Chapter 5:
Spike had fixed the problem that she had created and gotten them both back on track to Vegas, of course they were behind schedule but that’s better than nothing. Spike had made a rule: Buffy’s hands are never allowed to touch the steering wheel. Though Buffy hated this rule, she didn’t argue because she knew that that was for the best. With no trouble, Spike had gotten them to the Hard Rock hotel and Casino that was just off the strip. With an outrageous amount of cash that Spike said a ‘friend’ had loaned him he got them a nice big room. After they got situated in their rooms they walked around the Hotel. It was light outside, therefore wouldn’t be fun to check out the strip in the daylight plus Spike would get a little sun tanned. They walked around looked at artifacts from Jimmy Hendrix’s guitar from his performance at Woodstock to Britney Spears’s red leather outfit from ‘Baby, One More Time‘. They had already looked at almost everything when Buffy stopped in front of a case. Spike stopped and his gaze fell onto what she had seen. It was the legendary leather underwear that Billy Idol wore on the cover of Rolling Stones magazine It had the crosses and everything with it. (You know what one I‘m talking about… January 31st 1985. Very nice picture of him sporting leather underwear with silver crosses and he was very sexy.) Buffy looked at Spike, then back at the case. Spike turned away.
“Come on, Slayer, I don’t fancy staring at the shams knickers.” Spike said motioning to the elevator.
“Wait a minute Spike, I’m looking.” Buffy said, she started to read a little piece of paper at the bottom of the case, her eyes crawled back up to the ‘knickers’.
'I wonder how Spike would look in those… I can picture it. They look so much alike…. William and Billy, Will and Bill… They’re like twins. Mmm leathery Spike goodness… Imagine him with this baby on and his leather coat…. Oh, bad thoughts. No bad thoughts. '
“Looking at what held his goodies, ey?” Spike asked, his eyes met with Buffy’s and she looked back at the case.
'Looking at his goodies…. Goggling at visual thought of Spike goodies in leather… no, without the leather…. NO. Bad thoughts aren’t good. They’ll cause drooling, and drooling is very bad. No bad thoughts.'
She pulled herself away and walked along Spike to their room, every once in a while pulling her eyes away from their observation of the butt of Spike. They spent the rest of the day watching TV in their hotel room, channel surfing until Spike stopped on a Passions rerun. Buffy rolled her eyes at his stupid guilty pleasure and got off the bed.
“Where you going, Pet?” Spike asked when he saw her grab her coat from a suitcase. She put it on over her pink tank top and threw on some tennis shoes.
“I’m going to look around.” Buffy said as she opened the hotel door.
“Careful, Pet, there are things worse than demons.” Spike said sincerely. Buffy gave him a funny look.
“Is the big bad looking out for a slayer?”
“Were dying together. I wont let you get gone without me joined at the hip.” Spike said. Buffy blushed at his comment. Though he hadn’t meant for it to sound a little sexual, she couldn’t help but get embarrassed at the comment. She just waved and left without saying another word. Spike turned back to the TV and then fell asleep within minutes.
Later that night the two enjoyed the walk along the strip together. Buffy walked around and looked at all the lights. She was amazed and Spike couldn’t help but be stunned also. But it wasn’t the lights.
'It’s her…'
She was beautiful. He’d never known it to this extent. It was her. She didn’t seem sad about this future of theirs. She seemed to have embraced it. Spike was the one who shouldn’t mind. He’d overstayed his welcome here on earth, and it was his time to go.
'Why?'
But her, the blonde beauty who was barely 20, was embracing the death.
'She’s so beautiful. From her caring little heart to her pert little breasts that bounce with her steps.
NO! come on Spike, don’t ruin things now with your corrupt mind. She’s starting to trust you. Look at that arse, gonna get it… Gonna get it.'
“Spike?” Buffy called from a few feet ahead of Spike, “Hurry up, slowpoke.”
She turned on her heel and Spike hurried after her.
'Gonna get it. Gonna get it.'
After a few hours of walking and staring, Spike and Buffy were back at the hotel. They lay on the bed in mutual silence thinking about their future. But Buffy never was one for silence.
“Where do you thing Slayers go?” She asked.
“What?” Spike asked, still laying on his back.
“When Slayers die, where do they go?” Buffy asked. She twisted be body around towards Spike, waiting to hear his answer.
“I don’t know for sure Slayer, but I’ve always believed that there’s no heaven and hell.”
“Oh… But I though that you were a good little Englishman, brought up with Christian beliefs.” She explained to him. Spike sighed and sat up, facing the small blonde.
“It never made sense to me. I just went along with it to make Mother happy.” Spike said, looking away from Buffy as his mind started to remember his mother.
“Spike?” Buffy placed her hand onto Spike’s shoulder trying to get his attention but as she did they both got a vision.
………………(vision)
They didn’t even care what happened to the home or if they get caught. They needed this more than anything.
Spike pushed Buffy hard against a wall and ground his erection into her heat. She moaned, silently asking for more. Buffy slid her hand between them…
The crack on the wall gets bigger and the fancy chandelier fell to the floor.
A ‘Zip’ echoes through the room.
…………….(Reality)
“OOO-kay.” Buffy said, cheeks flaming red. She looked away from Spike, then slowly looked back. Spike was staring at her, his jaw hanging low, “I disliked these visions, but now I downright hate them.”
“I know what you mean.” Spike said, glancing down at his hard erection, He pulled a pillow from under the cover and placed it on his lap, “One moment I’m thinking about Mother and the next, I’m watching myself in a porno.”
“… Did we really do that?” Buffy whispered.
“Yeah…but in the future.” Spike said, he was about to finish that sentence when a faint smell aired the room.
‘Buffy was turned on…’
Spike adjusted his pants and got off the bed, “I’ll just be in the bathroom…”
“Okay…” Buffy said. Once Spike was out of the room she leaned back onto the pillow, “Future Me was enjoying it, does that mean Now Me would too?”
Her question was interrupted by another vision…
…………………(Vision)
Everything was going so slow as she dialed 911.
“My mom… She’s not breathing... I think she’s dead…. Please, help…. 1630 Revello drive……” Buffy moved the receiver away from her ear and turned towards her couch, “Mommy…”
………………….(Reality)
Once Spike had the vision he pulled up his pants and ran out of the bathroom. He found Buffy laying away from him in the fetal position. Spike walked around the bed and crawled in beside her. Buffy wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
“S’okay, Buffy….”
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I'm am sorry that I've been away for so long but this story will be finished within a month. Thoughts are in 'these'