Remember Vienna: 1
by Veronica
She pulled him with her as she left the nightclub. Of course, this was hardly necessary, as he offered no resistance. She had him.

She kissed him, and he kissed her back, pushing her, pinning her against the wall in the dark alley. When he finally came up for air, he asked breathlessly, “What’s your name?”

“Ebony,” she replied, her British accent giving away her nationality.

“Ebony? Really?”

“It’s not my real name,” she said, leaning in to kiss his neck.

“What’s you real name?” he mumbled between moans.

She brought her lips close to his ear. “Serena,” she whispered. “But it doesn’t suit me.”

“Why not?” he asked, as she went for his neck again.

“Well, for one thing, I’ve never been very serene,” she answered, before sinking her fangs into him.

Spike walked down the street, looking forward to getting back to Drusilla. He had left her, mumbling something about butterflies, giving him the feeling she didn’t want to go out for a second time that night. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a couple making out in the darkness of an alley. Spike suddenly stopped and did a double take. They weren’t making out. But that wasn’t what had made him turn back. The girl. Despite the shadows, Spike could see her clearly. Her body, the way she stood, her hair…He recognized her.

She finished drinking, and looked up. Her eyes locked with his. For a second, they stood there, frozen, staring at each other. Then she broke the silence.

“Billy?”

“Serena?”

The body hit the ground with a thud.

Her face changed, and Spike noticed, for what was surely the millionth time, how beautiful she was.

“It’s Ebony,” she said.

“It’s Spike,” he responded automatically, entering the alley.

She stepped over the dead body, and sauntered over to him. They stopped a few inches apart from each other. She had always called him Billy, ever since he had first met her when he was 13. Of course, they hadn’t talked to each other much back then, and then she had moved away, and he had never seen her alive again. He always called her Serena. He didn’t know who exactly had given her the nickname Ebony, but he knew she had gotten it sometime after she became a vampire, and that it had to do with her black hair.

“Well, don’t you look punk,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and looking him up and down with her kohl-rimmed eyes. She took in his tight black jeans, black leather vest, padlock chain and bleached hair.

“What do you think?” Spike asked, spreading his hands in a “look at me” gesture.

Serena licked her lips. “I think you look delicious, as always.”

Spike raised his eyebrows. “I think I could say the same thing about you.” He gave her a sexy smile, the kind that made women weak in the knees.

“So, love, how have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been very, very bad,” she responded, gesturing to the body behind her. “As you can see.”

He was speechless for a moment, entranced by her. Her black hair, dark brows, and chocolate eyes contrasted sharply with her porcelain skin. It was this contrast between black and white, along with her high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and full lips that made her look so dramatic and exotic. She was British, but if Spike hadn’t known that, he would have guessed she was either Romanian or Argentine.

“How’s Drusilla?” she asked suddenly, interrupting his reverie.

“She’s all right.”

“Still insane?” To anyone else, it would have sounded like an insult, but Spike knew her. Serena seemed to like Drusilla for some reason, and got along well with her.

“Yeah.” Spike watched as Serena took a step closer. The moonlight hit her hair, bringing out a touch of natural red highlights. She was wearing black jeans, boots, and a black shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Her bony shoulders and skinny arms seemed to glow white.

“I saw you in Vienna, you know,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest. “You didn’t notice me, but I saw you and Dru in front of St. Stephen’s Cathedral.” She pursed her glossy lips, painted a dark brown, and wagged a finger at him. “Billy, you should be ashamed of yourself. Acting so naughty in front of a church.”

Ebony remembered the moment she had spotted him. Drusilla had been laughing at something he had said, and Billy had scooped her up into his arms and started planting little kisses all over her face. She had responded by running a hand through his wavy, sandy brown hair and whispering something in his ear. And then it had escalated into a full-on gropefest. Still, she remembered thinking how good they looked together. Billy in distressed leather and Drusilla in her elegant lace. The rebel and the goddess.

“You were in Vienna?” Billy said, a look of surprise coming over his face. “I noticed you…”

Spike remembered kissing Dru in front of the cathedral, and then that moment, when he had glanced up and seen a girl walking away in the distance. He had only seen her from the back, but he had thought for a second that he recognized her. Her softly curled, flowing black hair, the long strides she took in her stiletto heels, her short red dress showing off her thin, pale legs…

“You were wearing a red dress,” he said out loud. “I caught a glimpse of you, when you were leaving. I wasn’t sure if it was really you or if I was hallucinating.”

“That was me,” Serena said.

“You looked nice, love, all dressed up,” he replied.

“Thanks,” she said, coming closer and lightly caressing his face with her long, slender fingers.

And then, all of a sudden, her plump lips were on his, her tongue was in his mouth, her body was pressed against him.

Before he really had a chance to react, it was over, and she had stepped back, looking at him with a teasing look on her face, leaving him wanting more.

“Don’t worry,” she said, breaking the momentary silence. “I won’t tell Drusilla.”

“She’ll find out anyway,” Spike replied.

“Ah, yes,” she said, lightly touching her temples with her fingertips. ”The visions.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t look so worried,” Serena said soothingly. “She knows I’m not going to fuck around with you.”

“What was that kiss for, anyway?”

“I don’t know.” Serena shrugged. “I felt like it.” Noticing that Billy did not look completely satisfied with her answer, she added, “If you need a reason, we’ll say it was for the past. For the crush you had on me when we were teenagers.”

“You realize that was a couple hundred years ago.”

“That’s what makes it so poetic,” she replied. “Come on, Billy, you know you liked it.”

Spike couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, it was pretty good,” he admitted.

“Of course it was,” Serena replied, smiling back. “I don’t give shitty kisses.”

“I know.”

“Well, I have to go meet someone soon…”

“Yeah, I need to get back to Dru,” Spike replied, feeling guilty as he realized that he had left her alone for longer that he had planned to.

“You always do,” Serena replied, giving him a look that showed she was not at all impressed by his devotion.

Spike glared at her.

“Ooh, I love it when you’re evil,” she said, giving him a saucy look, and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Does it turn you on?” he growled, placing his hands on her hips.

“Always,” she replied in a low voice. She tilted her head up and licked his nose. Caught off guard, Spike burst out laughing.

Serena grinned and took his hand. “Come on, silly Billy, let’s get out of here.”

They walked out of the alley together. When they reached the sidewalk, they realized they were going in opposite direction. “Well then, I guess I’ll see you when…” Serena trailed off. “What was that thing you said in Budapest?”

“I’ll see you whenever destiny dictates I should,” Spike replied. He leaned down and gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “’Bye, darling.”

“See you later,” she replied, smiling at him.

Spike watched her walk away, thinking of how once, long ago in London, Angelus had said that Ebony would get herself dusted sooner rather than later. Darla had agreed with him. She was a good fighter, but too impulsive. She jumped in without thinking, did what she felt like, whether it was kissing or killing. And yet, Spike guessed that whether it was a year from now or a few decades from now, he would see her again. If not, they would always see each other in hell.

As he turned to go, he heard her voice call out behind him.

“Hey, Billy!”

"Yeah?" He turned around, full of anticipation at what she had to say.

She smiled. “I forgot to mention, I like what you've done with you hair. You look like Billy Idol."

Spike grinned. "Thanks," he said, curling his lip in an imitation of the sultan of sneer.

Serena laughed. "Very sexy," she said, playfully wiggling her tongue back at him.

"You like Billy Idol?"

"Mmm, yes. He has a sexy voice." The look on her face implied that there were many other things she would like to do with the rock star that went beyond listening to him sing.

"He'd fuck you in a second, I'm sure," Spike said.

"You really think so?" Serena cocked her head to one side, looking thoughtful. She smiled. "Oh, you always know what to say to make me feel special."

"Anytime, love."

She blew him a kiss, then shook her hips a little as she turned around and walked away, singing, "It's a nice day to start again..."

Spike reluctantly tore his eyes away from her retreating figure. He turned and started walking in the other direction, towards home, towards Drusilla, the distinctive opening strains of "White Wedding" running through his head. "It's a nice day to start again," he sang softly, his voice floating out into the cool night air.





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