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Buffy walked back into the club. The house lights had been turned up and the place glowed with light like a burning white star banishing all the shadows the club was famous for. She could clearly see her blood, nearly black against the floor as well as the blood she had spilt and her rage swarmed through her like a thousand stinging wasps. It was like her body had been violated and it wasn't because the bullet had ripped into her flesh. Her essence was contained in every single thing in this building. Every brick and every plank of wood had drunk her in like a sponge and despite what Angel thought, it had been a place of innocence. She had never been innocent, but until tonight this place had been.

The River Styx was a refuge for those created out of darkness and for those wanting to get their first taste of it. It was a place where you didn’t have to hide away from a world that proclaimed you equal with one hand and slapped at you with the other for being a freak. Everyone was welcome and no one ever left feeling disappointed. The drinks were cold and the action was always hot. You could watch the bodies writhing and grinding on the dance floor or you could step out of the shadows and join them.

Inside the heavy wooden doors was a world entirely different from the world outside and it had been a world of peace. There had been minor skirmishes through the years, a shove here and angry word there but what had happened to night was just the opening salvo to the full out war that was brewing on some distant horizon.

Her father had taken back his name, she was Buffy Giles not Buffy Summers, but his past was always a part of her future. And just like her own past, it was bloody. “Thanks Hank,” She muttered tearing her eyes away from the blood that had desecrated her last refuge of normalcy.

She saw Spike, leaning next to the bar chattering on his cell, impatient with whoever was on the other end and she couldn’t help but smile. Meeting Spike had been about the only thing that had kept this night from being a complete and utter waste. Angel, she had discovered wasn’t fond of anything not being on his terms so he would be back for another game of make Buffy realize what a fool she was. The unknown demon who had sent her attacker would be back, because bad guys have one track minds of doom and destruction. But Spike…she watched the play of his muscles beneath his duster for a moment as he gestured impatiently. Well something told her he was anything but a waste of time.

“Damn it Gunn, I told you the girl is picking up the tab. She ain’t keen on letting Har’tuh help her out but we’re still getting paid. It‘s my hide in the line of fire so what in the hell makes you think you have the right to ride me over this?” Spike asked him angrily absently rubbing his fingers over the bullet still embedded in his flesh..

“I’m your business partner, the door doesn’t just say Gunn and Spike Investigations because it sounds pretty. Har’tuh was seriously pissed when I called him and when the news broke about what went down he called and ate my ass about taking his money only to drop the deal seconds before we would have actually earned it. He wants to sue our ass, some shit about endangering his daughter by leaving the case before he could find a replacement.” Gunn shot back his own anger at the boiling point.

“The girl took out the demon herself, with only a minor assist from me. You’re the lawyer Charlie, so use that and the fact she hired me to prove we’re not negligent or whatever horseshit Har’tuh tries to lay at our door. Then when that’s over with, transmit the files to my cell so I can do the damn job.”

“Listen I’m the brains of this company and something tells me your brains not on the beasties but the beauty. I’ve seen her pic, she’s a fine looking woman but that doesn‘t change the facts. Her daddy happens to be an overprotective Fallen One with enough clout and power to bury us if you fuck this up by fucking her!”

“Gunn, it’s nothing but business.” He lied easily aware that she had walked up to stand beside him. He held up his hand to let her know it would be a moment or two longer.

Without a word she took the cell phone and clicked it off. When he glared at her, she gave him a slow smile. “I’m not in the mood to talk and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Since all of the blood in his body headed south of his waist band, he found it remarkably hard to be pissed off about his interrupted conversation with Gunn. “Why didn’t you just say so pet?”

She grabbed the front of his jacket and jerked him closer to her. “I just did. So are you coming or not?”

“I’m not your plaything luv.” He told her, fascinated by the curve of her lip. “We might be doing things your way but that doesn’t mean you have me on a leash.”

She thought about all the things she wanted to do to his tight, toned body and then gave him a look hot enough that it could melt steel. “I don‘t let any man tie me down but if it makes you feel better you can tie me up. We‘re both our own masters Spike, but tonight I‘m not looking to play peasant to your prince.”

“You might change your mind about that, luv.” He said while all of his nerve endings sizzled and snapped at her words.

“Well see who begs first.” She warned him before stealing a brief kiss. She traced her hands down the lines of his chest. “Once I have you naked beneath me, I’m going to lick my down each and everyone of these lines. When I finally make my way down to your cock it’s going to think it’s been crowned king after I’ve worshiped it with my mouth.”

CRACK…shhhuuruur...fiszzezsz, they both turned back to look at the bar as the sound reminded them they weren’t exactly alone. Sheepishly Xander looked down at the broken bottle that he had accidentally shattered in his hands at her words. Unable to meet her eyes he watched the pale amber wine spilling down to the floor, before mumbling his apology. “Sorry boss.”

Hearing the desire in Xander’s voice, she couldn’t help but send Spike a triumphant look. “That was just a preview, so you wanna get out of here and catch the real thing?”

Instead of answering, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. “Your place or my hotel room?”

She headed to the door and called back over her shoulder. “My place, I don’t have any neighbors to worry about.”





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