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Chapter 6 – Follow
the Yellow
Brick Road
Ignoring the nervousness that was tearing his stomach to
shreds, Spike strode toward the elevator. He reassured himself that everything
was going to go just the way he wanted. Every detail he could think of had been
seen to since he’d left Buffy at her hotel room door two hours ago. A little
research on his laptop had yielded all the information needed to put together
an impromptu wedding.
A discreet wedding chapel in Las Vegas
was already on reserve for their arrival. And with a bit of persuasion they’d
agreed to give them the deluxe package which they usually requested twenty-four
hours notice for. It included everything from the bride’s bouquet to a keepsake
video of the ceremony. It was all very romantic but yet a bit clandestine which
made it all the more fun. If things fell
into place properly then no one needed to know what was going on until it was
over with. He trusted Xander not to say anything until Spike was ready to
release the information.
Having a friend who understood the business was always an
asset. It was partly their friendship that made Spike interesting to the
paparazzi but it was mainly his former marriage to the princess of a movie
empire that made him sought after. Of course her death was the sensation of the
year before. The fervor had never really died down because there was no
closure. Until then Spike was open game for the tabloids even for something as
lowly as buying a box of condoms in the local drug store. It only made everyone
speculate on which particular ingénue he was planning on using them with.
Stepping into the elevator, Spike held the open door button
until the porter, along with the cart holding his luggage, was in the car.
Hopefully they would safely be in Los Angeles
when the news of his sudden marriage broke. It would probably be best for Buffy
if he could take her out of the country for a month at least, but due to the
contract disputes he simply couldn’t leave. He needed to be where he could be
reached at a moments notice.
The porter remained in the elevator until Spike was already
heading down the hallway. He’d already been told to wait outside the room until
Spike called him in. Spike wasn’t sure how comfortable Buffy was going to be at
getting used to his lifestyle. It could be overwhelming at first getting used
to the circus like atmosphere that surrounded him. Sometimes he still wasn’t
used to it, but he was confident that she would not only learn but genuinely thrive.
She was a smart and gutsy woman that could handle whatever came her way. It was
one of the reasons he was so sure that she was meant to be part of his life.
“Hello, William,” Buffy said, opening the door almost
immediately after his knock. Her hand ran down the soft material of her white
blouse. She looked up at him apologetically, “The dress I wore last night was
the only white one…”
He kissed her to silence her words. The softness of her lips
tempted him to linger a moment longer so that he could taste the lusciousness
of her. His hand settled on her hip as
his lips drifted along her cheek to whisper in her ear, “Too many ears, pet.
You’re fine.” He proceeded to nuzzle the curve of her neck before stepping
back. Buffy looked confused as she stared at him for a second. To ease her
discomfort he added softly, “You’re more beautiful every time I see you.”
A blush stole across her cheeks as she stared down at her
outfit again. It was casual, jeans with a flowing white gauze top that reached
almost to her knees. She looked young, glowing, and happy. He cocked his head
for a moment as he studied her. Yes, she was effulgent. He smiled in satisfaction
at his conclusion. There were no doubts in his mind that they were at the
beginning of a great journey together.
“Buffy, everything is out of…oh, excuse me,” Tara
said, stepping out of the bathroom. She
was carrying toiletries that he assumed were Buffy’s.
“Well, well, you do seem to get around,” Spike commented,
looking the young woman over. One eyebrow rose in surprise to not only see the
maid in Buffy’s room but also in street clothes. He looked slowly between the
two women who were both wearing guilty expressions. A horrible suspicion
entered his mind. It was one that made perfect sense under the circumstances.
It filled him with confusion at the very thought. Surely he was wrong? But yet
he couldn’t stop the callousness of his next words. “It seems I may have been the brunt of a
rather nasty ruse.”
“What do you mean?” Buffy asked, putting her hand on his
arm. Her green eyes were in a tempest of concern as she searched his face. It
was as if she was worried that someone had hurt him. It only made his heart
ache with bittersweet hope.
“It almost worked, didn’t it?” Spike growled, still unable
to control the beast within him. “The two of you…”
“…are friends,” Buffy completed. She sighed in relief. “I’m
sorry, William, for not telling you. It’s a small town. Tara and I went to the
same high school. She recognized me when I checked in and knew what I’d gone
through. We just couldn’t let anyone know we were renewing our friendship. The
hotel frowns on employees and guests mingling.”
“That’s right…sir,” Tara confirmed, bashful
as she stared at the ground. “Please don’t make a complaint against me.” She
glanced up at him. “I’ll be fired if you do.”
The two of them looked like guilty children caught peeking
at presents before Christmas morning. His foolish idea of them trapping the
rich older man flew out the window. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling
foolish for thinking these two obviously innocent women capable of even
considering such a scheme. He shook his head at his growing cynical nature.
“So, Buffy called you to tell you that I proposed?” Spike
asked, after glancing behind him to make sure the door was firmly shut behind
him and no one passing by could overhear their conversation.
“Yes, sir,” Tara said, with a joyful smile
that made her eyes twinkle. “She was so excited, but kind of nervous so I told
her I’d come over to help her get dressed and packed.”
Spike slipped his arm around Buffy’s waist, pulling her
closer to his side so he could kiss her cheek. “Nothing to be nervous about,
Luv,” he assured her. “I promise I’m going to take good care of you.”
“I know you will,” Buffy said, staring trustingly into his
eyes. Pride swelled his heart that this
extraordinary creature would want to spend her life with him.
“Congratulations,” Tara said,
interrupting their moment to remind them that she was there. She bustled over
to the bed to finish packing the things she was holding. “That should do it,”
she said as she zipped the suitcase. “You’re ready to go.”
“Thank you, Tara,” Buffy said, going over to hug the other
woman. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you, too,” Tara
said, holding tight to her friend.
Seeing the honest affection between the two friends, Spike
reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. From it he extracted
Giles’s business card. He scribbled on the back of it his personal phone number
and cell phone then handed it to Tara. Buffy didn’t
really have anyone left in her life. It would be a shame for her to lose
another friend.
“You can reach Buffy at these numbers,” he explained,
pointing at the card. “If you need anything please don’t hesitate to contact
us.”
“Thank you,” Tara said, slipping the
card into the pocket of her jeans. “Buffy feel free to call me anytime. Okay?”
“I will,” Buffy replied, giving her friend one last hug. She
stepped over to the bed and reached for her overnight bag. “Guess it’s time to
go.”
Spike took her hand, successfully stopping her from picking
the bag up. “There’s a porter waiting in the hall that will take care of that
for you, Luv.”
“Oh,” Buffy said with a shrug. “All right,” she finished
with an apologetic smile. “I guess I’m just used to taking care of myself.”
“Of course you are,” Spike said. “Now that you’re with me
you’ll have to get used to being pampered.”
There was an uncomfortable silence as he opened the door and
motioned for the porter to retrieve her bags. No one said anything until the
task was done and they were headed toward the elevators. Tara
stopped in front of the stairwell entrance.
“It wouldn’t be good for me to be seen leaving with you
two,” Tara said, stopping in front of the exit. She
reached for Buffy’s hand. “Take care of yourself.”
“Don’t have to do that anymore,” Buffy said, with a smile.
“Going to get pampered, remember?”
“You deserve it,” Tara said.
“Congratulations and I hope only the best for the two of you.”
“Come on, Luv,” Spike said, once the door had closed behind
the young woman. He put his hand on the small of Buffy’s back to direct her to
the elevator. “Everything is going to be all right.”
Buffy followed him without hesitation. Spike shielded her in
front of him while the porter rode in the back of the car. The ride to the
garage level was made in silence. He led the group to where his car was parked,
and then opened the trunk for the porter to load it with their belongings. It
was only after everything was in the car and the porter was walking away, did she
turn to him again.
“I have to go by the front desk before we leave,” Buffy
said. “There are a few extra charges on my bill that I need to take care of.”
“Already paid for,” Spike said, “I hope you don’t mind that
I did. I had to go by the front desk myself and just did everything at one
time. It seemed easier at the time.”
The confusion on her face showed that the reality of what
she had agreed to was becoming apparent to her. She had asked him if he planned
on making her a pet and he had denied it. All he wanted was to let her know
that she wasn’t alone anymore. That there was someone who would be there to
handle things if her world became too much. But he knew there was a stubborn
streak to her. Buffy needed to be able to handle things. To have control over
her life or she wouldn’t feel safe. It was obvious that he’d overstepped his
bounds by taking the decision out of her hands.
“Thank you,” Buffy said graciously before he had a chance to
say anything. “I really do appreciate everything you’re doing for me. I
shouldn’t act like I’m not grateful.”
“You’re going to be my wife,” Spike said, cupping her face.
“It’s just going to take us some time to figure out all these little details.
Don’t be afraid to tell me when I’m being an asshole, okay?”
She leaned into his hand that was still holding her cheek.
“Every time I’ve come to depend on someone they’re gone.”
“I know, pet, I know,” Spike whispered, kissing her. “I’m
here…not going to leave you.”
Buffy nodded and gave him a smile full of that warmth he
needed from her. Looking into her eyes he could see the youth that he had
squandered away. He would find that childhood hope and belief in her again. He
had to. Spike kissed her forehead then turned to open the car door for her.
“Let’s go get married.”
“Now that I can agree with,” Buffy said with a smile as she
slid into the passenger seat.
She tucked her blouse around her before he shut the door. He
grinned as he jogged around the car. It was kind of silly in his opinion to be
this happy about a woman and marrying her after only two days. The reality of
his life kept trying to intrude on this bubble of joy but he wouldn’t allow it
to burst. This was what he’d been looking for. It made him want to live again. She made him want to care again.
Whatever sacrifices had to be made were worth it, he told himself as he climbed
into the car. She smiled at him like he was her prince charming. It was what he
wanted to be. He wanted real love with Buffy not the games he’d endured with
Drusilla. Buffy would know that she was the center of his life.
“Now, all I have to do is put in the address for the wedding
chapel,” Spike said, turning on his navigation system. “And we can be on our
way.”
“We’re not going to have Elvis marrying us, are we?” Buffy
asked, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.
“Nope, just an impersonator dressed like him,” Spike said,
managing not to crack a smile as he teased her. He liked watching her eyes
widen as she tried not to complain. She only shook her head before turning to
look out the window. “I promise the ceremony will be very classy,” he amended,
turning the ignition on. Still not sure if she was okay with the arrangements,
he took her hand, kissing the back of it before rubbing it across his face. “It
will be as special as we can make it under the circumstances, okay?”
“Okay,” Buffy replied. “I’ll put myself in your capable
hands.”
For the next few minutes Spike concentrated on the hectic morning
traffic as commuters headed back into town. As he headed toward I-15 which
would take them to Vegas, it seemed everyone else on the road was going the
same way they were. The racy Porsche maneuvered around the slower moving
vehicles, but unlike the day he’d met Buffy, he drove with caution. There was
more at stake now.
The computer chirped at him every once in a while to make
another turn until he arrived at the on ramp on the highway. He managed to
merge without problems then move over to the far left lane which at least
seemed to be moving, albeit slowly. It was then that he relaxed, leaning back
into his seat, for the duration of the drive. It would take almost four hours
to reach their destination.
”Would you like to change the radio station?” Spike asked. It was funny, he
didn’t even know what kind of music Buffy preferred or her favorite color or
even what her middle name was, but it didn’t really seem to matter. They had
plenty of time to figure all these things out. “Buffy?” Spike asked, when she
didn’t reply. He glanced over to find her curled in the seat with her head
resting against the window. She was sound asleep. He slipped her hair behind
her ear and whispered, “Sleep tight, lamb, it’s going to be a long day.”
to be continued…
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