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Chapter 8


Buffy and Willow laughed as they walked into the Bronze on Halloween,
searching for Xander in the crowd. Finally spotting him, they waved as they
crossed the club.

“Come on, Wills, just take off the sheet.”

“It’s not a sheet- I’m a ghost.”

“And you looked awesome the way you were,” Buffy said with a soft smile. “I
think Xander would notice it, too.”

“Whoa, Buffy!” Xander exclaimed, his eyes widening as the girls approached.
“Looking good.”

“Thanks, you do, too, Xand,” Buffy replied with a smile, appraising his army-man costume while shooting obvious glances at Willow.

“And Wills…nice sheet.”

“I’m a ghost,” Willow said, stomping her foot.

“I think she looks good.”

Everyone turned at the voice, and Buffy smiled and gave Ford a hug. “Zorro,
huh?” she said with a smile as Ford drew the sword and swiped it through the
air, striking a pose.

The girls laughed while Xander glared at the other man.

“I thought you would be leaving,” Buffy said, looking at Ford.

“I actually came to say good-bye,” Ford replied. “I thought I’d have some fun dressing up.”

Buffy quickly enveloped him in another hug. “Make sure you call me,” she said in a serious tone.

“I will, Summers,” Ford replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Buffy gave him a smile, trying to fight back tears as she pasted a smile on her face. “Well,”
she began, her voice filled with false enthusiasm. “I’m parched, I’ll be back.”

* * * * *

Spike stared at her from across the dance floor as she sauntered up to the
bar, swaying her hips beneath the short skirt. He’d grown painfully hard
when she’d walked into the club, and it hadn’t diminished in the amount of
time he’d been trying to make it go away. He stared at her lithe body,
barely concealed beneath the tight shirt. Her black bra was clearly visible
beneath the button-down shirt that remained unbuttoned and tied above her
navel. The tiny sweater that was over her shirt was barely large enough to
fit her, much less conceal anything from the numerous prying eyes that were
roaming her body, Spike’s included. The outfit was topped off with knee
socks, Mary Janes, and braided pigtails, portraying what Spike considered
to be the perfect Catholic school girl.

He had to smile at the advances she was receiving from the males of the club, only to brush them all off and order her drink, although he hadn’t been happy to see her friend kiss her on the cheek.

Spike made his way across the floor, coming to stand directly behind her,
biting his lip as he admired the view that was provided from being so close
to her. He saw her shoulders tense when she realized he was behind her and
found himself wondering if she thought it was a random vampire or if she was
tuned into knowing when it was distinctly him.

Spike took a step forward, letting a finger trail along her exposed midriff
as he leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Love the outfit, Slayer. You
should wear it more often.”

Buffy turned around, ready with a quick retort, but it just as quickly died
as she stared at him. The duster and all black ensemble was gone. In its
place was a pair of very tight blue jeans and a black leather vest covered in
safety pins, leaving his muscular arms and chest open to her view.

Buffy felt her mouth go dry as she took in his spiked hair and the dark
outlines around his eyes, making them appear an even deeper shade of blue than usual.

“I could say the same,” she replied with a smirk, deciding she wouldn’t mind
playing this game as she leaned against the bar, giving him a good look at
her body.

Spike smiled at her flirty behavior, enjoying the view he was giving her and
witnessing the jealous stares that other men were sending their way.

“I thought creatures of the undead variety took the night off on Halloween.”

“Most do,” Spike replied with a raised eyebrow. “But most don’t get to see
you in this getup either.”

Buffy gave him a coy smile, turning to accept her drink from the bartender
before facing Spike again with a smirk. “Be good tonight. It’s my night
off, too, and I wouldn’t want to have to come find you just because you get
hungry.”

“Maybe you could give me a little taste,” Spike said with his own smirk.
“Slayer’s blood would fill me up for days.”

Buffy gave him a patented look as she turned to walk away. “In your dreams, bleach
boy,” she called over her shoulder.

Spike admired her as she walked back to her friends, chuckling to himself. ‘She should
have nights off more often if that’s the result,’ he thought with a grin as
he ordered a shot from the bartender.

* * * * *

Buffy tried to keep an eye on Spike, but he was frequently disappearing on
her. Ford, Xander, and Willow were having fun discussing something. The
topic of which, Buffy didn’t have a clue. She excused herself, wanting to
check on the vampire. It was her night off, but her duty was pretty clear,
and if Spike was snacking tonight, she would have to do something about it.

Buffy was surprised when she looked out on the dance floor and saw him
wrapped in the arms of a redheaded woman Buffy had never seen before. A
streak of jealousy shot through her, surprising her at the feeling of seeing
him dancing with someone was causing her. Albeit, dancing rather intimately.

“Care to dance?”

Buffy turned at the sound of the voice, smiling when she saw Cameron Walker
beside her. “I’d love to,” she said with more conviction than she felt.

Cameron immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling Buffy much closer
than she felt comfortable with. At least until she looked up and saw the
jealousy flare in Spike’s eyes as he watched her.

Buffy decided two could play at this game as she pressed herself against
Cameron, moving seductively with him as the music played.

Spike clenched his jaw, restraining himself from walking over and breaking
the boy’s neck. He knew it would cause more attention than he was willing
to bring to himself tonight. He also knew that the Slayer would never let
him get away with it, but it was still enraging to him as she swayed her hips to the
music, pressing her body against the other boy. Spike was completely
ignoring the advances of the woman in his arms as he watched Buffy bite her
lip in faux shyness as she batted her eyelashes.

Spike was far beyond the point where he’d had enough. He was outraged. As
far as he was concerned, she was his Slayer. He didn’t even stop to ponder
that thought as he pushed the woman away, stalking across the dance floor
and grabbing Buffy’s arm. “You’re leaving,” he growled as Buffy smiled at
him.

“Is this guy bothering you?” Cameron asked her.

Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy, letting her know what would happen to the
boy. “No,” Buffy replied, maintaining eye contact with Spike as she shook
her head. “I’m fine. Thanks for the dance, Cameron.”

Buffy motioned to her friends that she was alright as she was practically
dragged out of the club. Spike angrily pulled her into the alley, rounding
the corner into a secluded alley and pushing her against the bricks.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Buffy asked, narrowing her eyes.

Spike didn’t answer, his lips crashing down on hers in a vicious kiss, each
battling for dominance as his body pushed her into the side of the building. Spike’s
tongue slipped into her mouth, battling with hers as his hands wandered down
her body, settling on her hips before boosting her up and wrapping her legs
around his waist.

Buffy moaned into his mouth as the kiss grew more passionate, the brutality
turning to need as Spike pushed against her. Buffy pushed back with equal
strength, gasping at the feel of his body against hers.

It was all Spike could do to keep his demon in check. Now wasn’t the time
for it to come out and play. Buffy’s hands slid up his body to fist in his
hair as her mouth broke away from his, her body arching against him.

Spike’s lips kissed along her jaw-line before sliding down her throat.
Buffy tensed when she realized how dangerous this was. He could easily kill
her at any moment, and she was practically begging for him to bite her.

Straightening her legs, Spike gave her a confused look as he dropped her to
the ground, watching her chest heaving as their eyes clashed.

Spike raised an eyebrow at her as Buffy began to back away before grabbing
her arm and throwing her into the brick wall, pinning her in on either side.
Buffy felt a brief sense of fear but quickly squashed it down as she
looked into his stormy eyes. “I know you felt it,” Spike said in a low
tone. “You can’t deny there’s something between us.”

“There is,” Buffy agreed before pushing him away. “I’m just not sure if I
want to know what it is.”





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