Chapter 7: Chaos Part I
Don‘t stop. Do not stop dancing. Keep going. Buffy thought, urging herself to keep up her dance. Doing a high Jete, a jump from one foot to another, she landed gently on her left foot before going into Pointe. After counting two counts, Buffy slowly extended her leg gracefully back out in front of her, shifting her weight.
Now standing on both feet in Pointe, Buffy walked briskly across the stage floor like a model, exaggerating her steps more. At a high point in the music, she stopped, and began to move with an allegro tempo to the music change.
She landed every Jete again like her first one with beautiful ease. Feeling the music coming to an end, Buffy picked up the last bit of energy she had left. Allowing the flow of the choreography and beautiful music to encompass her. She forgot all of her problems, and began to dance with the wild fury that the phrase called for. Ending in the center of the floor like most of Buffy’s routines, she posed on the last notes. Once the music died away, she allowed herself to really breathe, letting her arms fall to her side, and feet to sweep down to the floor.
She had been going at it for almost three hours non-stop. Dancing her little heart out, hoping it would drive her problems, fears, and worries away. Unlike most people that moped around not letting go of their stress and dilemmas, Buffy simply danced it away. If not she would drive herself insane and slowly be driven to depression.
After she had left Willow at Starbucks Buffy had driven to her house to pick up her gear, and then headed to the theater. She had asked the janitor if she could have a few hours on the stage practicing, using the excuse that she just wanted to get more of the feel of the stage she’d be performing on. The gentle elderly man had just let her in with a caring smile after she had gone to get her dance bag out of the trunk of her car.
Buffy walked over to the corner to pick up her towel. The part she had just danced was when her character would be introduced. A fiery spirit inside the princess with a hatred of being controlled. A lot like Buffy herself. Similarly, her character was being forced into marriage to a philandering prince. Man, irony much? Buffy thought to herself.
No! The blonde thought, scolding herself. She had come to the theater in order to forget any thoughts of Spike before she moved in with him. Though it wasn’t helping much that the ballet she was dancing to was in a way related to what Buffy was going through at the moment.
Buffy looked at her watch. Two o‘clock. It was at least six hours before Willow had told her that she and the rest of their friends were due to be at Chaos.
Packing up her bag, Buffy contemplated about going out or not tonight. It would be nice to unwind a little more and what other better way was there other than dancing the night away with her friends. Doing two things that helped Buffy relax. Dancing and hanging out with her friends. Why the hell not? Buffy decided as she walked down the steps of the stage, leaving the theater. She walked to her car, not noticing the black S.U.V. across the street with a brunette man watching her closely.
Xander Harris had been completely bored out of his mind, but he sat up straight when the small petite blonde walked out of the theater three hours after she had arrived there. After Xander had paid a visit to his boss Spike, and he had gotten more orders to keep tailing Ms. Summers, Xander had driven back to the Summers Mansion parking a bit down the street from the gated entrance waiting for any sign of Buffy Summers coming or going. Finally she had come back to her home but left again ten minutes later, leaving Xander to tail her in his car. They had arrived at the theater again for the second time that day.
The brunette had watched her walk in and out to grab her bag with curiosity. There had been no other cars in the theater parking lot which left Xander wondering why Buffy Summers was coming to the theater to dance alone.
The rest of the time Xander had just watched the building, taking quick small naps after the first hour had passed. He cursed his boss silently in his head, since it would be committing suicide to voice his opinions even if he was alone. Xander absolutely hated surveillance. He wanted more of the action jobs. Once in a while Spike would give him that but most of the time Alexander Harris was pushed to tail someone.
Though there was no doubt about it that Xander was considered one of Spike’s best men. He respected Spike a great deal. The man was a genius for his ideas in business and ways of taking care of problems. And, of course like every man that was considered the best to Spike Giles had done illegal acts. You weren’t really considered a mafia member until you had pulled the trigger. In cold blood. The crimes that Xander had done ranged from murder, assassination, threatening, drugs, and many more.
Still Xander never knew how he could still sleep at night like a baby next to his wife Anya, whom he had married to for two years with very few regrets. Xander guessed you really had to have an understanding of violence to be in the job Xander and many of Xander’s fellow co-workers were doing.
Besides, the pay was great, he got to live in the Giles' estate for free, plus the fact that he was automatically treated with respect once people found out who he worked for.
Starting the car, Xander pulled out of his parking spot a minute after Ms. Summers had. He drove at a distance to ensure she didn’t think that she was being followed while still keeping her red convertible in view.
As Xander followed her and watched as her blonde hair whipped around in the air from the breeze, he now understood why Spike was rather intrigued with this girl and intended to make her his mistress. She was a beauty, that was for sure. Not enough for Xander to lust after since he was married to a wonderful woman he loved, but enough to see her appeal. She was a ballet dancer, which probably meant she was graceful. Xander wondered if Spike had thought a goddess had swept into the room when he first met her.
Xander knew that his boss had many different qualities in him and that all together you would never think they would make his boss the way Spike was. Spike was a hard man in business and put up with very little crap when it came to dealing with people who owned the businesses Spike got the profits from. This meant William ‘Spike’ Giles was a very impatient man. Hell, many times his men bore the brunt of his anger when Spike was irritated or just pissed off. But there was a side to Spike that no one would guess to be a part of him at first glance. Everyone knew Spike was a hopeless romantic and gave away his heart fully once given. He kept his promises no matter how hard they would be. That made Spike Giles to be very respected in his family and men who were already considered his family. Anyone messing with the Giles family would pay.
The brunette could tell that Spike would especially be more protective of this girl he was following once she moved into the house. She screamed ‘fragile’ from her petite frame to her choice of hobby. Never judge a book by its cover, Xander Harris, His wife, Anya’s words that she repeated to him constantly rang in his head.
Ten minutes later Xander parked a bit further down the street from the Summers’ mansion, in good view of anyone coming in and out. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the memorized number of Anya’s cell phone. Alexander Harris had the sudden urge to call his wife and tell her how much he loved her.
“Mom?” Buffy called for Joyce, peeking her head over the bedroom door. Joyce was sitting up in bed, currently with her nose in a book. Joyce looked up and smiled when she saw Buffy, and she quickly bid her daughter in.
Buffy walked through the door into her parent’s large master bedroom, feeling freshly clean from a recent shower. After arriving home Buffy had jumped in the shower and then took a two hour long nap. She woke up around 4:30 and decided to pay a visit to her mother. At first she had thought against it, remembering that her mom had said she wanted to have a talk with her about what happened this morning. Though after berating herself for being a coward, Buffy had marched to her mother’s bedroom, with very little courage inside her.
“Hello dear. Come in and sit.” Joyce patted a spot on the bed across from her, motioning for Buffy to have a seat. Buffy did as she was told. “Well, how was your day?” Joyce questioned. Buffy sighed and began to tell her mother a quick version of what she had done. Joyce nodded her head. “Well honey I just want to know...are you sure...about what you’re doing?”
No! Buffy said inside her head. She was far from knowing if she was doing the right thing. Though all Buffy could do was say yes.
“Yeah. I really...love Spike.” Liar. You can barely stand him. He‘s infuriating. Bossy and controlling. Nothing to love about him! Buffy couldn’t help but wince at the new lie she told her mother. Then of course once you told one lie it would always escalate to more. Even if they were from good intentions.
Joyce nodded her head silently and again Buffy could tell her mother was contemplating it.
“I guess I’m just worried. I mean you’re my little girl and you usually tell me everything. Now you’re saying that you’ve secretly been dating a mafia leader, the most powerful of them all in L.A., for months and you just suddenly spring your engagement on me and your father,” Buffy’s mother said in her usual calm tone. “You can understand why a mother would be worried.”
“Don’t worry mom. Spike cares a lot about me.” Oddly Buffy knew that was true. “He’ll take care of me.” All these things she was telling her mother, she was really assuring herself.
“I know dear. Just promise me you’re not going to get married in another few months. That you’ll at least wait a year. So you can really get to know the man you are about to be bound to for the rest of your life.”
Buffy’s mother had no idea how long they were going to really wait to get married. I don‘t even know if we will ever get married. Not that I would say yes, Buffy thought. Though once a year had passed it would be tough to explain to her mother why they had yet to even plan a wedding. Buffy didn’t even know how long Spike was intent on keeping her.
“I promise. Mom if you don’t mind I kind of don’t want to talk about this. It‘s been a long day,” Buffy said. Joyce gave her daughter a peculiar look, wondering why her daughter did not want to talk about her engagement. There was more to it than what they were letting on to Joyce. Normally a newly engaged woman would be bouncing up and down with her great news. Moreover where was Buffy’s ring? Joyce shot a quick glance to her engagement finger and found no big diamond ring she was expecting to adorn her daughter’s hand. Not even a small diamond. Odd. Joyce thought. Though she quickly dismissed it, maybe Buffy had wanted to choose her own ring.
“Ok dear.”
For another two hours Buffy and her mother talked about many things. Joyce told her daughter about her stay in the hospital and all the friends she had made while she was there. Finally Buffy excused herself saying she was going to a club with her friends. She kissed her mother goodnight and walked back to her own room to get ready.
Buffy looked in the mirror, questioning her reflection. What have you gotten yourself into?
Spike walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and over to his closet. He picked out something simple - black pants, and a black silk dress shirt. He laced up his lethal black boots, then gelled his hair back to its usual slicked back manner.
Tonight he, Wesley, Gunn, Faith, and a few other men would be heading down to one of their most profitable assets. The owner of the club, Mr. Willie Driver, was currently refusing to pay the Giles’ family their share of the money. Gunn and Spike had decided it would be best if Spike
showed up tonight at the club to get Driver to pay his share.
There was a knock on the door before it was opened to find Faith Smith, one of his best female workers. She was the best at what she does. Cold blood assassination and threatening men just like Driver who didn’t do as they were told. She was a bitch like no other, along with wild, and without a care in the world attitude. She and Spike had had a ‘sex-only’ based relationship at first when she had begun working for the family three years ago but two months into it, they had decided it was best if they kept their relationship strictly professional. There was no doubt about it that Faith Smith was a beauty. Many of the people she took care of didn’t suspect she was about to kill them because she would seem to try and seduce them.
Usually her jobs were done the same way. Seduce whoever she was sent to kill, man or woman (for an odd reason women were a lot easier to get to bed), fuck them for a few hours, and while they slept she’d cap them with a silencer right in the head. She would call the clean up crew of the family and it would be done with. To Faith it didn’t matter if she slept with them, it was just sex. And in the end she even got off on pulling the trigger. Sometimes she’d live out whatever perverted fantasies they had seeing as she kind of owed it to them. Of course no one questioned her methods. She was a tough one and she’d easily put everyone in their places.
Not even Spike cared as long as she didn’t screw up, and she got the job done.
Faith walked into the bedroom not caring before sitting down on the bed they had shared years ago for a few months. Their past relationship seemed to even make their business talk easier.
The brunette looked up at him with an amused but curious look. “So I got that room that Wesley told me to get ready.” Spike heard her say from his position in the bathroom. Spike walked out, flicking the bathroom light off.
“Good.” He picked up his beloved black leather duster that was laid on the bed next to Faith.
“So...is Dru visiting?” Faith continued to question.
“No. I took up a mistress.”
Faith laughed and stood up, now truly amused. “Really? Who is it? Is it that whore Eve,
because if so...wow Spike you could really do a lot better.”
“No you stupid bint. It’s Buffy Summers, daughter of Hank Summers.” He heard Faith chuckle and he simply rolled his eyes.
“This really should be interesting.” Spike gave her a confused look waiting for Faith to elaborate.
“Why do you say that pet?”
Faith just shrugged. “Well I heard Ms. B Summers was sort of, well, morally stuck up. Not like most of the chicks in L.A. where all they think about is shopping or fucking 24/7. Simply that the girl hasn’t given it up. I banged this guy one night....oh when was it, anyway he had seen Buffy Summers at a club and he had said she was very tight legged when he tried to get into her skirt during high school.”
Spike found himself wanting to beat the crap out of Faith’s one night stand for saying it to Faith so crudely. Grabbing his hand gun off of his bed’s nightstand, Spike put it in the back sling pocket. “I know Faith. And I won‘t take to you bloody disrespecting her once she moves in here. So remember that and I suggest you tell the others.”
There was another knock on his door but this time it was Wesley and Gunn. “The car is ready out front, boss,” Gunn informed Spike.
“Right mate, off we go kiddies, time to go pick up our money. Remember I do not want to cause a scene. If we do any torturing let’s keep it to Driver’s office. Got that Faith?” Spike said seriously.
Faith gave a mock shocked look before pouting making her seem innocent. “Me? I wouldn’t think so. If anything it would be good ole’ Wesley here, aren't that right Wesley boy?” She wrapped her arm around Wesley’s shoulder, who just turned to give her an annoyed glare.
Gunn let out a bark of laughter. Wesley turned his glare to Charles Gunn.
“Come on you ninnies, I ain’t getting any younger here,” Spike said from the doorway of the room.
The four of them walked through the halls of the house and came to the front door. One of the servants handed Gunn the keys and bade the four of them goodbye. “Well let’s get this bloody show on the road.”
“Ten dollars Ms. Summers,” The bouncer said to Buffy. Quickly Buffy gave him a twenty, the only bill she had. She took the change he had handed her back.
“Thanks Billy.”
He let her pass through the open doors that were now allowing loud thumping music to seep out of the club. She smiled and walked through the doors that led into Chaos. It was a club that she and her friends had attended frequently since she had gotten back from New York.
Most of the people who worked there knew her and her friends since they came at least three times a week.
Buffy walked through the crowds that for some reason always decided to congregate right in front of the door. She had changed after talking to her mother into a pair of black leather pants and a red halter top and wore her hair straight. Buffy searched through a sea of people before spotting her friends at a table in the middle. She fought her way between the groups where all the people seemed to be two feet taller than her even when she was in heels. Finally she came up to the table and smiled as her friends greeted her.
“Hey Wills...Oz...Fred.” Oz, Willow’s boyfriend, gave a simple nod of acknowledgement which didn’t surprise Buffy since he was a man that said very few words.
Fred smiled back at Buffy and waved. “Hey Buffy.” She greeted with a light Texan drawl. Fred was a friend of theirs since high school after she had moved to California from Texas with her adoptive parents.
“Hi Buffy. I’m so glad that you came. The Dingoes aren’t playing so tonight it’s just the d.j.,” Willow said referring to Oz’s band, The Dingoes Ate My Baby, that played regularly at Chaos.
“Oh well. Sometimes they still play cool music,” Buffy said with a shrug.
Oz got up from his seat. “Does anyone want a drink?”
After getting orders from the girls, Oz left the table, leaving the girls to their chit chat.
“So Fred, how’s work?” Buffy questioned Fred. Fred was currently working at a museum as a historic science expert.
“It’s really good actually. We just got this really neat sarcophagus from one of the earliest dynasties in Egypt,” The small girl said with enthusiasm.
“That’s great. Let me guess...really dusty and smells bad huh?” Buffy joked and even Fred couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Yeah. We’re for once ordered to wear air masks while dealing with it.”
Few minutes later Oz came back loaded with drinks and began to pass them all around. Buffy sat sipping her diet coke slowly, laughing and talking with her friends when she suddenly felt the hairs on her neck stand up. Oddly she had gotten that feeling only once with a certain peroxide blonde.
The door of the limo was opened by one of the valet attendants and Spike's men stepped out. The valet attendant instantly snapped at the bouncer and doorman of the club Chaos to signal that the head boss had arrived. A second later Spike stepped out of the limo, his leather duster following behind him to sweep the black pavement. Those that stood in the line waiting to get in instantly turned to look and began to whisper and inform each other that Spike William Giles, well known gang leader, that had just stepped out of the limo.
Spike and his men plus one woman who all stood behind him, wasted no time and silently walked up the aisle and into the club to be encompassed by the sound of blaring music coming from the speakers and electric club lights that sent Spike’s senses haywire.
People seemed to spread away from them, parting like the red sea allowing Spike to walk through. They walked to the back of the club and through the door that said Employees Only. Coming upon the door that said Owner, they didn’t stop to knock, just simply kicked the door open and walked in. Willie Driver, owner of Chaos was currently sitting on his large leather couch with some topless bimbo straddling his lap. At the sound of the door crashing from its hinges, the girl turned her head and got up quickly, trying to cover herself up.
Willie looked towards the entrance of his office with an annoyed expression on his face, but it quickly fell away when he saw Spike with a menacing look obviously on his face and his lackeys standing behind him, just as frightening.
“Willie, so nice to see you,” Spike sarcastically announced. He turned to the girl that was now fully dressed. “OUT!” The girl quickly left, side stepping away from the ‘Giles family’ to get by. The minute she was out the doorway, Faith slammed the door shut leaving them in silence, away from the noise of the club.
“Hey Spike. Uh....what brings you here? Do you....uh need a VIP room upstairs?” Willie got up, showing the respect you gave to the boss when he was in the room.
“Cut the bloody crap Willie, you know why I’m here. Gunn here tells me you have yet to make
your payment. Not only that but you skipped out, and don’t say you didn’t, when my collectors came to pay you a visit.”
Willie looked to Spike and Gunn nervously. “Uh, I can get the money to you by tomorrow. I promise.”
It was obvious the spineless brown nosing club owner didn’t have the money. The question was what the man had spent Spike’s share on.
“I swear I will,” Willie confirmed.
Spike didn’t say anything. He walked over to Willie’s personal wet bar and poured himself a drink.
“Faith.” He simply ordered.
The brunette girl stepped forward with an evil glint in her eyes and malicious smile on her lips.
Pulling out a knife from where it was tucked into her boot, Faith began to step towards Willie. She pushed Willie back down onto the couch and kneeled beside him, placing the dagger close to his throat. He swallowed slowly.
“Now. When will I get the money?” Spike questioned, not bothering to look up.
"I can only promise tomorrow, as I said.”
“Alright. Faith...remember, just a little.”
Willie shot a look at Faith out of the corner of his eye. It seemed to him her grin had gotten wider. She stroked his cheek with a black painted fingernail before raising her knife to where she had just stroked. Slowly she allowed the blade to descend down his cheek, making a light cut on his skin, blood slowly seeping out. Willie let out a pathetic scream of pain. Faith giggled, "It's nothing, oh sweet Willie." Faith sing songed as she wiped the blood on the side of her index finger.
“Again...when I will get that money?”
"Spike! There is no way I can get the money to you until tomorrow," Willie pleaded.
Faith grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and pulled his face closer to hers, an irritated look on her face. People she roughed up usually gave up the minute she pulled out a blade but not Willie. It made Faith feel like her skills were lacking. "What did you spend it on Willie?"
"I'd answer her Willie, if not she'll do worse than that cut," Spike informed him. The little rat bastard had yet to give in and it was frsutrating him.
Though Willie still said nothing. Spike looked over to Faith and nodded his head in consent. Pushing him back, Faith released him before giving him two hard punches to the jaw. She relented with a pause, allowing him to tell them now, but he still kept silent. "Come on you bastard." She back handed him, sending him to sprawl out on the rest of the couch.
"What did you spend it on, Willie?" Spike asked, his tone getting graver.
Willie coughed, feeling blood seeping into his mouth from where he had bitten his cheek and felt some dripping down from his nose.
"I gambled it away," Willie choked out.
"Where?" Wesley finally spoke up. Gunn moved to stand behind the arm of the couch where
Willie's head rested.
"Shadow's"
Spike let out a malicious laughter even though he was becoming angry by the second. "Not only did you spend my money, but you spent it at a place that was owned by Angelus O'Connor." The mafia leader gave Faith a grave look and again nodded.
Suddenly Faith grabbed Willie’s crotch and not in an intimate way. Willie wailed out in pain at how rough it was. She held her knife above his package intent on making Willie less of a man he already was the second Spike said she could. He tried to push Faith off him but Gunn grabbed
him by the arms to pin him down with little effort back onto the couch.
"Now Willie I'm going to not ask but demand to know when I'll get my money. If I don't hear the right answer or one at all, you will find yourself in a bloody bad situation."
Finally Willie gave in. "Ok...ok. I'll get it by the end of the night. I promise."
“Better. Ok Faith you can let him go.”
Faith pouted, standing up, but still gave him a slap to the face that left his cheek stinging.
“Wimp,” She spitted out at Willie. “Are you sure I can’t play some more, boss?”
Spike shook his head finishing off the rest of his drink. Placing the glass down he looked over to Willie, "Now since you did something I absolutely hate, I'm going to make you not only pay me tonight but I expect double the amount by the end of this week. Gunn here will personally come here and pick up that money. And I expect it all to be there. I don't care how you get it Willie or if you piss anyone off for it because this is one time you won't get my men's protection. You shouldn't have stolen from Giles’ man. Do I make myself clear?" Willie nodded his head solemnly. "Good."
There was a ringing of a cell phone and Gunn quickly picked it up. “Yeah? What do you want, Xander?”
Spike perked up at hearing Xander’s name. Xander was currently following Buffy. Something better not had happened to her. Spike thought as he waited for Gunn to respond.
The one sided conversation from Gunn was mostly filled with ‘yeahs’ and ‘uh-huhs'. A minute later he hung up the phone.
“You’ll never believe who’s here right now?” Gunn said, waggling his eyebrows at his boss.
Spike let out an almost sadistic-like smile. Without replying to Gunn, Spike turned back to Willie. “I’ll be taking you up on that VIP spot.”
Well we've now seen Spike act a little more violent in his line of work., Trust me it will only get worse. Also yes, Buffy and Spike are in the same club just incase you really did not figure that out. Also I would like to note that Faith's torture/violent behavior is kind of like she gets off on it. She thinks it's like playing...sort of how Drusilla would be. Hope you liked it. Please Review.
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