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Chapter Four

"Andrew?" Buffy asked tentatively, staring at the blue eyed man with the solemn expression.

"Yes," he nodded once, slowly. "But for today, you can call me Ben."

"Uh, obviously we're disturbing you so—" William grabbed Buffy's arm
just as two others came bounding in from the other room. They too were
dressed in Star Wars garb.

"What's going on?" asked a short gentleman with dark hair and chocolate
brown eyes dressed all in white.

Buffy grinned. "Which one are you?"

He eyed her suspiciously. "Luke Skywalker."

"And I'm Anakin," the taller of the two spoke up, puffing out his chest.
Attached to his short dark hair, he had a long braid that came down from
the back of his head.

"I take it you're all going to see the show tonight," William asked and
tugged on Buffy's arm, bringing her closer to him.

"We are," Andrew said again, with the slight nod. "How may we help
you?"

Buffy giggled. "We're your upstairs neighbors. We thought we'd come
down and say hello."

That seemed to snap ‘Ben' into life. He slapped on a bright smile and
lunged forward. "Hi! I thought you were going to sell me something. So
good to meet you. Do you think the robes make me look fat?"

Buffy tried not laugh considering he looked pretty serious about the
question.

"Dude, you don't look fat, would you give it up already?" Luke Skywalker
said. He looked up at Buffy and William. "He's so paranoid. He wanted to be
Yoda, but I wanted to be Yoda. It turned into a whole thing because," he
looked at Andrew, "all he does is whine when he doesn't get his way."

Andrew looked down at him, indignant and crossed his arms. "I do NOT!"

"So, Warren, oh, and I'm Jonathan. Anyway, Warren" he pointed at Anakin, "thought it'd be cool for Episode 3 to
dress up as Obi Wan, Luke and Anakin. You know the lineage and all that.
Say, do you want to be Leia?"

"Yeah!" Warren/Anakin burst out. "The Leia in the gold bikini?"

"No!" William piped in quickly. "I mean, uh, no. She doesn't have a costume—"

"I do!" Andrew said excitedly clapping his hands together.

Off William and Buffy's looks Jonathan nudged her with his elbow and
muttered, "Don't ask."

Buffy just nodded in agreement.

"We just wanted to come down and meet you," William finally managed to
finish.

"Come back anytime!" Andrew said brightly. "I'll be happy to show you my
Star Wars collection."

"Like yours is any good," Jonathan muttered.

"Better than yours!" Andrew exclaimed.

"Would you guys shut up? We all know MINE is better. I at least have
Chewy. What the hell kind of collection can you have without Chewy?"
Anakin said patronizingly. He looked at Buffy and William.

"Nice to meet you all," Buffy said politely as William inched her towards
the door.

"We're not usually like this, but it's . . . Star Wars ya know?" Jonathan said
eagerly, getting a far off look in his eye.

"I know," William nodded, tugging on Buffy. "And we'll leave you to it."

"Dude, I think you scared them," Warren was heard saying as William
finally managed to drag Buffy out and push her up the stairs.

"Did they scare you Will?" Buffy teased as they entered their apartment.

"I'm not going to lie to you Buffy, they did freak me out a little."

Buffy giggled. "I thought they were cute!"

He looked at her as if she had three heads. "Cute? They're kind of fanatic,
Buffy."

She shrugged. "Everyone's got a thing. I remember how bad you had it for
Katie Holmes on Dawson's Creek."

William shook his head. "Am I ever going to live that down?"

"Nope!"

"I didn't around dressing like Pacey . . . or Dawson. Or , you know, her."

"I used to dress up as Wonder Woman when I was a kid. I wanted to be
her."

William smiled fondly at her. "Really? I would have loved to see that."

She nodded vigorously, "I even had Wonder Woman underwear."

William blushed profusely at that. "All right then. We got the meeting of
the neighbor's out the way. Now what?"

"Let's go to the Palladium!" Buffy said excitedly, clapping her hands
together.

William groaned, "I was thinking dinner . . . "

"We'll do that first and then go. Come on Will, it'll be fun."

"Yeah, fun for you. You can dance."

Buffy grinned. "I'll teach you."

"Gee. Can't wait," William monotoned and Buffy hit him playfully.



It was the same thing every time. William honestly didn't know why she
insisted on dragging him along. She'd go off and dance her little heart out
and he'd sit at their table and wait for her. Sometimes Willow and Xander,
their friends, would join them and bring their significant others, and
sometimes they wouldn't.

Watching her though, the way she danced so carefree and seemed
completely oblivious to the throng of men around her vying for her
attention and hoping to be the one she crooked a finger at to join her, he
knew why he came. She was simply breathtaking to watch. She was so
vibrant and . . . sexy. Yes, his Buffy was sexy. He might a ‘geek' but he was
still a man. He frowned. Though how much of a man he wasn't sure. He'd
never even had sex . . .

So, yes, he came to watch his Buffy dance her little heart out and think
about the day he could join her carefree-ness and not care who was around
him. Just as long as Buffy was by his side. He also came to protect her. He
frowned again. How much protecting could he do though? He wasn't a
fighter. He was just, Christ, he was just pathetic. Any of those men could
pummel him. Beat him to a bloody pulp and Buffy would rush to his rescue
like she did in high school when Finn shoved him in a locker. How could he
protect her? How could he hope to?

"Hello dearie," a purring voice greeted him.

He looked up to see a lovely dark haired woman with expressive black
eyes, smiling down at him. She smiled as if she knew a secret and it made
William a tad uneasy as well as intrigued.

"Hi," he said slowly, uncertainly.

"I'm Drusilla," and she stuck out a skinny arm. He wondered how someone
could make a handshake look so elegant. That was the only way to describe
the fluid movements she used.

"W-William," he took her hand lightly and she smiled wider and, not letting
go of his hand, plopped herself down across from him. She caressed his
hand soothingly.

"So handsome and shy," she murmured. She sounded as if she were talking
to herself.

"E-excuse me?"

"I see so much in you. So much . . . fire. And strength."

He had to chuckle at that. "You see that in me?"

She nodded, grasping his hand to her chest. "I do."

He gulped. She was actually pretty mesmerizing. His eyes darted to Buffy
who was now chatting with some dopey bloke. He looked back to Drusilla.
"Can I get you a drink?"





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