Title: Night Becomes Us
Part: #1
Disclaimer: The characters from the series Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine, they are the creation of Joss Whedon's genius and Mutant Enemy.If you plan on posting this on your web site please include my name and the disclaimer, and notify me.
Rating: PG
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Night.
So penetrating, so immense, some living creatures have evolved to be active only during this time. However, so have the non-living...
Spike's eyes snapped open much like way corpses do in horror movies. This thought made a delicious smile spread across his lips. Instantaneously the demon within his 126 year old body growled primevally. He pushed the red velvet lid off his coffin that was stored in the apartment of his newly acquired apartment. Drawing back the heavy drapes Spike gazed upon the twinkling New York City lights that spanned 10 stories below, in each direction. Young supple girls were out there, wandering places they had been warned about, he could feel it. Just waiting to become happy meals on luscious legs.
Too bad I don't have a bloody reflection' Spike sad out loud to himself. Donning his usual outfit of black jeans, tight black tee shirt and black leather duster, Spike was fighting hunger pains. He couldn't wait to feed. Spike was thrilled to be in New York city again. Since the late 1800's it had become a literal buffet for creatures of the night such as himself. The darkness that fell in this city was do intensely vile and corrupt, innocents were swallowed up by the hundreds each night. Spike felt he was doing his part as well.
He found himself in line for a club that was near the village. Vague bass boomed from the door where a large bouncer selected who was to enter "Personal Inquest". In the tradition of Studio 54 people were picked based on there appearance. Naturally Spike was allowed entrance immediately, black on black never seem to go out of style he thought to himself.
"Personal Inquest" was uniquely constructed to employee multiple levels for dancing, drinking, or other drug doing. Places like this made Spike grateful that he only had to sire a pretty girl to have a little fun. Tonight however he was only interested in a non-commital drink. He scanned what was lit well enough for him to see, then he dug deeper into himself to utilize the demon's ability to see in dark places. At one of the bars, a girl with straight blond hair and a blue dress sat nervously attempting to look relaxed and having fun. With a devilish grin he made he was over thinking;
'This should be easy.'
Spike turned on his pseudo-sincere charm and woo-ed the clueless girlee into "leaving this loud place and taking a walk to his favorite coffee spot." Having been convinced she wasn't as goofy as she thought she was, the blond whipped a hand out to grab her purse. This knocked a Seabreeze off the bar toward the shoulder of a girl sitting near by. Faster than eyes could follow the dark haired girl caught the glass in mid-descent, as if by reflex. The look of shock reflected in her green eyes of the girl, which was then replaced with a stern look which said˜that didn't just happen.' The blond girlee was still blabbering about,how sorry she was' and ˜how it was good thing you caught it' when Spike and the dark haired girl attempted to stare each other down. Spike immediately thought he was dealing with another vampire of great skill. Ignoring the blond he closed in the gap the stood in between him and the green eyed girl. The closer he got the more aware he became aware of her peculiar beauty, and stealthy composer. Without wasting anytime, that would give his meal a chance to escape, he cut to the chase.
"What say' you an me got over there an have little chat by the mirror, love?"
"That sounds good to me, but what if it looks like I'm talking to a nobody?"
Mildly confused Spike retorted, "Look love, I'm a little peckish so why don't I take care of myself, then I can come back and we can become good friends?" As he said this he slid his hands around her waist drawing her in.
A smile crept to her lips as she said loud enough for he blond to hear, "Oh baby, where have you been I've been looking all over for you!!! Honey can we leave now? I'm just dying to get you home."
Spike realized that he had insulted her and she was getting back at him by making him lose his meal. On cue the blond started to look sad and leave, but just before she disappeared she ran back and through a drink in his face. Raging mad, Spike wiped the liquid from his face and turned to let the brunette have it. But she was gone........