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Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the characters in
the story belong to me.
Feedback: Don't make me beg.
Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the
lead singer for the band Blue Eyed Devil.
Buffy Summers is a local preschool
teacher. They meet and .....

Rating: Up to NC-17





Part three.....


After a long night filled with disturbing dreams punctuated
by a few moments of restless sleep, Buffy had to drag herself
out of bed. It wasn't until she'd had two cups of black, highly
sweetened coffee and a shower that she began to think she
might be able to screw her head on straight and go to work.

Her morning was hectic and loud. The children from Marian
Banner's class room had been parceled out amongst the other
teachers until the plumbing could be fixed and the carpet relaid.
This meant that Buffy had five more 4 year olds to deal with.

She made it through the morning on a caffeine and sugar
energy burst, and she only stopped to think about her experience
the night before a half a dozen times or so. Fortunately, her
attention had to focus on her children, which saved her from a
lot of useless imaginings.

Although he had haunted her last night in her dreams, Buffy
had no illusions about the reality of the situation. She was
quite certain that she'd been nothing more to him than an
interesting diversion, probably prompted by her initial ignoring
of his stage presence, and a challenge to his ego. To a person
like him, it wasn't enough to have most of the girls in the
audience bowled over...he needed to have them all in the same
condition.

During the morning rest period, she snuck into the kitchen and
drank a bottle of Coke, hoping to boost herself up with more
caffeine and sugar.

It seemed to work, because she got through the rest of the
class time until lunch without collapsing into a tired heap.

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"So...how was the band last night?"

Buffy shrugged as she filled her basket with supplies
from the storage closet. Construction paper, glue sticks,
buttons, pipe cleaners and Popsicle sticks weighed her
arm down...ingredients for an art project she was planning
for the afternoon session.

"They were all right," she murmured absently, silently
berating herself for telling such an outrageous lie.

"All right?" Willow asked, disbelief making her voice
squeak. "That's the best you can say...they were all right?"

Buffy cleared her throat. "They were...good. Competent
musicians...pleasant voices."

"Well, which songs did they sing?" Willow pressed.

Glad that she was facing in the other direction, Buffy allowed
herself a brief memory of a silky, sensual voice and of pene-
trating blue eyes fixed on her like a laser beam as he sang
words that made the heat rise in her body..."She's setting my
heart on fire...."

"I don't really remember," she said, swallowing hard.

Willow was silent for a long moment, and Buffy could almost
feel her friends eyes burning into her, trying to gauge the
level of truth in her voice.

"Well, what about the guys themselves?" she asked. "Were
they hot?"

"No!" Buffy said, a shade too loudly. "They were just...just
ordinary looking guys. Nothing special." She closed the door
to the storage closet, hoping to avoid whatever lighting bolt God
was about to pop her with for telling so many lies.

"Oh, come on." The disbelief in Willow's voice ratcheted up about
three degrees. "I've seen them on TV," she added, "They are
majorly sexy...especially Spike Dev...."

Buffy cut her off before she could finish the name. "I suppose
they were, if you like that type!" she snapped. "But they just
don't appeal to me."

Another lie. She was actually afraid to step outside at this point. If
not a lightning bolt, then surely an anvil would come crashing down
from the sky and squash her flat.

"Okay, okay," Willow said placatingly, holding up her hands as
though she were being robbed at gunpoint. "I get the message. Miss
Summers doesn't like rock and roll singers." She smiled, and
Buffy knew what was coming next. "She prefers tall, blond loan
officers."

As hard as she tried, Buffy couldn't even muster up a small
smile acknowledging Willow's teasing comment. Her best friend
and employer was referring to Riley Finn, the officer at the bank
that had approved Willow's small business start up loan.

Riley had brought some paperwork to the school a few months
ago, and Willow had introduced him to Buffy, hoping to prod her
into wanting more satisfaction out of life than she got from teaching
preschool.

He was very nice, and there was no doubt he was good looking. Tall
and built more like a athlete than a bank officer, Riley Finn had sandy
blond hair, friendly gray eyes, and an open, guileless face. Riley was
what he was. There was no hidden mystery to him, no secrets to
explore. What you saw...was what you got. No more, no less.

She had accepted his invitation to lunch that day, and had been out
with him a few times since then. But, much to Willow's dismay, she
couldn't seem to work up more than a casual liking for him. Even
when he kissed her, although she tried to leave herself open for the
bells and skyrockets that romance novels rhapsodized about, she
never really lost herself in his kiss. Never wanted to drown in his eyes.
Never wanted to lie in his arms and listen to him sing to her...sing
softly...only to her....

Oh, no. She wasn't going there again. THAT was a dream. A silly,
unattainable dream that had crept into her innocent sleep, uninvited.

Buffy tried to change the subject. "What did the plumber say?"

"Oh, it was just a faulty pipe. He replaced it and checked out
everything else, said it all looks good." Willow wiped imaginary
sweat from her brow. "The carpet in Marian's room will be back down
by the end of the day, so...all's well."

"Good," Buffy murmured, pushing open the door to her class room.

Willow said nothing for a moment, and Buffy was afraid that her
friend was once again gathering her forces to continue her "Buffy
could love Riley if she just gave herself half a chance" lecture.

But all Willow did was ask if she could supervise the noon play
period outside.


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There were twelve children in her class, and she adored every
single one of them.

>From the time she'd been a child herself, Buffy had wanted to
be a teacher. She had spent most of her playtime conducting
pretend classes with her dolls and stuffed animals lined up in
a neat row as she explained the mysteries of 2+2=4.

As she grew to adulthood, she discovered that she had a
special affinity for very young children. They were so full of wonder
and joy, so eager to learn and so willing to love and be loved.

Her little ones were old enough to truly learn what she was
teaching them, but not too old to climb up on her lap for a
hug, or to have an 'ouchie' kissed after it was treated with
antiseptic and a band aid.

They loved nothing more than to come and take Miss
Buffy's hand and lead her out onto the playground to take part
in whatever imaginary flights of fancy they were participating
in.

And Miss Buffy loved nothing more than to be taken along
for the ride. She climbed the monkey bars, swung along on the
swing sets, teetered as they tottered, and crawled on her hands
and knees into the playhouses. She dressed and undressed
dolls, built Lego skyscrapers, molded clay into recognizable
shapes, and blatantly crayoned outside the lines of coloring
books.

When she took her class on a mini field trip to the little farm
Willow had set up in the field behind the school, they followed
her in a row, like ducklings. They tossed grain to the chickens,
cuddled the bunnies, and laughed when she purposely allowed
the tiny pygmy goat to lower his miniature horns and bump into
her backside.

And they asked questions. Endless questions about everything
under the sun. Why was this like that, and why was that like this?
Where did the sun go at night? Why did the moon change colors as
it rose? Do flowers feel it when they're picked? How did the cinnamon
and sugar stick to the graham crackers, and why was there no butter
in the peanut butter? Do bunnies like jelly beans, and why did some
have floppy ears while others had upstanding ones?

They asked so many questions that she thought nothing of it at
first when she was crawling out of the iron tunnel and heard
Samantha ask, "Miss Buffy? Who's that man by the front gate?"

Buffy looked up, saw who it was, and bumped her head on the
edge of the tunnel hard enough to make the iron ring like a dull
chime.

Oh, no......



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TBC.....

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