Even More of Chapter 2 Willow's lips formed a bewildered O, and Buffy choked back a laugh. Elvis would have been so proud, she thought, wiping away at a mock tear.
Sitting by my monitor / Thinking about nothing else but you / Dunno if it's right or wrong / Knowing there's nothing else I can do.
"It's really very," monitor? "Good." Buffy whispered over to Willow. The redheaded hacker paid her no mind, as she watched her boyfriend with stars in her eyes.
The sweat on my face / mingling softly with my tears / I know I should have told you / about my hopes and dreams and fears.
Buffy sighed and averted her eyes, refusing to look at the love-struck hacker. "It's like staring at the damn sun," she muttered to herself. Her breath suddenly caught in her throat as her eyes beheld someone she thought she'd never see again."I'm going out for some fresh air," she told her otherwise occupied friend.
"Ah hum, fine Buffy," her otherwise occupied friend replied, obviously not hearing a word of what was said to her.
Buffy made her way through the Bronze crowd through the Club's back door and out into a dimly lit ally. She savored the cool air on her bare arms for a moment, allowing the beautiful evening to cleanse her body of all the tension she'd been in for much too long. Once that was done she promptlydelivered a vicious back kick straight into the groin of the man standing behind her.
She spun around to face him as he rolled to his feet, a pained expression on his pale, delicate features. "What are you doing here, Spike?" She demanded, a stake already at hand.
"Now is that any way to greet an old friend?" He chided her gently, eyeing her approach wearily.
"No, but then again you don't fit that category anyway." She delivered another kick, which sent him sprawling. Still, other than lift himself from the asphalt he made no other move.
He watched her carefully, wondering for a moment how she managed to hide stakes and other various artifacts in her outrageously tight outfit. It's probably a talent that comes from being the Slayer, he concluded. He shook his head, clearing it of disturbing thoughts before he'd find himself on the wrong end of a stake. "I've got some news for you, pet."
She didn't seem to hear him, "you promised you'd stay away, Spike." She said, grabbing him by the scuff of his shirt. "You said you'd take Dru and never come back."
Spike had to fight back a throaty laugh. She'd been the Vampire Slayer for this long and she still believed promises made by a demon? "It's important, ducks." He tried again as she pinned him to the wall, her knee viciously connecting with his groin. He groaned, she was having a little too much fun with that particular area of his body. "It has to do with Cirta."
She seemed oblivious, too far-gone in her own violence to listen to him. "This time you're going down, Spike," she hissed at him hatefully. Her hand moving with lightning speed, fully intending to kill.
He ducked with a yelp, the stake shattering against the wall where his chest should have been. With a growl he punched her stomach, unwilling to remain the scapegoat to her frustrations any longer. He moved a safe distance away from her as she doubled over with pain, only to tense back into a fighting stance with a fresh stake in her hand.Where did she keep those things? One had to wonder. She advanced towards him slowly, her eyes promising murder as she raised the stake. "This has to do with Angel!" He yelled at her, playing his one Trump card.
He heaved out an unneeded sigh of relief as the Slayer stopped dead in her tracks. "If you're lying to me..." She began menacingly.
He raised his hands with his palms to her in the universal symbol that he was unarmed, "this is too bloody important for me to lie about, Slayer."
She looked at him, wondering why a century old vamp would want to look so much like Billy Idol. She leaned against the ally wall, occupying herself by cleaning her fingernails with the sharp end of her stake. "Then why don't you tell me about it," she almost purred, keeping a weary eye on him the entire time.
"I'd rather talk to your watcher, luv."
The murderous look leaped back to her eyes, "I don't give a damn what you'd rather be doing. You talk to me!"
"What luv, don't you trust me?" He asked mockingly, unwittingly echoing her dream.
His pale face lost even more color as she lunged at him with unstoppable speed, he swallowed hard as the stake leveled with his unbeating heart. "Only as far as I can throw you," she said sweetly. "Luv," she added in the most insulting tone she could muster.
He pushed her away with a snarl, well aware he was able to do it because she allowed him. "Damn it, Slayer," he snapped, "this is too bloody important for stupid games."
She seemed unruffled, "yeah, you said that already. Tell me about it."
He looked around cautiously, the moon playing wild shadows against his platinum hair. The ally was satisfyingly empty. He slid down to a more comfortable position on his haunches, and rested his elbows on his knees. From his new position he looked up at Buffy urging her to do the same. She sighed mournfully as she perched herself against the opposite wall, this was going to take a while. So much for Bronzing."This Cirta chick, your Watcher told you she's for offing humanity?" He asked bluntly, trying to assess the depth of her knowledge.
Buffy shrugged indifferently, "so what's it to you?"
He smiled savagely, the girl was obviously aware of what was going on. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought. "Normally not much," he answered truthfully. Sure he liked humans in general, and they made for good meals, but in times of need he wasn't one to be picky. He could live off some animal if need be. "Only she's got a thing for vampires as well."
He frowned as he watched one delicate eyebrow arch in amusement, "that so? Now why would anyone have a thing for vampires?"
