Chapter 3
“So he just let you go?” Willow asked as she and Buffy left school the next
day.
“I don’t know what happened,” Buffy replied in confusion. “It was
like…something just came over both of us, and it was just a natural reaction
being that close to each other. But that’s wrong!” Buffy cried, spinning
around to face her friend. “Xander was right. I’m supposed to kill him,
not start developing feelings for him. It’s scary, Wills,” she finished in
a soft voice, looking at the ground.
“Maybe it’s supposed to be this way,” Willow said softly.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…vampires are supposed to be drawn to you, right? Slayer blood or
essence or something like that?”
“What are you getting at, Wills?”
“Maybe you’re supposed to be drawn to them.”
“I’ve always been drawn to them…just not sexually.”
“Sexually?”
“I-I meant physically,” Buffy rushed to cover her slip.
“But you said ‘sexually,’” Willow replied with a bright smile. “Come on,
Buffy, I saw the guy. Not very well, but from what I could tell, he was a
supreme hottie.”
“Willow!”
“What? I’m not allowed to look at other guys?” she asked with a fading
smile. “It’s not like the guy I want to be with ever notices me.”
Buffy wrapped a comforting arm around her friend. “It’ll happen, Willow.”
“You’re more sure of it than I am,” Willow said sadly.
* * * * *
“Bye, Mom, I’ll be home by midnight,” Buffy called as she walked out of her
house. The rest of the week had flown by with no further sightings of the
bleached blonde menace, and Buffy was off for a fun-filled night with her
friends. Buffy wasn’t sure if she should be grateful for that or worried
that he was plotting something. And although she hated to admit it, she was
a little disappointed.
Buffy was so lost in thought she never even picked up on the feeling of
being watched.
Spike stood in the shadows, lazily smoking a cigarette, as he watched the
Slayer walk through the darkened streets, wearing a short skirt and an almost
nonexistent top. So far, she hadn’t picked up on his presence, and he was
hoping to keep it that way for the time being. He’d spent several nights
not seeking her out, hoping to dissuade the disturbing feelings that he
seemed to be developing for the young girl.
He had convinced himself that she was just a worthy opponent. He was
willing to live with that explanation as long as they didn’t have another
night of sexual tension running rampant.
Buffy happily made it into the Bronze, waving at Willow and Xander as she
made her way through the crowd.
“Hi, guys!” Buffy yelled over the music.
“Hey, Buffster, what’s up?” Xander replied. Buffy was relieved that he
seemed to have gotten over their disagreement earlier in the week. He’d
been distant to Buffy since that day, and she was hoping that things wouldn’t
stay so strained between the two of them.
“No vamps tonight?” Willow asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Nope, but I’m looking forward to some wonderful post-Bronze slayage time,”
Buffy said with a smile.
“Hi.”
Buffy turned around and smiled at the man behind her. “Hi,
yourself,” she replied, giving him a flirty smile.
“I’m Tom, I’m a senior at UCSunnydale,” he said, holding out his hand.
Buffy shook his hand. “I’m Buffy, and I’m a junior at Sunnydale High,” she
said with a laugh as she shook his hand.
“High school, huh?” he replied, trying to make small talk. “That’s a drag.”
“It’s not so bad,” Buffy replied with a shrug.
“Would you…like to dance?” he asked with a shy quality that he knew girls
found endearing.
Buffy glanced at her friends. Xander was busy shooting Tom death glares
while Willow was nodding at Buffy encouragingly. “Sure,” Buffy answered
with a nod.
* * * * *
Spike watched from the balcony, feeling his demon flash to the surface as
the Slayer openly flirted with some ponce. He didn’t even want to think
about the jealous feelings that were coursing through him. He simply
focused on the sudden need to feel the man’s life slip away from him…or the
Slayer’s.
* * * * *
Buffy laughed with Tom as they finished a second dance. She didn’t feel the
fire that she’d felt when Spike was dancing with her, but she attributed
that to the fact that subconsciously his undead status was setting off her
radar, giving her the tingly feelings she’d felt.
“Listen, there’s a party at my house tomorrow night…would you care to go with
me?” Tom asked.
“Your house?”
“Yeah, I’m in a fraternity. The Zeta Kappa’s. It’s our annual…well, it’s
our annual ‘It’s The Weekend, Let’s Throw A Party’ party.”
Buffy laughed at the description before nodding her acceptance. “I’d love
to go.”
“Great, do you want me to pick you up or-“
“No, that’s okay,” Buffy replied, shaking her head. “I can walk.”
“In this town? After dark? That’s too dangerous, Buffy, I’ll just pick you
up.”
“No, really, it’s-“
“I insist.”
Buffy finally relented, giving him her address and arranging a time to pick
her up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tom said with a smile, giving her a kiss on the
cheek before leaving the club.
Buffy was practically beaming as she walked back to the table. Not because
of the man she’d made a date with, but because of the fact that she had
actually made a date. She was doing something that a normal girl her age
was supposed to do.
* * * * *
Spike paced restlessly through the alley next to the Bronze. He didn’t know
why seeing the Slayer so happy was bothering him so much. It didn’t take
him long to track down the Gap Ad and break his neck, but even that didn’t
satisfy his thirst for violence. Something was definitely wrong.
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