Post by willowsummers on Mar 17, 2010 0:54:38 GMT -5
This is probably PG 
Spike had to see the slayer- the newest chosen bird to be killed by him. He was one of the few to ever kill a slayer and he’d killed both he’d encountered. This new girl was just the third course. He’d rough her up a bit and then drink the sweet wine that is slayer blood. A local told him to find her at the Bronze, a “club” the teenagers go to. Spike rolled his eyes at the thought of another teen. Why do they always get them so young? He thought. No wonder he beats them.
The “club” was packed and kids rushed about him. That was okay though, he had a brief description of her to go on… and a vampire’s instinct. A small blonde girl sat with her red headed girlfriend at one of the tables. They sipped sodas and the red head helped the other with schoolwork. Spike knew from past experience that slayers may be able to be beat, but it wasn’t easy. They weren’t exactly what they seemed. He wanted to test her- to get a feel for her before he had to take her on. He was going to know her before he attempted to fight her. A young nerdy guy walked up to the two girls and convinced them to dance, Spike could hear even from that distance. The slayer closed her book with the movements of a polished actress and rose from her chair slowly and sensually.
As the girls reached the dance floor, a new song started. Spike listened to the words as he felt the music and watched the girl’s movements.
The words sounded in his head as the blonde vixen twisted and turned on the dance floor. Her movements matched the music perfectly. Her body was nimble and strong, but she had all the curves of a woman. Spike’s mouth watered. He could feel the blood pumping through her body and the warmth of her skin. Her hair danced on her shoulders, mimicking the touch a man might want to make and covering the soft skin that tempted him.
No movement was lost on him, no sway or shift. Her clothes fit her perfectly, so that when they moved, they accentuated her but just enough to tease. She wasn’t the type to reveal too much. Spike knew her style but he needed to know how she was in fight. He imagined the steps her body would take with his and he knew this promised to be his favorite. He stepped over to the bar, where people old enough could actually get real hard drinks. He definitely fit that bill. He grabbed a drink quickly, to look natural and to cool the heat that had risen in him. A hot woman was enough to bring heat to even the coldest man, he thought to himself. So was a good fight. As his drink was handed to him, he turned to a vampire next to him and told him so that only they could hear, “Go grab a bite to eat.”
The slayer heard a scream, even over the music and Spike saw her instantly turn to run. There was no moment of hesitation, no wonder of what to do, no gathering of strength. An angered expression burned in her beautiful eyes. He expected her to be quite promising; all the better to whet his appetite.
Spike had to see the slayer- the newest chosen bird to be killed by him. He was one of the few to ever kill a slayer and he’d killed both he’d encountered. This new girl was just the third course. He’d rough her up a bit and then drink the sweet wine that is slayer blood. A local told him to find her at the Bronze, a “club” the teenagers go to. Spike rolled his eyes at the thought of another teen. Why do they always get them so young? He thought. No wonder he beats them.
The “club” was packed and kids rushed about him. That was okay though, he had a brief description of her to go on… and a vampire’s instinct. A small blonde girl sat with her red headed girlfriend at one of the tables. They sipped sodas and the red head helped the other with schoolwork. Spike knew from past experience that slayers may be able to be beat, but it wasn’t easy. They weren’t exactly what they seemed. He wanted to test her- to get a feel for her before he had to take her on. He was going to know her before he attempted to fight her. A young nerdy guy walked up to the two girls and convinced them to dance, Spike could hear even from that distance. The slayer closed her book with the movements of a polished actress and rose from her chair slowly and sensually.
As the girls reached the dance floor, a new song started. Spike listened to the words as he felt the music and watched the girl’s movements.
I did a stupid thing last night
I called you
A moment of weakness
No, not a moment
More like three months of weakness
I called you
A moment of weakness
No, not a moment
More like three months of weakness
The words sounded in his head as the blonde vixen twisted and turned on the dance floor. Her movements matched the music perfectly. Her body was nimble and strong, but she had all the curves of a woman. Spike’s mouth watered. He could feel the blood pumping through her body and the warmth of her skin. Her hair danced on her shoulders, mimicking the touch a man might want to make and covering the soft skin that tempted him.
I'm one step away from crashing to my knees
One step away from spilling my guts to you
One step away from spilling my guts to you
No movement was lost on him, no sway or shift. Her clothes fit her perfectly, so that when they moved, they accentuated her but just enough to tease. She wasn’t the type to reveal too much. Spike knew her style but he needed to know how she was in fight. He imagined the steps her body would take with his and he knew this promised to be his favorite. He stepped over to the bar, where people old enough could actually get real hard drinks. He definitely fit that bill. He grabbed a drink quickly, to look natural and to cool the heat that had risen in him. A hot woman was enough to bring heat to even the coldest man, he thought to himself. So was a good fight. As his drink was handed to him, he turned to a vampire next to him and told him so that only they could hear, “Go grab a bite to eat.”
The slayer heard a scream, even over the music and Spike saw her instantly turn to run. There was no moment of hesitation, no wonder of what to do, no gathering of strength. An angered expression burned in her beautiful eyes. He expected her to be quite promising; all the better to whet his appetite.
