Again I Go Unnoticed | By : Dee12 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This was new…
Spike’s lips curled into a smile; he was used to having all eyes on him, the laughing, mocking kind of eyes, but never, not even when he allowed himself moments of pure delusion had he experienced something like this.
Somehow over the pounding music, he’d managed to hear Cordelia’s cf ‘Of ‘Ooh, salty goodness!’ and somehow through the sea of sweaty, hormone bombs, he’d managed to watch everyone in that brain-lite, popular circle of shallowness turn around and stare directly at him –
Everything was in slow motion…
One foot in front of the other he moved gracefully through the crowd towards them and laughed softly to himself at thsurdsurdity of ‘Chariots of Fire’ being his internal soundtrack.
Taking one last deep breath, he red red the blatant ogling and wide-eyed amazement and stopped directly at Buffy’s side, casually focusing on only her he leaned in close and whispered in her ear…
"Hope you brought those books."
"Buffy, don’t be rude, introduce us to your friend," that was Cecily, his Cecily! Spike looked up to catch her smiling at him.
And at that point, his whole world stopped spinning and exploded.
"Yes, Buffy, please introduce us," Angel said, trying to sound cool and collected, but Spike could hear the poor boy’s teeth cracking as he gritted them.
Angel feels threatened…by me?!
Spike pulled a face, turning to Angel. "Easy there, mate. You’ve got nothing to worry about on my end; I wouldn’t touch Summers if she were the last bit of pussy left on the sodding planet…"
Angel’s eyes widened. "Hey!"
Buffy’s mouth dropped open in disgust. " I believe that’s my ‘Hey!’! Hey! You asshole!" She punctuated that sentence with a sharp kick to his leg.
"Ow!"
"Are you all totally blind?!" she shouted climbing to her feet. "This putz is non other than Wi…" Buffy didn’t even manage to get the first syllable of his name out of her mouth before he brutally cut her off,
"Name’s Spike," he smiled in Cecily’s direction.
"Spike?" Anya frowned, turning to Buffy. "Spike like your old nickname for William, Spike?"
Buffy pursed her lips and titled her head to the side. "Does sound a lot like it, doesn’t it…" she said sardonically.
"No, Spike as in ‘was born with this name’, Spike." He turned to Buffy and gave her a brief, pleading look. "I’m Buffy’s stepbrother; dear old Hank spent some time in London, got real acquainted with my mum for a while there, didn’t he Buffy…?"
She sighed loudly. They’ll never by this crap. "He sure did, Spike," she drawled out through clenched teeth.
"You never told me you had a stepbrother," Cecily pouted.
"Don’t feel bad, she never told me either," Angel said flatly.
Cordelia extended her hand. "Hi, Spike, I’m Cordelia Chase, Sunnydale welcoming committee. If you need anything – you know, someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on – to nibble on if you want…" Cordy seductively pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "then I’m you’re gal."
Spike gave the girl a short nod. "I’ll be sure to look you up sometime."
"Sooo – my dear stepbrother," Buffy smirked, re’sre’s William? I lugged this heavy backpack all the way into the Bronze, in high heels, might I add, just to reparepared for his wonderful tutelage."
Spike narrowed his eyes. "Guess he stood you up, luv."
"You don’t say…"
"Since I’m here and all, I’d be happy to help you out," he said curtly. "After all, a monkey could pass the course you’re having trouble with."
Buffy slid out of her chair and grabbed her books. "Ca do do this some place that’s else; I feel the need for a little private discussion."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
She gave Angel a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing the end of Spike’s red over-shirt, yanking him away. "Come on!"
"Nice meeting you all!" he called back over his shoulder.
There was a perfect, deafening silence at the Bronze table that housed Sunnydale High’s finest and chic. Their collective eyes were transfixed on the two bottle blondes who cut a swath through the crowd as they bolted towards the door.
Riley mindlessly chewed on a handful of fries and shook his head, opening his mouth for the first time since that ‘stranger’ interrupted their fun. "I don’t like him," he stated simply, "those tight jeans are way too fruity."
**
The very se the the warm night air hit his lungs, Spike doubled over in laughter. Loud, side aching guffaws that sent him collapsing to the pavement below.
Hands on her hips and head titled, Buffy watched him roll around and resisted the urge to find something pointy and ram him through the heart with it –
"Well, inappropriate laughter -- at least now I’ve got confirmation that you’ve gone bat-shit insane," she said dryly.
"You saw that, right?!"
"Yeah, had a peachy-keen front row seat…"
"I mean, Cordelia hit on me…!"
"You’re now one of many…"
"And Cecily…" He slowly stood, his laughter finally dying down, "Cecily smiled at me! A real smile: a friendly smile! Not just in my general direction, that smile was meant for me and me only."
"Are you always this pathetic?"
Spike grinned. "And nothing you say can take away that moment."
"Yeah, well, speaking of that little moment back there…Stepbrother?!" Buffy shouted. "Where the hell did that come from?! Granted, I’m deeply ashamed that they fell for it, but what was all of that?! And ‘Lets Do the Time Warp Again…’" She made a frenzied gesture towards his attire, "’s w’s with the look? Did you fall asleep and wake up in 1984?"
"Nope," his grin widened, "I’m getting noticed – and getting closer and closer to winning this bet." Spike grabbed her wrist suddenly, dragging her down the walk. "Now, come on, let’s get this lesson out of the."
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