Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the
lead singer for the band 'Blue Eyed
Devil'. Buffy Summers is the local
preschool teacher he falls in love with
shortly before leaving for a nationwide
tour.
Part Forty-three:
The first part of the tape was nothing but
scratchy static. She waited patiently and when
she was just about to hit the fast forward button,
the static cleared and she was presented with a
large number five.
As she watched, the five changed to a four,
then to a three, then a two, then skipped right
over the number one.
Perplexed, she watched the opening credits
of something called "A.M. in Seattle". It turned
out to be a typical morning show, part news and
part nonsense.
She hadn't the faintest idea why she'd been in-
structed to watch it until the perky blonde news-
caster, who seemed revoltingly happy for someone
up at such a wretched hour of the morning, turned
to talk to the entertainment editor, Paula Collins.
A slow smile began to form on Buffy's face when
Ms. Collins informed all of Seattle that she'd scored
an exclusive interview with a very hot new band
that was selling out venues faster than they could be
booked.
Buffy grabbed the remote and zapped through all
the filler, only stopping when Collins reappeared on
the screen.
She waited patiently as the woman described the
rapid rise of 'Blue Eyed Devil', raved about all their
number one hits, then introduced a few snippets of
concert footage.
When Spike appeared on screen, Buffy's heart began
to skip along with the beat of the music. She'd heard
the song several times, but she couldn't take her eyes
off the lead singer.
The film had been taken the previous night, when
the band had performed at the Key Arena....which
Buffy was informed was the home of the Seattle Super-
sonics.
As the camera panned the large crowd, she was
amazed at what she was seeing. This place was three
times the size of the theater in San Francisco, and it
looked like it was pretty filled up with people happy
to be there.
The interview was being conducted backstage in
a room that looked a lot like the one she and Spike
had made use of in San Francisco.
Ms. Collins chatted briefly with each of them, and
they responded as their individual personalities
dictated; Oz was quiet and succinct, Xander remained
funny and ebullient, and every other word Andy uttered
was bleeped out.
Spike, though, was the real spokesman of the foursome,
the frontman with the information everyone wanted to
know. His eyes flashed with humor and energy as he
fielded questions about how it felt to be such a fast rising
star in the world of rock and roll music, a world that never
stopped in one place for very long.
Buffy, whose heart and soul had been aching from
his absence, was transfixed, hanging on every word he
spoke.
Ms. Collins then made a joking comment about all the
young girls that were screaming for them in the audience,
asking them if they were enjoying that sort of attention.
Oz just shrugged, while Andy and Xander agreed
wholeheartedly that it was one of the best side effects
yet.
"But don't ask Spike," Xander added in a stage
whisper. "He's sort of...spoken for."
The camera panned over to Spike, who was actually
looking a little sleepy and uninterested in the direction
of the interview.
"Is that right?" Ms. Collins asked him in a flirty way
that made Buffy frown.
Spike didn't hesitate to reply. "Very much spoken for," he
said quietly, then practically yawned in the woman's
face. "I've got a beautiful girl waiting for me that I can't
wait to go home to."
The interviewer looked slightly miffed, then turned her
attention to the remainder of the band for the rest of her
segment.
Buffy couldn't help herself. She rewound the tape four
times, just to hear him say it again.
When the entertainment segment was over, she nearly
shut off the tape. A few seconds later, it went briefly black,
then flickered back on.
This time though, Spike was the only one on film. She
saw him move backwards, as though he'd just pushed
the 'record' button, then he moved in front of the
lens.
"Hi, baby," he said softly, seating himself on a stool
in what looked to be his hotel room. "I had one of the
road crew tape the interview for you, and then I thought
I'd tack this on at the end. I wrote it for you, love."
"Another one for me?" she asked out loud, as though
he was sitting right there and could answer her.
And then, to her complete and upper amazement, he
did!
"You're my muse, sweetheart. They're all for you now."
he said, leaning over and picked up his guitar...his favorite,
his first...and strumming it, picking out another lovely
melody.
"Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me
feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me
feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me
feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me
feel like I am fun again..."
The song was so beautiful it brought tears to her
eyes.
"However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you...."
This was definitely going to be her favorite. Not just
the song itself, but the way he was looking into the
camera, looking straight at her. The light in his eyes
was taking her breath away.
"Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me
feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me
feel like I am clean again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you...."
When the song ended, he put his guitar down
and looked back at her. "I sure do miss you,
kitten. Listen, I don't suppose there's a chance I
could talk you into quitting your job and coming
along with me, is there?"
His tone was light, but if he'd been standing right
there at the moment, she'd probably be racing
upstairs to pack her bags.
He laughed a bit, and his eyes were so soft...the
curve of his mouth so tender...that she could almost
taste the sweet way he kissed her.
"I know the little ones need Miss Buffy," he went
on, shrugging his shoulders, "but I need her, too."
Pausing for a moment, he then took a deep breath.
"I'd even be willing to sweeten the deal....with a
big diamond ring."
She wasn't sure what it said about her state of mind,
but it took her a full thirty seconds to realize what
he'd just said.
"What? What did you say?" she squealed. Groping
for the remote, she accidentally hit the 'off' button,
cursed at the gadget, then punched 'play' and 'rewind'.
"....be willing to sweeten the deal with a great big
diamond ring."
"Oh, my god...he....did he...he DID...didn't he?"
"...I know, I know...we haven't been together long
enough, have we?" Spike said then. "All right, I
won't push you into something you aren't ready for,
love. But...when you are....it's going to be me."
"Well...well wait a minute," Buffy answered, for-
getting in the surrealism of the moment that he
wasn't actually there. "Just wait...I might be
ready...I mean, I hadn't thought about it before,
but...but..."
"Anyway, baby," he said, "I hope you liked the
song, and think about what I said, all right? Will
you do that for me? Maybe you might have an
answer next time we talk? Goodnight, love."
He leaned forward, the screen went fuzzy.....
And the telephone rang.
TBC....
(Hmm, I wonder who THAT could be?)
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