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Part 2
Cut to outside the copper beach. The music can be heard from outside. The three walked into the pub turned club, bobbing their heads. Spike walked in the middle of the two Slayers, feeling more than a little nervous. What if Buffy and Faith had planned something. He certainly wouldn't put it past her. He took a gulp, and straightened his duster, before stepping across the threshold. A girl had invited him in last night, so no problems there.
He took a brief glance at Buffy. She looked amazing, in a red strapped top, with a silver chinese dragon motif on the front, and a black skirt with crimson flowers. She'd done some sort of weird french pleat with her hair, which looked good. She was deffinitely looking hot.
He glanced the other way, at Faith, wearing a skin-tight white T-shirt with small flowers, cut just above the navel. Her hipsters were crushed velvet, and a kind of bluey-purple colour. Her hair was just loose. They kind of showed his casual black jeans and T-shirt up. Though, he didn't know anyone with an identical leather jacket!
Inside, it was pretty simple. There was a bar, a bench and a dance floor. There were no live bands, like in Sunnydale, but the recorded music was pretty good. Spike made sure they walked straight to the bar. He had a feeling he was going to need a drink. He only had time for one, though, before Faith patted Buffy on the arm, and pointed to a couple leaving. The guy was obviously back-dated in his fashion wear. Faith pulled a stake from a pocket in her hipsters, and Buffy from her bag.
Faith rushed out, but Buffy, having to put her head right up to his ear to be heard over the music, said "We won't be a moment. I think he's on his own. Stay here. I'll be right back." And with that, she was off. Spike took another gulp of his bitter, the only brittish beer you could get in America, and thought 'Bugger this for a game of monkeys, I want some fun!', and followed after them.
The girl was pinned against the wall, with a hand over her mouth, and the guy had changed into his true face. He lent forward, just in time for a punch from Faith. "Run, now!" she told the girl, and went forward after the vampire, who had staggered a few steps after the blow. Buffy was soon on the other side of the vampire. They had done this routine a million times. But the vampire still smiled, and said, "I'm not on my own, you know!"
"I don't see anyone else, d'you?" Faith retorted, but the pair still searched the shadows, wary of any movement.
Buffy was the first to rush at the vampire, springing into a flying kick, which hit square in the jaw. Vampy went down! Faith was quick to follow with another punch, and a stake through the heart.
"That was quick," Buffy said, "Too quick!"
She wasn't dissapointed. Another three jumped from the shadows. Faith took on one, Buffy was left with the other two. She knocked the first unconcious with a pair of roundhouses. The other was more difficult to fase. It was a long series of punches and kicks, while Buffy wondered what had happened to the other one. Finally, she got the opening she needed, and slammed the stake home, in sync with Faith. She took a moment to get her breath back, and was foolish to let her guard down. Faith called out, but it was too late. The other vampire was up, and rushing Buffy for all he was worth. Buffy didn't have time even to look, before something hit her from the other direction, and lay ontop of her, while the other vampire, rushed into a wall, thanks to his own momentum, and Faith rammed the stake home.
Buffy lifted her face, slightly grazed by the tarmac, and looked up to find Spike lying ontop of her, his face, his eyes, his lips only inches from her own. "Thanks." She whispered, her head automatically making its gentle way toward his.
Spike wasn't just gonna do this the romantic way. If he was going to kiss her, he might aswell get a move on, before the other one decided to make an entrance again. He whipped a hand behind her head, and passionately brought the two together, connecting in a kiss.
Buffy was used to the cold, she had kissed Angel so often. But this wasn't Angel, she told herself, this a a vampire - a demon - and if there's going to be anything, she'd better hurry, before anyone else finds out, and splits them up.
Spike broke off, and got up, helping her up as he went. There was a small tear in the hemn of her skirt, but nothing that wouldn't stop her having a good evening!
Faith was already surrounded by guys. She girated her body on the dance floor, having the time of her life, while she and Spike had a couple of pints, in silence, each trying to figure out what the hell was going to happen.
The music turned to a slow beat,a nd the lights dimmed. Faith was taken into the arms of her favourite follower, and they danced slowly together. Spike finished his pint and got up. "Dance?"&bsp; He asked, a nervous smile on his face, or as nervous as he could get. She got up, leaving half a glass on the bar. She didn't much care for beer, anyway. They both walked over to a quiet area of the floor. He put his arms around her waste, and she followed his lead, draping her arms over his shoulders. Figuring she probably wouldn't last long if she looked directly at him, she rested her head on his chest. It didn't rise and fall, like a mortal's would, as he didn't need to breathe, and it was as cold and lifeless as the rest of him, but it felt right. He was more muscular than he looked, and his muscles were tense. But then, hers probably were too.
Finally she looked up at him. Only then did she realise, that he had been staring at her all the time, a vacant smile on his face. That kind of unnerved her. "You know," She said, finally, "You're gonna need to bleach your hair again soon. Your roots are starting to show."
He felt one of her hands move, a fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. They ruffled it slightly, but it felt good, almost sending a shiver down his spine. He tried to look like he wasn't fazed, but he knew Buffy knew him too well. "Are you kidding?" he replied, "I'm a natural blonde!"
"No, you aren't. I can see. You've got dark brown hair. It shows right round the hair line!" The other hand came round, and a fingernail traced the spots she was talking about.
"And you're a natural blonde, I suppose?" He swayed gently to the music. The hand that had traced his hair line drapped to the side of his face.
"Of course!" She looked faintly suprised at the question. She'd had brown highlights a while back, but, it was true, she was natural.
Spike put on that evil grin, that always made her suspicious. "Prove it!" He demanded, watching her jaw drop, with a look of satisfaction. He gently brought his hands in a bit, so they weren't clasped behind her. He placed them on her waste. Then reached his right arm towards her spine, and stroked it up and down her back, like he used to do to Dru. Her hand was still in his hair, dropping down to his neck. She pressed his head closer to hers. He could feel her gentle breath on his cheek. She was doing that funny little half smile thing, that had trapped so many men before him. Her mouth, soft as silk, was too close. He got ready for the kiss, half closing his eyes. Then Buffy stopped the advance. "Tempted?" She asked, and started grinning.
The song had finished, the moment was over, and she wasn't sorry she stopped it. It was worth it just to see his face. She'd missed out on a kiss, with someone she now knew was an amazing kisser, but there would be more chances. Of that, she was certain.
A latino style song started playing, and Buffy made like she was going to head back to the bar. "Oh no, you don't!" Spike said under his breath, and grabbed for Buffy's right hand. He pulled gently, spinning her into his arms. He let go at the last minute, and caught her again, when she faced him. Taking her right hand in his left, and placing his right arm loosely around her, just above the butt, he started a dance he hadn't done since he and Dru had been to Portugal. "Now, Slayer, my turn!" He said, pulling his right arm tighter around her, jerking her waste to his. Her fingers laced into his, as she stared, smiling into his eyes.
He danced her over to one of the vases with flowers, for display. He let go, turning her with one hand, while the other shot out and grabbed a red rose. Placing it between his teeth, he danced her back over to the middle of the floor. Laughing, she asked, "Don't you get thorns in your mouth?"
"Believe it or not," He said, trying to talk around the rose, "It's a bit hard talking with this thing in your mouth. But I think it's one of those thornless ones."
"Allow me!" Buffy leaned in, like she was going to kiss him, and took the rose from his teeth.
"I think it goes with the skirt!" He said, looking over the girl in his arms, as the music finished. He took the rose gently from her lips, and replaced it with a kiss.
Buffy regretfully pulled away, saying, "Please, just no more dancing. I think we should find Faith. We ought to be getting back!"
She took him by the wrist, and started out for the edge of the room, where she would get a good vantage point. She saw Faith, stading near to the door, looking for Buffy on the dance floor. They both edged their way round to her, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey, girlfriend! Time we were going?" Faith grabbed her jacket from the hook she'd put it on. Spike and Buffy did likeiwse, and made their way out he door.
It was darker, now, outside. The street lamp above them wasn't working. Of course, Spike could see just fine, he had nightvision. It took the girls a while to get their barings. And it was in that moment, that they were attacked.
A gang of maybe ten or fifteen vampires, none of them had time to count, sprang from shadows and alleys, and straight at them. Spike and Faith had two each, but all the others went for Buffy. It was obviously her that they were after. Spike slipped into his game face. He didn't have a stake, or anything else of that kind to fend them off, but he was having fun beating them up. Faith had dusted both of hers, and Spike had knocked his unconcious. They turned to look at Buffy, then wishing they hadn't.
Buffy lay unconcious on the floor, blood at her neck. Her vampires had scarpered, but still caused damage. Faith sank to her knees next to buffy, cradling her head. Then she looked up at Spike. "What are we going to do. I think she's dead."
Spike only gave it a second's consideration. There was only one thing he could do. But she would never forgive him for it. "There's only one thing I can do."
He slipped into his true face, and lent down to Buffy's wound. He licked it gently, as Faith stared on, wide-eyed. He used one of his fangs to cut his own finger, and put it in her mouth, squeazing the blood onto her tongue. Then waited, hoping the others hadn't taken too much blood for her to come back.
"So, you're a vampire, too. When will she ever learn? Are you like Angel?"
He shot his head up to look at her, hearing the name of his sire. "I'm nothing like Angel. I'm a real vampire. Not some sorry-for-himself layabout. I'm a demon, pet. But please, wait till we see if your friend comes round before you try and kill me. She going to need some help. It'll be a bit of a shock for her."
Buffy's eyes shot open, and she looked up at Spike. Her normal, human face slowly morphed into that of a vampire. She closed her eyes in pain as she attempted sitting up, but Spike pushed her back to the ground again. "Spike?" Faith turned slightly, not being able to look at her friend in this condition. "Faith, what's wrong? Why do I feel different?"
Faith turned sharply and glared at Spike. "Well I sure as hell ain't gonna tell her. I had nothing to do with this decision!"
"What decision? Tell me what?" She tried again to sit up, this time with a little more success, but the ground around her twirled.
"Buffy, how much do you remember?" Spike asked slowly, knowing he should take this matter with full caution.
"I don't know. I was fighting, and you two were fighting and...Oh god. One of the vampires bit me. Am I dead?" She looked worriedly at Spike. She almost knew what was coming, but tried to fool herself all the same.
"In a way, yeah. You may notice the lack of breathing or a heartbeat. Buffy, you're a vampire, pet." There was no other way to say it. There was no easy way for anyone to find this out, let alone a slayer. As far as he'd known, a Slayer had never been made a vampire before. He wondered how this would come about. If he'd be alive to see it come about.
"No. I can't be!" Her hands reached out to gently touch her face. The skin was rough, and jutted out in weird places. She pulled back a sob. Crying wouldn't help now.
"Pet, I had to. I couldn't just let you die!" Buffy pulled away from him, sharply, and looked into her eyes. Hers had turned a ferile yellow.
"Wait, you did this to me? But, it wasn't you that bit me. At least, I don't think it was." She decideed, after Spike's long thinking, it was time for a rational explination. "Faith, what the hell has happened to me?!"
Faith owed her friend the truth. That was exactly what she gave her, and Buffy looked better for it. As better as she could, with her face contorted in that whacky way.
"So, what do we do now?" Buffy asked. She had long since made her way back into Spike's arms. She realised that he was her sire, he was the reason she felt so aweful at this moment. She also realised that it was this, or death. Suddenly life as a vampire looked kinda rosy. She had died before, she didn't intend on another go.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm off to my room. The sun'll be up in about an hour." He rose, bringing Buffy with him. He put an arm round her waste, and they started to walk towards the hotel. Faith lagged behind a little, still in shock.
"Spike?" Buffy asked after a moment. Spike looked down at her. "What am I going to do about feeding? There's no way in hell and beyond I'm going to take a human life!"
"I've got some meals on wheels at the hotel. You can have some of that. But I suggest you change back to the old face. You'll get alot of funny looks if you keep the yellow eyes!"
She smiled, and after trying for a while, finally realised that the secret was relaxation. Trying just made you angrier. "Am I back?" She asked, holding up her face for his inspection.
"Gorgeous as ever, pet."