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Cocktail
Chapter 15
Buffy smiled as she leaned over to smell the roses. “I can’t believe Angel decided to apologize to me already.”
Dawn looked at her sister in shock, her jaw dropping to the floor. ‘How can she think that Angel sent these?’
“Well, screw him. It was great while it lasted, but it’s so over. That asshole,” Buffy insulted Angel, taking the roses out of the vase and throwing them into the trash can. “He can’t just buy my love. I-I don’t think there was any there to begin with.
Dawn looked from the roses in the trash can to her sister, and back, not knowing what to say. To say she was surprised when Buffy finally admitted that she never felt love for Angel, would be the understatement of the year. “Buffy,” Dawn said, shaking her head to come out of her stare-fest.
“And I mean- he lied to me all those times. You think he would do something better than roses,” Buffy kept rambling, more to herself than Dawn.
“Buffy!” Dawn shouted to get her attention.
“What?” Buffy asked, her cheeks going red. “Did I just say that all out loud?”
Dawn nodded. “Yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is that those roses aren’t from Angel.
“Oh my gosh! Dawn I’m so sorry. I didn’t know! They must be yours!” Buffy quickly apologized, hugging her sister.
“Buffy,” Dawn mumbled, her voice hushed by Buffy’s shoulder. “They are yours. They just aren’t from Angel.”
“Oh,” Buffy muttered, pulling back but still holding onto Dawn’s shoulders as she looked at her with a curious gaze. “Then who are they from?”
“Acertainperoxideblonde,” Dawn muttered with a speed that only a teenager could pull off. She didn’t exactly want to mention his name to Buffy.
“What?”
“A certain peroxide blonde,” Dawn repeated, a little slower this time.
“Oh,” Buffy muttered. “Wait, Spike?!”
“How many peroxide blondes do you know?” Dawn asked her grinning.
Buffy smiled back, but only briefly before the smile quickly fell from her face. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” She shrieked, rushing to the trash can to pick out the roses and place them back in the vase.
Dawn smirked. “Yeah, you don’t like him do you?” Not waiting for an answer, she turned to get back to her Saturday morning cartoons, and left Buffy to gathering the roses and placing them back in the vase.
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Around 8:00 PM, Buffy decided enough was enough. She spent the whole day on her feet, getting everything done on her to-do list, and even doing some things twice. The groceries were bought for the week, she ran a few errands that she needed to, she even cleaned the house- vacuuming and dusting. Twice. She’d done Dawn’s chores for goodness sakes!
Now, she’d had it. Dawn was upstairs listening to music or gossiping on the phone, and there wasn’t anything on TV. Everything she saw reminded her of Spike. The cigarette commercial- hey Spike smokes, and he makes it look sexy too. Boxing- oh Spike sure made it look sexy when he hit Angel. Letting out a frustrated growl, Buffy hastily grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. Running her fingers through her hair like she was going to pull it out, Buffy got up off the couch and stormed up the steps. Reaching Dawn’s room, she banged on the door.
”Dawn get dressed, we’re going to the Bronze.”
A pair of feet was heard pounding to the door. Opening it quickly to stop the banging, Dawn looked at Buffy. “Why?”
“Because I need to confront that certain peroxide blonde we were talking about earlier,” Buffy responded. Not saying anything else or waiting for an answer, Buffy turned and went to her room across the hall to get ready, shutting the door behind her.
Dawn just smirked, taking off her sweatshirt to reveal a blue sequined halter top that went perfectly with her already on black jeans and make-up. She went to the closet to get her black heels, before slipping them on and smirking. “It’s about damn time.”
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At 8:30 PM the Summers sisters walked through the doors of the Bronze. Buffy of course, threw on the first thing she saw- or so she thought. Subconsciously, she was dressing for Spike. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and a red halter-top, that showed the curves of her breasts, left her midriff bare, and was practically backless. She was wearing black knee high boots, and her hair was straight, with her makeup light.
Girls on missions, they headed straight to the bar, not even checking to see who was there or what band was up on stage. As they approached the crowded bar and the smell of alcohol reached their senses, Buffy frowned when she saw that it was Gunn and Doyle working behind the counter tonight.
Pushing her way through the people, Buffy signaled to Gunn when she approached the bar.
“Hey Buffy. What are you doing here?” Gunn asked, filling orders as he talked to her, and nodding his head in greeting to Dawn.
“Hey Gunn, I was just looking for Spike,” Buffy informed him, trying to act nonchalant.
Gunn immediately caught on. “Don’t you remember? He got fired Buffy.”
“I know, but I thought he was going to try to get his job back,” Buffy said, confused.
“Nah, he said screw it,” Gunn told her.
“So he went to work up at Bilivard?”
“Nope.”
“So where’s he working?”
“Here.”
“But you just said-.”
Buffy was cut off by a tugging on her arm. Whipping her head around, ready to yell at the guy that interrupted her, she almost forgot her sister was with her. “What?” Buffy asked with an apologetic smile when she realized it was Dawn.
“I figured out where he’s working,” She answered, looking past Buffy at Gunn who just shrugged.
“Yeah, Gunn just told us. Here. But I don’t get where. He also said he doesn’t work at the bar,” Buffy repeated to Dawn what they both just heard.
Dawn rolled her eyes at how her sister sometimes fills the California blonde stereotype. “Buffy look at the stage.”
Buffy raised her eyes from Dawn’s to look past her head toward the bright stage, where she heard someone singing. Letting her eyes adjust from the dark atmosphere around her to the bright spotlights on the stage, Buffy gasped when she saw who was on stage, sitting on a stool and holding a microphone, bathed in the spotlight. Blinking twice and shaking her head to try to stop imagining things, Buffy’s eyes widened when she realized that it really was Spike on stage singing. Not just singing, but as her eyes adjusted more, she realized his blue eyes were staring right into her emerald ones. Trying to shake off her stupor, she let the lyrics and music make their way to her ears.
--- Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistence
The tension is here
Between who you are and you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here---
Buffy had tears in her eyes when the song finished. He knew her fears, he knew her weakness, he knew her better than she knew herself and it scared her. He could see right into her soul with one glance at her, and it frightened her. It terrified her. He’s leaving the ball in her court, and giving her the power. How can someone so rebellious and so dangerous, be the best thing that’s ever happened to her. How can someone who she met so recently, know her like he created her. Her thoughts vanished when he broke their eye contact, got off the stool he was sitting on, and made his way off the stage.
Buffy quickly wiped away her tears, expecting him to come to her. Surprising both her and Dawn, Spike didn’t. He went straight out the exit doors into the back alley, not even shooting another glance her way.
Finally, Buffy broke down in tears. “Oh god Dawn,” She sobbed, tears falling rapidly down her face. “What have I done?” Dawn felt tears spring into her eyes as her sister sobbed. Embracing her sister, she held her as she shook with the force of the sobs overtaking her, not knowing what to say, but hoping that her presence was enough for now, even though deep down she knew that she wasn’t the person her sister needed the most.
TBC!
A/N: Even though I’m writing this on my own now, I’m taking it the same way we planned and it still has some of her style and ideas, so I still want to give spikezbaybeegurl some credit. The song in this chapter was “I Dare You To Move” by Switchfoot. There’s not too many chapters left, so leave a review. :) Stop by the livejournal as well- www.livejournal.com/users/foreversenough !
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