noticing her friend�s wide eyes and gaped mouth. It took a while for Buffy to comprehend what Willow just asked. "Yeah," she answered, not tearing her gaze away, not wanting to lose the battle of lust. "Who�s here?" A voice asked. She blinked and saw Sebastian standing behind her, searching for the spot where she was staring at. Buffy looked back to where the tall stranger once stood, but he wasn�t there anymore. She cursed silently. "No one," she lied. Sebastian saw through it but chose to ignore it and maybe bring it up later. "Isn�t this place a club? Aren�t you girls supposed to be clubbing?" He asked them. "No guys to dance with," Willow sighed. "We usually just sit here and talk about nothing in particular," Buffy added as Sebastian sat down next to her, "And occasionally some decent guy would ask us to dance. But that rarely happens considering the fact that there are BARELY and decent guys out there in our world today." "Would you like to dance?" Three heads shot up and saw a tall dark haired man, looking directly into Buffy�s aqua blue eyes. "Definitely," was Buffy�s breathless reply. Sebastian eyed him apprehensively as the man took his stepsister�s hand and led her to the dance floor, his dark eyes never leaving Buffy�s. Just as they reached a spacious spot on the floor, the music changed into a slow one. *Iris* ~Goo Goo Dolls~ // And I�d give up forever to touch you �Cause I know that you feel me somehow You�re the closest to heaven that I�ll ever be And I don�t want to go home right now // The man pulled her gently closer to him, his right hand clasped with her left and his left hand on the small of her back. Buffy shivered under his cool touch as her eyes fluttered with the sensation of being so close to the man she�d been eyeing since the day she saw him standing in the corner, staring straight back at her with the same passion. // And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life �Cause sooner or later it�s over I just don�t want to go home right now // // And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�ll understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am // The two danced with poise along the soft beats of the music. No words were exchanged between them, only the feeling of content that invisibly electrified as they slowly moved together. The undeniably strong power that linked them with a force attracted the people around them were envious of the two who looked obviously in love. They only smiled at the them, the figures evidently lost in their own world, dreaming that they would have the same thing in their future. // And you can�t fight the tears that ain�t coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you�re alive // // And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�ll understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am // "You�re beautiful," he finally whispered in her ear. Buffy smiled and the man lightly rested his forehead against hers as he looked at her eyes. "Is that why you stare at me so often?" She asked, trying to lighten the mood up, and also trying hard not to let him know that she was afraid that she�d collapse on the floor in a heap of puddle with the kind of heat her body was radiating because of this man. She was terrified he�d let go of her and ask if she had a fever. And not to mention Buffy�s heart was betraying her by beating so rapidly that she was worried it would jump right out of her chest and hit him in the face. // And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�ll understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am // The man chuckled. "You hold great strength, Buffy. THAT attracted me most to you," he told her. She froze at the mention of her name coming out of this stranger and he noticed her tension. "I heard your friend say it once," he assured her and Buffy calmed down. But soon that faded away when he moved closer to her ear, his cool cheek pressed against her hot one. "I�ve said it every waking hour since the first time I heard it . . . . . although I�m not sure if I say it when I sleep, for I often dream of you." She was quiet and she was glad that he couldn�t see her wide eyes and gaped jaw. He had been thinking of her. She shook her mind, reeling back into reality and into oblivion when he tugged her closer to him. // And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�ll understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am // // And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�ll understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am // "You know my name," she began, fighting the urge to moan when his hands began to smooth her back with such gentleness that she concluded at that moment that he was a compassionate man, "But I still don�t know yours." "Angel," was his answer. Buffy smiled knowingly. It suited him. An angel with dark tousled brown hair, deep chocolate brown eyes, an amazingly tall and large built body that shortened her size immensely, a deep husky voice, and a certain mildness and romantic heart. // I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am . . . // "It fits you." Angel smiled and the song began to fade away and they stopped dancing. They stared at each other, the two of them drinking each other in while they still had enough time to be this close to one another. Someone cleared his throat in the background, standing directly in front of the two of them with his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He looked at the two, but they didn�t acknowledge him. He frowned at the way they ignored him. He cleared his throat once more, this time more loud and urgent. The two finally snapped out of their blissful world and they came crashing back down on earth, both of them not ready to face what would come next if the other wasn�t there with them. Buffy looked into the furious blue eyes of Sebastian. "Sebastian," she quickly greeted with a shock. She then turned and faced Angel once more and gave him a warm smile. "This is Angel," she introduced, not once gazing away from the brown eyes to look into the steel blue ones. "Angel," she said, more in a whisper, "this is . . . " She thought for a moment, but she couldn�t remember his name . . . Sebastian fumed a little more at Buffy�s sudden lack of memory. "Sebastian," he finally greeted, coming in between the two who were staring at each other so intently that he was sure that if they were put into a room without anyone else around, their clothes would be off by now and doing some fiery pelvic exercises, and Sebastian did not like that thought one bit. "You mind if I have a dance with her?" He asked Angel, but he didn�t give the other man enough time to answer when he started moving with the new fast song. "I�ll see you around, Buffy," Angel called out behind Sebastian. She sidestepped her dancing stepbrother and gave Angel a warm and yet repentant smile for Sebastian�s rude behavior. He nodded knowingly and quickly rested his right hand on her waist and brought his lips to her cheek for a quick kiss. "I�ll be thinking of you." And with that, the angel walked away. The heat of her body turned into fire that when Sebastian touched her, he pulled back his hand and rested his palm on her forehead. "You�re getting hot," he said worriedly and angrily at how she just ditched him, dancing like a fool on his own, "Maybe we should leave." She shook her head, not wanting to pull her friends home just because she was feeling so alive and exultant that she was burning up like crazy from her rapidly beating heart. "No, I�ll just go get a glass of water, take a rest, and cool down a bit," she said, half dazed. She then turned on her heels and left towards the bar, a wide grin on her pretty face. |
| Called Upon "What the hell did I tell you, Angel?" Said a frantic voice behind the dark haired man who was now hiding in his usual spot in the shadows in the club. It was the place where he watched a certain blond drink, chat among her friends, and dance. Angel ignored his question as he watched Buffy walk towards the bar to get something to drink. *Liquid Dreams* ~O-Town~ // Posters of love surrounding me I�m lost in a world of fantasy Every night she comes to me And gives me all the love I need // "I warned you a million times, Angel," his friend began his lecture, "I told you, keep an eye on her and you keep her safe, did I say anything about tangoing with her? Angel sighed and moved away from his place in the darkness to watch Buffy head back to her table, his short friend a few steps behind him. "I didn�t screw her, Whistler. I danced with her. Nothing wrong with that," he defended himself. Whistler snorted and leaned against the railing, looking at Buffy along with Angel, but not with the same love-sick look. "Dancing guides people to seeing more of each other, which leads to dating, and then suddenly turns to a four poster bed squeaking away in the night." "You�re overreacting," Angel replied. // Now, this hot girl, she�s not your average girl She�s a morphorotic dream from a magazine And she�s so fine, designed to blow your mind She�s a dominatrix super model beauty queen // Whistler sighed and let his head fall on the red rail with a thud. "Where did I go wrong with you?" He asked his friend, as well as a son, a really old son, but still, a son that he took under his wing and taught him the right ways. Angel smirked, his eyes not leaving Buffy�s glorious form. "Well, Whistler, I�m sorry if I�m not as high-and-mighty as you. I can�t be a man who wears a shirt he had already worn three times in week, play video games at every extra hour he has, drinks from the milk carton, and watches Jerry Springer after his fancy job as a bartender." Whistler lifted his head up and glared at him. "For a vampire with a soul, you can be such an asshole. Did you notice how that rhymed?" // I dream about a girl whose a mix of Destiny�s Child Just a little touch of Madonna�s wild style With Janet Jackson smile Throw in a body like Jennifer�s You�ve got the star of my liquid dreams // Angel said nothing. The vampire always got touchy when his present �state� was always brought up. Especially with Whistler, who he considered his ONLY friend. Whistler all of a sudden laughed. "You were all wide eyed and drooling like some barmy maniac when you fest saw that girl. I just HAD to tell you what would happen if you ever got too close to a woman." "I think I fell in love with her when I first saw her sitting on the steps of her high school. She was wearing her catholic school girl uniform and talking to the red head and the brunette guy," Angel said. // Angelina Jolie�s lips to kiss in the dark Underneath Cindy C�s beauty mark When it comes to the test well Tyra�s the best And Selma Hayek brings the rest // His friend nodded. "That was the reason why you wanted to help her." "Protect her," he cleared and quickly added, "And love her . . . from afar." Whistler nodded. He knew that the man standing beside him loved the girl. Anyone can see the devotion and the weakness he had for the golden maiden. // Now, this hot girl, she�s not your average girl She�s a morphorotic dream from a magazine And she�s so fine, designed to blow your mind She�s a dominatrix super model beauty queen // Even though Angel had barely said more than twenty words to the girl, the vampire had and is in love with her, nothing will be able to change that. The puzzling man was attracted to her radiance and innocence, her laughter and her brightness. "Whenever I see her, I see the sun, and I�m not so miserable anymore," Angel once told Whistler. And the man proved it whenever he was able to keep an eye out for Buffy. He always teased Angel that he was one sorry whipped vampire, but deep down inside, Whistler was happy that Angel would risk anything for the girl he swore to himself that he would always protect and that he found happiness in her, no matter if it could only be from a distance. "One moment of true happiness with the one you love will cost you your soul," Angel started with a sigh, "And down you shall go in depths of hell and guilt as the demon takes over once again to wreak havoc among the living." // I dream about a girl whose a mix of Destiny�s Child Just a little touch of Madonna�s wild style With Janet Jackson smile Throw in a body like Jennifer�s You�ve got the star of my liquid dreams My liquid dreams // Whistler nodded sadly, patted his friend on the back, and headed out of the club. "A vampire in love with a slayer," he though as he shook his head with a smile, his hands jammed in his pockets, "It�s rather poetic. In a maudlin sort of way." * * * * A hand suddenly placed itself upon the locker door next to hers. She quickly recognized the pale hand immediately and smirked. "Hey, Spike," she said. "Buffy," he said as she closed her locker door. She looked up at the peroxide blond in his school uniform of a blue blazer with the school logo on the breast pocket, black slacks, white shirt, and a red silk tie. "What do you want?" Buffy asked, knowing full well that William Tyler Richardson never talked to anyone unless he wanted something. "A proposition," he said as they both made their way out of the campus. "A proposition? What kind of proposition?" Buffy asked suspiciously. "You go on a date with me, enjoy ourselves in utter bliss, laugh, drink champaign, and then maybe do it again some other time," he recommended. Buffy rolled her eyes as they walked down the steps of Manchester to wait for their friends. She stopped and looked at him incredulously. "Spike, you�ll never get in my pants and YOU know it," she said and laughed at her friend�s frown. He shrugged. "Well, I could never go through a day without asking you," he sighed and leaned against the rail. Buffy shook her head. She�d known William, aka Spike among their group of friends, since the day they were born. He�d been trying to get something from the day they could walk and utter a word. Why? Buffy was not sure. "Buffy Merteuil?" She turned around and saw a man in his late forties, decked in a tweed jacket and slacks. "Yes?" Buffy asked. "I need to speak to you for a moment . . . " Continued . . . |