Sweet Surrender - Chapter 1

Spike ordered his second beer of the evening, leaning against the bar as the guy poured his pint he patiently held a ten dollar bill between his index and middle finger, waiting for the bartender to take it. Placing the drink down in front of him the guy placed the change into Spikes hand and watched as he balled it up in his fist and shoved it into his jeans pocket.

Grabbing hold of the glass Spike cast a glance across the room, it was a warm night at the end of an unseasonably hot Saturday and the masses were out to party. Pulling his pint off the bar Spike sauntered across the room and took the steps two at a time as he headed up onto the balcony where he leant against the railings and surveyed the crowd below him.

The music was heavy with beat as the people beneath him danced, there was barely enough room between them to move as more and more piled onto the floor. They hopped and bounced in unison like a sea of people, all being moved by the same turbulent tide. Letting his eyes slip shut Spike took a deep breath and sighed out. All the heat, sweat and blood in the room was overwhelming. It had been too long since he'd had a taste of human blood and it wasn't like he could forget it, the warmth as it ran into his veins, tasting sweet like honey, ambrosia. Swigging his beer he hoped it would dull his senses, even if it only took the edge off them he'd be happier, it was all too much for him to bear right now.

He'd spent the day looking back on a century of doing anything he pleased and eating anyone he wanted and it had got Spike thinking. Life was bad and very cruel.

Other than the gem he realised that something else had pulled him back to Sunnydale, something blonde and frustratingly invincible. Ignoring the growling of his stomach he knit his brows tight as he thought over his current situation, chipped and spending his days having nightmares about the Slayer changing that mind of hers and trying to stake him good and proper. Trouble is nightmares always gave way to dreams and it was the dreams that scared him, usually it was him trying to stake her with his pointy wood. He blamed the witch, polluting his mind to the Slayer, making him kiss her, touch her and want her. Even now those emotions lingered every time he saw her and he suspected they lingered in her too, judging by how she'd developed a habit of lashing out at him.

Taking another swig of his beer he placed it on the table near him and fished a cigarette out of his pocket. As he lit it up and blew smoke out over the edge of the balcony something inside him, in his blood, pulled. He didn't have to look hard to find her, there she was in all her glory, the Slayer.

Watching as she bounced onto the dance floor with her friends he heaved another sigh. She was laughing as she raised her arms and wriggled her hips. Spike growled low and hungry as she tilted her head to one side, exposing the long curve of her soft creamy neck to him. He swore that she'd looked directly at him.

She looked so different down there, older now than when he remembered first seeing her. She'd been dancing much like she was now, her hair had been down and bouncing as her cherub like cheeks glowed from the heat generated by her mischievous wriggling. Raising a brow he tried to pin point the differences in her, the pressure of slaying and averting apocalypses had worn her down until she appeared to be a completely different girl before him now. She was more fiery and passionate, older and wiser in the ways of the world, no sign of innocence adorned her face these days, her pretty peppy teenager look had evaporated leaving nothing but pure woman. Spike could sense every minute change in her, she was slimmer, more toned and he could swear that she was stronger, if it were possible for a Slayer to get stronger.

Picking up his drink again he leant and watched her closer, every dip of her hips and sway of her hands was memorised. Spike didn't understand how she did it, how she managed to pull him to her, why she did it. He'd told himself a million times it was the Slayer in her, luring him to her every beck and call but he hadn't convinced himself. It was more than Slayer blood, she was powerful, she was graceful but most of all she was beautiful. Spike choked on the thought and this time she really did look up at him. Her body glistening with sweat as she turned and looked up at him on the balcony, hips still wriggling as their eyes met.

Spikes lips parted and he found himself breathing in time with her heartbeat as it pounded out to him across the room, eyes fixed on hers as she danced below him, teasing him with her body and her beauty. As Buffy half smiled up at him he felt something sickeningly soft inside him, he felt almost warm as her shiny red lips broadened into a wider true Buffy smile. While she was smiling at him his grip was becoming increasingly tighter around the glass in his right hand and as Buffy ran her hands down her sides, eyes never leaving his as her mouth opened softly, it shattered and rained glass down on the crowd below him.

Spike opened his hand and frowned at the mixture of blood and glass contained there. Looking down at Buffy she was motionless, hand pressed firmly against her mouth and eyes echoing disbelief over what just happened. Spike growled as he pushed off the railings and headed down the stairs, eyes firmly fixed on the exit as he pushed his way through the crowd causing the chip to trigger. Perfect end to a perfect evening.

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