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Chapter Five

Spike tried not to fidget as he waited for Buffy in the alley that led to The Bronze. They’d decided to meet there so they could enter the club together and test out their new looks on others. They weren’t too worried about running into Angel, Dru, or anyone else from that crowd. There was still a week left before school started so it was still too early for them to have arrived back from their various summer vacation destinations.

Leaning against a brick wall Spike kept his hands tucked into his pockets; one leg bent to rest on the wall behind him. His day had been full of revelations. When Buffy had first suggested that he adopt a devil may care bad boy image he’d thought the idea was ludicrous. But then, after he’d ruminated on it for a few days, he grew to like the idea. The thought of simply not caring anymore how other people saw him, of being his own man. It struck a cord inside him, stirring the deep passions that coursed through his veins. For the first time in his life he was compelled to funnel them not into his poetry, but into his life. He wanted to live the words he’d composed so painstakingly on paper. By the time he left his house that morning he had felt a new strength building in him, and he knew what he had to do. And now the moment of reckoning has arrived, he mused. He’d done everything he could. If this didn’t change his life, nothing would.

With that grim thought occupying his mind he glanced toward the end of the alley, where he saw a girl appear out of the shadows. Sucking in a deep breathe he could only stare in awe as she drew closer. She wore knee-high black leather boots. A few scant inches of smooth tanned skin tantalised him before disappearing beneath a short black skirt. Blood red material clung enticingly to her torso, the gentle swell of firm young breasts merely hinted at above the draped neckline.

Long golden tresses were swept up in loose curls on top of her head; with just a few tendrils bouncing freely around her delicate oval face. Green eyes sparkled above full red lips that seemed to quiver slightly in anticipation. Her step was light and confident, enhancing her stunning looks. She was the most beautiful creature Spike had ever seen. She was a goddess. She was sex on legs. She was…Buffy?!

“Oh my God,” Spike whispered in amazement. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he pushed off the wall, coming to stand in her path. “Hello cutie,” he said quietly.

For a moment she regarded him a little warily. Then her eyes widened with recognition and her mouth dropped open in surprise. “William?” she whispered.

“Yeah love. It’s me,” he replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Buffy couldn’t drag her eyes away from him. His curls were gone. His hair had been bleached to a platinum blonde and then slicked back, making his razor sharp cheekbones stand out in the hard planes of his face. Her eyes wandered down his body, taking in the big black boots, tight black jeans and black t-shirt. The ensemble was completed by an ankle length black leather coat. Oh my God, she thought to herself. He’s gorgeous.

Slowly they circled each other, hardly able to believe the changes wrought in one single day. The rest of the world had faded away. The sounds of their heavy breathing were loud in the quietness of the empty alley. Their hands itched to reach out and touch the vision in front of them.

Suddenly Buffy squealed as her emotions overcame her. Abruptly she launched herself into Spike’s arms, hugging him tightly as she giggled delightedly. “Oh Will,” she said ecstatically. “You look fantastic. All dark and mysterious and gorgeous. I’m so happy for you.”

Trying hard not to grin like a fool at her compliments Spike cleared his throat and murmured, “It’s Spike now pet.”

Puzzled, Buffy pulled back to stare at him blankly. “Huh?”

“William doesn’t really go with the new image. I thought the name Spike was more fitting.”

Pausing, Buffy drew away from him and ran her eyes once more over his form. “Spike,” she murmured, as if to test out the name on her tongue. Finally she nodded with approval. “Yeah, you’re right. I like it.”

Spike couldn’t help but smile with relief, glad that she hadn’t laughed at him. “What about you love? I mean I always knew you were pretty but this...” When words failed him he reached out to cup her cheek in his hand, swallowing hard to dispel the lump that had formed in his throat. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Buffy grinned, bursting with pride as she noted that this was the first time he’d ever actually referred to her as a woman. “You like?” she asked happily, stepping away to do a little spin.

Spike bit back a groan as his gaze slid appreciatively over her slender form. Dragging his reluctant eyes back up to her face he smiled at the adorable way her curls bounced around as she moved. “Oh yeah,” he finally replied, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“Good.” Her voice became low and husky as she moved closer, placing her hands lightly on his chest. “Because I wore this just for you.”

Struck dumb by her seductive tone and the sight of her slightly parted lips, so close to his own, Spike fought to latch onto a thought, any thought, that didn’t involve kissing her senseless. Then his gaze flickered to her eyes, catching the glint of amusement in their green depths, and that’s when it hit him. She was doing it on purpose!

“Oh you’re evil,” he said, backing up in an attempt to remove himself from temptation.

She flashed him a cheeky grin. “What? You think you’re the only one who can flirt?” She winked and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics.

“Touché love.” Capturing her hands in his, Spike pulled her with him as he backed toward the door of the club. He grinned, saying, “Come on Goldilocks, it’s time to put these new facades of ours to the test.”





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