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Blue Eyed Devil
Part 24

(check out the gorgeous 'Blue Eyed
Devil' fan art by Tista at http://www.
spuffyfighting.com/bed)


Buffy was far more relaxed on the ride back
to Union Jack's. The combination of the moonlight,
the warmth of the air, and the pleasant memories of
their encounter under the pine tree, was making her
positively mellow.

Until Spike pulled the motorcycle into the back parking
lot and she saw what was waiting there.

The truck that had been there when they'd left was long
gone. In it's place was another, half again as long. It was
painted a gleaming ebony, and there was a beautiful
painting on the side; a deep green aura, with a pair of
very recognizable blue eyes and slanting dark brows in
the center of it. Beneath this work of art someone had
painted the name of the band in the same emerald green.

Buffy knew without being told, that this was the truck that
would soon be packed up with all the paraphernalia necessary
for a rock and roll band to take on a nationwide tour.

Although she hated to even look at it, she pasted a smile
on her face as Devlin pulled up next to the truck and killed
the engine.

"Wow. Fancy," she said, trying to sound as though she
absolutely loved it.

Spike sighed impatiently. "I told them not to do that," he said,
indicating the picture. "I just wanted a plain truck...something
to get us where we're going. That...thing...is gonna attract a
lot of unwanted attention."

"Well," Buffy said consolingly, "that's what you get for having
such beautiful blue eyes."

He examined the representation more closely. "It looks like
I'm wearing make up," he complained, lowering the bike's
kick stand and climbing off. Standing in front of the truck, his
hands on his hips, he frowned. "This was our manager's idea,"
he said, shaking his head. "God only knows what he'll have on
the side of the bus."

"The bus?" Buffy asked, standing beside him with her hands
clasped in front of her."

"Yeah," he said absently, walking around the truck to examine
the matching picture on the opposite side. "This is just for the
equipment. The bus is for us to travel on. Kind of a hotel on wheels,
so I'm told."

That particular description gave Buffy an unpleasant association.
Hotels...motels...sleeping arrangements...all the girls that would be
throwing themselves at the band...

She couldn't stand looking at it for another second.

"Well...it's awfully late," she said, glancing at her watch. "I
should be getting on home."

Devlin turned around and regarded her with a boyish
smile. "Can I come, too?"

A rush of love washed through her, and she smiled back
at him. "If you want to."

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "If I want to...she says."
Slipping his arms around her, he walked her backwards
to where her car was parked. "Yes, Miss Buffy. I want to.
Besides," he added, with just a touch of self satisfaction, "I'm
your boyfriend, remember?"

"That's right," she said, snapping her fingers. "It must have
slipped my mind."

"Oh, really?" He pushed her up against the driver's side
door of her car, plastering his body against hers. "Well, I guess
I'm just gonna have to refresh your memory then." Ducking
his head, he kissed her, long and hard. "You get started, babe.
I'll be right behind you."

******************************

Spike watched the tail lights of Buffy's car disappear. Turning
to go into the rear door of the club, the equipment truck caught
his attention again, and a wave of dislike rose up in him.

There was no real reason for him to feel that way. Even though
he'd voted to keep the truck without ornamentation, it wasn't
half as gaudy as some he'd seen. And all that really mattered
was that it was large enough to carry their gear.

He had seen the expression on Buffy's face before she'd
managed to cover it with a smile, and knew what had caused
it. The deadline for their leaving was now only four short days away,
and this truck was a big, fat loud reminder of that unpleasant fact.

Devlin sighed and headed in the back door of Union
Jack's, wondering when everything had become so bloody
complicated.

In the space of just a few days, he'd found the
girl he wanted to make a future with. She was beautiful,
smart, and fantastically sexy, and although she had
been a virgin, she made love like an absolute angel.

Now, instead of settling in and making serious plans
for their future, he had to get on a bus that would carry
him hundreds of miles away from her.

For the first time since the whole thing had been
proposed, the tour he had looked forward to with such
excitement didn't sound at all appealing.


******************************

He was surprised to see that Andy, Oz and Xander
were still inside. They were kicking back at one of
the tables, drinking beer and discussing some new
arrangements of their songs.

"Hey!" Xander said loudly. "Boss man is back. Where's
your little cutie?"

Devlin folded his arms across his chest and grinned.

"She's gone on home," he said casually. "I'm gonna
join her there later."

"Sorry about the fucking truck," Andy said. "I told 'em
to leave off the black eye liner. Said you prefer a nice
soft shade of brown, but they don't fucking listen."

Xander giggled like a hyena. Oz said nothing, although
his lip curved in a small smile.

"Funny," Spike said. Pulling up a chair and turning
it around, he straddled the seat, then glanced at
Xander, although he addressed his question to all of
them. "So...what do you think of Buffy?"

"Nice," Oz said briefly.

"Oh, yeah," Andy agreed. "A fucking doll."

"I like her," Xander chimed in. "She's great."

Zeroing his gaze in on him, Spike asked, "You don't think
she's a bit...prim and proper?"

"Buffy?" Xander glanced at him, then stared at his hands. "Why
would you think that?"

"Well, you know," Spike said, shrugging, "her skirt is a
little long...she doesn't wear a lot of make up...her hair's
always pinned up."

Xander sighed. "Okay, what were you doing? Eavesdropping
or something?"

"Not exactly."

"Look...I like her," Xander said emphatically. "I really
do. She's just not the type you usually go for, is all."

Spike stood up and pushed the chair away. "Don't
look so nervous," he told his friend. "I'm not gonna hit
you. Just be careful what you say in the future. You
never know who might overhear you."

He pulled his car keys out of his jacket and headed for
the door. Before leaving, he turned back and smiled,
looking like a highly satisfied man.

"Just so you know," he said. "I don't care if she pins
her hair up tight during the day...cause I'm the guy who
gets to take it down at night."

On his way out the door, he heard Andy.

"You've got the biggest fucking mouth in the universe,
Harris."


******************************

Buffy was sitting in front of her vanity when the
doorbell rang.

She'd scrubbed her face clean of all the extra
make up and was now brushing her hair until it was
smooth, trying hard to keep away the gloomy
thoughts.

Four days to go. And she wasn't even sure how much she'd
see of him during those four days. She had to work, and he
surely must have last minute arrangements and plans to set
in place. Plus, there'd be rehearsals and maybe even social
obligations to be met.

Four short days.

And what would she do then....?


TBC.....





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