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A/N: Just so there is no confusion, Buffy/Liz are the same. I am using both names because Liz is the name that Buffy is using now. People who knew her in the past will still call her Buffy. The song in this chapter is called Control. It is by Puddle of Mudd who have a male lead singer, but I think a woman could easily pull it off. I see her voice as a cross between Amy Lee and Sarah McLachlan

Chapter 1 – Slayer

11:00PM – The Crypt
Spike showed his press pass and walked in the front door of The Crypt. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could hear the last chords of a somewhat familiar song. Thunderous applause followed. As it died down, heavy guitar and drums started playing then a voice came over the microphone, drawing Spike’s eyes to the stage:

I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
you lock me up inside your dirty cage
well I'm alone inside my mind
I like to teach you all the rules
I get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
but then your secrets never show

Spike was stunned. On stage was the most compelling woman he had ever seen. She was stunning. Her long, honey blond hair was blown stick straight, flying about her face as she sang. Her eyes were rimmed in dark kohl, highlighting emerald green irises. Her face was pretty. That was the only word to describe it. She was not classically beautiful, but to Spike she looked like an angel and he was drawn to her. Liz was dressed in dark, hip-hugging jeans with black high-heeled boots a sheer black sleeveless blouse and black bra. There was a faint layer of perspiration on her face and arms. The long dead poet in Spike could only come up with one word…effulgent.

I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you're not the one for me
no
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's there even you and me

Spike felt his feet carry him closer to the stage as she stalked it. Her voice was strong, sultry, but seemed to carry a tinge of ..something he could not place, almost like pain. She would stop and sing into the microphone at the beginning of each verse and then let the beat take her away during the refrain. Swaying and thrusting her hips behind her guitar, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She was lost in the music and Spike was rapidly becoming lost in her. As if awakening from a dream, he started to pay attention to the words of the song:

I like the way you rake my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
'cause I'm that girl you'll never find
I think you know all of the rules
there's no expressions on your face
I hope that someday you will let me go
release me from my dirty cage

Buffy pranced around the stage, reveling in the performance. She loved intimate crowds such as this and wished all Slayers’ shows could be in small venues. As she moved back to the front of the stage, a shock of platinum blond hair caught her eye. On second glance, she noticed it belonged to the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Piercing eyes above cheekbones a model would kill for, full, pouty lips that just begged to be kissed. She could see that he was dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that left little to the imagination about his lean build. His body looked like it would fit hers perfectly and OH MY GOD he was looking this way!!

‘Well dummy, of course he is, you are on stage, performing. Oh, I hope he’s not a groupie or gay, cause I could certainly see spending some quality time with him. Calm yourself,’ Buffy told herself, ‘He is probably a friend of Faith’s. Maybe I can get an introduction; cause man is he a hottie.’ It was amazing that Buffy was able to continue singing considering the jumble of thoughts swirling in her mind:

I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you're not the one for me
no
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's there even you and me

Just as Buffy started the next part of the song, the blue-eyed god locked eyes with her and she found herself unable to turn away:

I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you

I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you

I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you

I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you

Spike could not pull himself away. Nonsense babbled in his head, ‘Fuck, she is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She is staring a hole through me. Look at those lips. Bloody hell, I will smack your ass or anything else you want done to it. I think I might loose it in my pants if she keeps looking at me like that. Stop staring at her, you look desperate, you look like a freaking stalker. Gotta pull yourself together mate, you are here to do a job, not get into her pants.’

Buffy was not fairing much better. ‘God, just looking at him is making me tingle all over, what the hell would touching him be like. Stop, stop staring-he’ll think that you’re a whore. Shit, does he think I want him to spank me? Do I? Am I channeling Faith? Need to get it together…show to do….need to break away.’

Both were able to break eye contact as Buffy sang the last chorus. Spike headed to the bar-he needed to calm his nerves and get his libido under control.

I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you're not the one for me
no
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's there even you and me
you and me
you’re not the one for me, no

As soon as the song ended, the audience exploded with screams and applause. Buffy had noticed the blond man walk away, so she made her way to the back of the stage and tried to cool herself off with her liter of water. At this point she did not think pouring it over her head would even work. ‘Man, I need to get laid. Maybe I can ditch that reporter and hook up with blondie. What is wrong with me, I sound sex starved. I sound like Faith.’





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