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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 15:15:09 GMT -8
Eleven rolled around. Buffy had been partying at the Bronze with Willow. That is, until she spotted Angel patrolling outside of it. Buffy knew that if he saw her, she'd be in trouble. As soon as his back was turned, Buffy slipped out. Walking into the night air, she took a deep breath. When she heard Angel's voice, her heart skipped. She turned to face him, figuring she was caught. His back was turned, though. It wasn't her that he was talking to.
It was a woman. Obviously closer to Angel's age than Buffy was, though she didn't know how close. She looked like she could be twenty-one. Buffy swallowed and looked down. Whoever she was, she was really pretty. Angel didn't just talk to anyone. She had to be special.
Buffy didn't say a word to interrupt their little rendezvous. She didn't want Angel knowing she was there. Instead, she turned and left the street quickly, heading home. Buffy tried to tell herself that it was nothing to be worried about. Unfortunately, she was having a hard time convincing herself.
She turned onto the street she lived on and walked up to her house. She stopped, though, when she heard a noise. Her spidey senses were telling her that there was a vampire nearby. She reached in her pockets, her right hand pulling out her holy water, and her other hand pulled out a cross. With her arm hurt and already having been lectured by Giles, she didn't want to risk getting injured even more. "You really don't want to mess with me tonight," she announced, turning to see who it was.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 16:08:34 GMT -8
Drusilla was out of her mind—and not in the good brain-addled, she's still got a bit of child in her kind of way. No, this was the bad kind, the type that made him want to yell that she had completely and utterly lost it by now. He would have gotten rid of the problem was faced with too, if he didn't value keeping his eyes in his skull. He loved Drusilla; she was his destiny, had been from the moment she took him out of whatever pathetic life he was leading beforehand. For the last century the two had been near inseparable; only parting a couple of times and never for long. He was devoted to her, but this time, he didn't have her back. She was infuriating. And for some reason she liked some sodding human girl, and not like in the good way either... At least not yet and Spike didn't have the patience to wait for Drusilla to decide it was time to eat the girl. Because, at this rate it looked like that was never going to happen. And since he couldn't necessarily kill, or stage a rescue himself, he went to the great hero herself. He wasn't all that thrilled about it, but the peroxide lurked near her house, and when he saw the blonde walk up to the house, he slipped out from behind a tree and straight behind her.
Sneaking up behind a slayer wasn't necessarily the safest bet, but he figured he'd get away with it just now. He wasn't scared of her. There had never been a slayer that he feared. Even if he figured out she was different than the rest of them. She had friends. The concept was new, but not quite so intimidating. He'd get the best of her yet. After all, he already managed to leave a mark. "Might want to reconsider that, luv." Spike mentioned, his arms folding across his chest. There was nothing threatening about his demeanour, except for well... Being himself. He wasn't there to hurt her, he needed her help. Sure, he still planned to kill her on an eventual scale. But, if it came down to Drusilla and killing the slayer, he would choose keeping Drusilla and getting rid of the annoyance that she was getting close to. He just wanted her gone and if he couldn't kill her, maybe Buffy could help.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 16:24:13 GMT -8
Buffy glared and held the cross out. "Walk away before you get splashed," she threatened. Sure, he had managed to stab her in the arm. But he wasn't going to be able to do anything else. She wasn't too happy about seeing him so soon, either. He could at least have the decency to wait until she was completely healed.
Buffy's eyes went to the front door. She considered throwing the holy water at him and running to the front door. A vampire couldn't come in unless he was invited. And Spike was definitely not invited. Still holding the cross out, she inched towards the front porch. "Back so soon? And here I thought you liked having the challenge of fighting a fully recovered slayer." she said sarcastically. At least, she hoped so. Where was Angel when she needed him? Oh, right, he was chatting it up with some gorgeous bimbo.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 16:37:40 GMT -8
In a gesture of temporary surrender, Spike's hands lifted. "You can put that away," he said; he wasn't there to fight. If he wanted to, he could have just attacked her from behind and finished her right there. He did appreciate a challenge though. Neither of the slayers he killed before had been easy. And he never sneaked up on them from behind. Hell, the last one he met with more than once before he finally finished her off. Buffy would get the same courtesy and he wasn't even there to kill her. Nor was he interested in getting himself burned. Although it wasn't life threatening, he didn't appreciate holy water or crosses anywhere near him. This had nothing to do with being enemies. Good and evil didn't matter. Spike was evil himself, and a self-proclaimed big bad, but he couldn't have cared less about switching sides to get what he wanted. It was all a means to an end. He didn't care what it took to get his way, just as long as he got it. If that meant teaming up with the slayer briefly, then he would do it.
"I'm not here for a fight—actually, I kind of need your help." He said at length, but he thought it better to get out with it. Oh, he would have loved to beat around the bush a little and not inform the blonde slayer that he needed her help, but if he wanted this accomplished, he was going to have to come right out and say it. Besides, the more he hovered there, the more risk he was at of having holy water sizzling on his skin. "That's what you do, isn't it? Help those that need it," he said nonchalantly. Vampires probably didn't go under that helping label. But, he wasn't looking at specifics. And he wasn't going to go away without being stubborn about it first.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 16:55:10 GMT -8
Buffy blinked back surprise when his hands lifted. Did he really think that she was just going to put it away? He had to be out of his mind. It was when he said that he needed her help that her eyebrows raised. "Actually, what I do is kill vampires. Helping people is kind of a secondary thing, you know, a perk." She did put the holy water and cross away, though, but not before pulling out her stake. "Let's get one thing clear. I don't trust you. And if this is a trick, I will kill you."
With the warning having been given, she sighed and walked to her front door, unlocking it and opening it. She looked back at Spike and bit her lip. She really should not be inviting him in. But she was hurt and decided that she could handle it. "But, I guess even vampires need help sometimes. Why don't you come on in? But stay really quiet until we're in my room, ok? My mom's asleep."
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 17:03:22 GMT -8
"Like you could," he scoffed; so maybe that wasn't the most conducive way to make someone trust you. But, the vampire wasn't going to act like he respected her threat. Although, he did make sure to add after a brief pause: "It's not a trick." He didn't want her to all of a sudden decide not to help him out. Although, why she was even inviting him in was beyond the vampire's comprehension. She did realize she was opening herself up to him being allowed in whenever he pleased, didn't she? Spike wasn't going to remind her of it. There wouldn't be a point to that. Still, he thought it was a little bit of bad judgement on her behalf. He followed her to the front door and when she mentioned her mom, he nodded.
"No worries, luv, your mum won't hear a thing." He assured her, and walked inside the house after the invitation was made. Spike didn't have any intention of rousing suspicion, especially not from her mother. He was there for one reason only. He looked around the house as he walked inside, kind of curious about what the inside of the slayer's house looked like. And it looked like he was going to see her room too. Well, wouldn't that be a trip? He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his coat, following the blonde's lead and quiet, just like he said he'd be.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 17:35:42 GMT -8
Buffy closed the door and led him to the base of the stairs, when she heard, "Buffy?" she looked up at Joyce and swallowed. "Mom! Hey, didn't know you were up." Her eyes flashed to Spike and back to her mom. She really hoped she wouldn't recognize the blond vampire. At least the odds were on her side. Her mother was sleepy and had only seen Spike's real face.
"What's going on? Who is this man?" Joyce pushed her blond curls behind her ears and folded her arms. It was late, what was her daughter doing bringing a guy home?
"Mom, this is...James!" Buffy said the first name that popped up in her head. "I was on a date with him. He's a senior. He was just walking me home and making sure I got in safely, since you know, there's that gang roaming around." She explained, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling into his arms to make it look believable.
Joyce nodded. "Ok...well, don't stay up too late. Thank you for taking care of my daughter, James. Goodnight." She said and went back to her room.
Buffy sighed and looked up at Spike. She gave a small smile, but didn't pull away just yet. "Sorry about that." she said softly, looking up in his eyes. He was very handsome. stop it she scolded herself. She knew it was just because she was hurt and jealous, and, well, kind of wanted to do something to get Angel back. Or at least get his attention.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 17:53:59 GMT -8
When Joyce called to her daughter, Spike remained silent. He didn't have any brilliant excuse for why he was in the house, and since he wasn't being addressed, he let Buffy take over and explain his appearance to her mother. It was the excuse that she conjured up that made him want to stare at her incredulously. A date? That was what she came up with? As her arms went around his waist, however, he put his own around her and squeezed her close. Hey, if she wanted to play that game, he was going to make the most of it. "Anytime, Ms Summers." He said politely, and nodded his head gently as she walked away. It was easy for him to put on a show, and when she was gone he looked back at Buffy. By now, she should be pulling away, but she was still there, causing him to raise an eyebrow at the young woman. "If you wanted a date, slayer, all you had to do was ask." He teased.
When she still hadn't moved from him, however, he looked towards the stairs and cleared his throat. "Right, your room, Buffy?" He tried to put her back on track, unsure of why she hadn't pulled from him with a disclaimer never to mention that again. It was just the expected response after having to do that. Though, since it didn't come, he wasn't going to complain about it either. Hey, if Buffy wanted to call him her date and name him James—well, actually he would rather her not do either... At least, not call him James. He didn't quite like that name, nor think he really looked like a James. It didn't hit that note of terror that he wanted so much.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 18:03:09 GMT -8
Buffy finally pulled away. "Right. uhm it's this-this way." She didn't respond to his admonition that all she had to do was ask. She looked down as she climbed up the stairs, peeking around the corner to make sure that her mom's light was out. She sighed and went to her room, flipping on the light before turning back to him. "Don't even think about poking around in my things." She didn't need him getting into her weapons, or her demonology books, or her diary.
She needed to get into her pajamas, in case her mom decided to check in on her. "And don't look," she warned before turning her back on the vampire, which was an act of trust in itself. She opened her drawer and pulled out her tank top and pants before slipping out of her shirt. It was still early, after all, she didn't need to rush right into whatever it was Spikey boy felt he needed help with. If it was a matter of life or death, she was sure he'd speak up.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 18:17:51 GMT -8
"And don't look,"
What type of request was that? She was changing and she wanted him to look away. Oh, bugger that, he was going to look all he wanted. She had her back turned to him anyway. Glancing around her room briefly, he opted to sit down on the edge of her bed. He was ready to get down to business, but for some reason, the slayer wanted to take her time. It was strange. After how he'd hurt her already and his complete willingness to kill her any other time she was still letting him into her room and actually had her back turned. He looked down for a moment, only to catch sight of a little stuffed pig to his right. He reached down and picked up Mr. Gordo, fiddling with the stuffed thing as he looked at Buffy. He would pretend to be looking at it if she ever turned back around. Looking around her room, it was a little surreal to see how normal the slayer was. Though, he supposed they were all like that really. He just hadn't been in one of their rooms until now.
"'Course not, eyes to myself," he mumbled, when his eyes were anywhere but on himself. She had to be insane to think he wasn't going to be catching every look he could at the girl. While he was still a little antsy to get her help, the vampire couldn't help but sit back and enjoy the show. And who wouldn't? If it was any other vampire they would be doing the same.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 18:31:06 GMT -8
Buffy put her tank top on and looked down at her wound. "You said you already ate, right?" she looked at him before undressing it. She winced as she bled a little. Crossing the room to her closet, she pulled out her backpack and got out new dressing for it. Once that was done, she went back to where her pj pants were, when she realized what he was holding. She gave Spike a strange look and asked, "what is it with vampires and my pig?" she shook her head and unbuttoned her pants. She didn't tell him to put her animal down, because it was keeping his attention away from her, or so she thought. She pulled the jeans off and quickly got into her flannel pants.
She turned back around to him and sat beside him on the bed, actually forgetting the stake she was going to keep armed with. "Angel picked him up too, the first time he was in here." she said softly. She looked up in his eyes and smiled, scooting closer and halfway forgetting why he was there to begin with. "thanks for playing along down there. My mom, she-she doesn't exactly know about what I am."
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 18:46:36 GMT -8
"Why, you offerin'?" No, probably not. Spike wasn't that daft. He knew that she wasn't about to offer him something to eat, especially not if it was her blood. Although, there was nothing quite like slayer blood. It was distinctly better than any other blood he had tasted; addicting even. She was probably referring to that wound on her shoulder, which he was glad to see was still giving her some trouble. He couldn't help but be proud of himself. When she mentioned the pig, however, he blinked. He didn't quite understand the question, but shrugged and looked back down at it. He stole another glance when she changed her pants, but then fixated on the little pink toy before she sat next to him. Upon the mention of Angel, he almost wrinkled his nose in disgust. Great, the thing had Angel all over it.
"Yeah? The poof probably thought it was an appetizer," he decided with a shrug of his shoulders. That's what he drank now, wasn't it? Pig's blood? The scooting closer had him eyeing her. There was something going through the slayer's mind that he just couldn't read. "Yeah, kind of picked up on that," it wasn't hard to tell. And he imagined that wouldn't exactly be the dinner conversation of the week. "So, about you helping me," he began, trying to lead her back into that type of conversation. He needed her help, after all, and he wasn't going to forget what he came for.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 18:57:26 GMT -8
Buffy gave a chuckle. "Right." she nodded, actually a little disappointed, and her tone probably relayed it to him. She pushed her hair behind her ears and looked at him. "So, what's the big emergency? Is there a demon on the loose giving you stomach problems?" she teased him but bit her lip. What could it be? Just weeks before, he had gone and tried to kill her. Now, he was asking for help. She really shouldn't help him, not after what he had done. And she definitely should not have him in her room on her bed playing with Mr. Gordo. But, she was a jealous teenager and thus wasn't exactly thinking.
As she spoke, she scooted even closer. "How old were you when you were made into a vampire?" she asked, eyeing him with a grin. The question was asked with a flirty tone. In the back of her mind, she knew that Giles would be angry with her for letting the vampire who tried to assassinate her into her room, and he would especially be disapproving if he saw the way she was acting. And Angel...her mind couldn't even predict how he would react. But, there was a barrier between the back of her mind and the front.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 3, 2010 19:10:14 GMT -8
For the life of him, Spike couldn't comprehend why Buffy sounded disappointed when he started to talk about what he needed from her. After all, she probably wanted him in and out, right? That sounded more accurate to how the slayer should behave. Though, she shouldn't have let him inside to begin with if she wanted to behave like a slayer should. "Actually," he began, "My problem is human," for a vampire, humans shouldn't a problem. There was the slayer, sure, but that was one girl. One girl when there were a lot more of them. The vampire wasn't worried about her, especially not if he was asking the slayer in quyestion for help. Spike wasn't blind, and when she started to scoot closer to him, he canted his head slightly and eyed her. It was the question that caught him off guard.
"Twenty-six," he replied reflexively, but then paused. "—wait, how's that gonna help?" He asked, not sure why she needed to ask that. He didn't come here to talk about his life history or how old he was then or even now. And he was definitely no where near the age he was when he died, although, some might argue that he was less mature than the twenty-six year old that he had been over one hundred years before. He wasn't there to get to know her, but instead to try to get help from her.
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Post by elexa on Jul 3, 2010 19:19:17 GMT -8
She looked in his eyes, nodding as he spoke. "Humans can be problematic." she said but then noticed the scar above his right eye. She reached forward and brushed it with her thumb, tilting her head and smiling. "how'd you get this?" she asked softly. She really shouldn't care. He was the enemy. But Buffy had a problem remembering that at the moment.
Twenty-six. Buffy liked that age. "You know, I'm sixteen. That's not too big of a difference." It was ten years. And that wasn't even his real age. But hey, age was nothing but a number, right? When he asked how that helped, she rested her free hand on his chest and smirked. "Oh, it helps."
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