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Chapter 14 – Gone in the Night


Spike stood in front of Buffy, staring at her for a long moment before a slow smile spread on his lips. “Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she allowed herself to be pulled through the hallways of the mansion.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said with a wicked grin, slowing down enough to wrap an arm around her waist.

“I don’t like surprises,” Buffy replied, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s a shame… because I love giving them.”

“Of the good kind or the bad kind?” she asked, looking over at him.

“Either,” he said with a shrug.

“An equal opportunity surpriser,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t think I’m going to like this.”

Allowing him to lead her out of the front door, Buffy had a mild sense of panic at the fact that she was unarmed. It was a thought that hadn’t crossed her mind for over a week, but the feeling of not knowing where she was going was enough to cause the need for familiarity to return.

Seeing Spike’s driver standing next to the limousine, waiting for his employer, was enough to put her a little more at ease.

“Come on,” Spike said, letting go of her waist to grab her hand once again.

Hesitantly getting into the limo, Buffy stayed quiet for a few minutes, watching the scenery glide by as the car pulled away from the house. Turning toward Spike after a few minutes, she blushed when she saw him watching her intently.

Buffy gasped a moment later when his lips began to caress her throat, causing her to close her eyes and tilt her head, wanting to give him better access. Smiling when the sensuality turned to playfulness, she made a halfhearted attempt to move away from him.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, giggling when Spike pulled her onto his lap so she couldn’t move further away.

“It’s a surprise,” he murmured into her ear, repeating the infuriating phrase.

“Spike, it’s late, I’ve had a long night, and when I agreed to stay a little later, I figured it was for an extra drink- I didn’t think that it would involve you kidnapping me,” she said, pulling back to look at him.

“Trust me, Goldilocks,” he said, leaning back against the leather seat.

Buffy finally sighed, relaxing slightly as she turned to watch the city fly by through the limousine window.

Her anxiety was slowly starting to grow when she saw the airport come into view. Taking a deep breath when they began going through an area labeled ‘Restricted Access’, she turned toward Spike.

“Okay… the kidnapping level is suddenly moving into the extreme. Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you on a little break,” he said, looking at her with a level gaze.

“A ‘little break’?” she repeated, becoming more frustrated as he stared at her with an indifferent expression. “Spike, I can’t just up and leave to go… wherever it is that you’re planning on taking me.”

“I think you can,” he said in a low voice.

Buffy swallowed, taking a deep breath as she looked into his eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, never taking his eyes off of her. “What would be wrong?”

“You just seem a little uneasy,” she said as the car rolled to a stop.

“I’m fine, Buffy,” he replied, letting his head fall back against the seat as he waited for the driver to open the door.

“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the door handle.

“What…”

“You might be too good to open a car door, but I’m not,” she said, getting out of the car. If she was going to be taken somewhere and didn’t have a choice in the matter, she was going to control whatever little things she could. Even if that was putting him in his place and opening her own car door.

Listening to the click of her heels against the tarmac, she wrapped her arms around herself, wishing that Spike had given her a little more warning to grab her jacket from the house before they’d left.

Studying the private jet that was looming in front of her, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

‘This isn’t me,’ she thought, wrapping her arms more securely around herself as she reopened her eyes. ‘Even if you weren’t here for a job, you’d never fit into this lifestyle.’

“Ready?”

Turning toward Spike when she felt his hand on the small of her back, she gave him a slight nod, letting him lead her toward the plane and up the steps.

“You’re mad at me,” he said with an amused smile.

Buffy didn’t say anything- she merely looked at him as she sat down in one of the cream-colored leather seats.

Spike smirked, sitting down across from her.

“Would you like a drink, Mr. Reed?”

Buffy turned at the sound of the voice, nearly rolling her eyes at the sight of the big-breasted, bleached airhead who was flirting with him.

“My usual, love,” he said, biting his bottom lip while he looked her up and down.

This time Buffy did roll her eyes, standing up to walk toward the back of the plane as Spike continued flirting. She could feel his eyes on her when she pulled out her cell phone and dialed the familiar number.

Turning her back on Spike, she listened to the sound of the phone ringing, sighing when the machine picked up and her best friend’s voice traveled toward her. Waiting for the beep, she left a quick message.

“Hi, Will. I’m sorry, I’m going to have to postpone our lunch date tomorrow. It looks like I’m going to be out of town. I’ll call you as soon as I get a chance. I miss you.”

Turning around, Buffy jumped when she saw Spike standing there. Her hand immediately traveled to her chest, trying to regulate her breathing.

“Will?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What about it?” she asked, tucking her phone away as she walked back to her seat.

“You’re seeing three men now?”

“You tell me,” she said, tightening her jaw, knowing that she was coming dangerously close to revealing a secret about herself- or the fact that she knew his secret.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Buffy searched his eyes for a moment, her own expression softening as she looked at him. “You’re a powerful man, Mr. Reed,” she said, her voice barely reaching his ears. “You’re used to controlling everything around you. Am I supposed to believe that you’re not trying to control me?”

Staring at her in confusion, Spike straightened slightly. “Are you implying something?”

“What is this?” she asked, gesturing around the area.

“I think you know.”

“What is this?” she repeated more forcefully, taking a step toward him.

“This is me,” he said, a slight note of anger in his voice.

“Exactly,” she replied. “It’s you. The cars, the plane, the money, the women,” she continued, gesturing toward the front of the plane, where the flight attendant presumably was. “You can buy all of it… but not me. You can’t win me, Spike. I’m not a prize. I know you. I know you like to have a semblance of control, but that works both ways.”

“You think this little trip is to control you?”

“No, I normally have to rearrange my schedule because men want to fly me to undisclosed locations,” she said sarcastically, turning to look out of the small window behind her, seeing people moving around outside, preparing them for takeoff. “It’s because of Riley, isn’t it?” she asked, getting control over her emotions while she waited for him to respond.

“Maybe,” he replied.

“Maybe?” she repeated.

“Maybe I just wanted to show you something different. Show you what Captain Cardboard can’t offer you.”

“You didn’t need to do this,” Buffy cried in exasperation, spinning around to face him. “Haven’t you seen the way I live? No, I’m not filthy rich, but I’m happy and I like being happy. I don’t care about houses or yachts or the stupid plane. I don’t need trips to… wherever we’re going for the weekend.”

“You’re ready to go home, then?” he asked in amusement as the plane began to slowly move.

“Spike,” she groaned, running her hands through her hair in frustration before sitting in her seat. “I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful, because I am,” she said softly, taking his hand and guiding him to the seat next to her. Looking into his eyes, she let her hands gently trail along his arm when he sat. “But I just like to have a little more control in my own life. And if this is all just something to impress me… I don’t need it.” Choking back all of the anxiety and regret and pushing away everything that told her she shouldn’t be opening up to him as much, she continued, “I’m here because I want to be with you… I want to get to know you.”

“Is that right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she whispered, looking up at him, trying to make him understand. “That’s right. It’s who I am… If you think that you need someone who can be the trophy wife or the arm candy or whoever you need her to be… tell me.”

“You looking for a proposal already?” he asked with a smirk.

Buffy raised an eyebrow in irritation. “I hope you know that you’re really asking for a punch in the nose.”

“Come on, love, you know you want me,” he replied, leering at her.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy let her head fall into her hands. “You’re beyond frustrating, do you know that?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever heard it before.”

“Maybe your big ego has affected your hearing.”

Turning toward her with a raised eyebrow, a smile played on Spike’s lips as he looked at her in amusement.

“Or I guess it could be that people are afraid of you,” she said, sitting back in her seat and glancing at him before looking away.

“Sounds about right.”

Buffy looked over at him, hearing the confirmation. Studying him for a long moment, she refused to be intimidated by his strong gaze. “Well, I’m not.”






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