“Come on…..come on,” Buffy muttered as she stood in line at the Greyhound station. Once she reached the ticket counter, she was going to get another ticket, this one was to take her from Albany to Bethel .
Buffy had already been on the bus for the last four hours. It was a short ride from the sleepy town of Wappingers Falls to New Paltz. Then it took little longer to go from New Paltz to where she stood now at the Greyhound station in Albany, New York. She had been to Albany numerous times before with her family, but while she stood in this immense, bustling station on her own, she felt some apprehension.
Since the announcement several months ago that a weekend long concert was going to happen several hours away from her, on a dairy farm in upstate New York, Buffy had declared that she was there. She had saved several months of her babysitting and allowance money to pay for her little excursion.
She had planned to attend with her best friends Willow and Faith, but at the last minute, they both bowed out. Willow chickened out, and Faith was being punished….again. No matter, Buffy was determined to be there, no matter if she had to go alone.
All her favorite bands were going to be there; Janis Joplin, The Who, Jefferson Airplane. The Doors, her all time favorites, was also supposed to be there, but decided at the last minute they weren’t going to show. Buffy was seriously bummed out by that, since Jim Morrison wasn’t going to be there. He was incredibly groovy; with leather pants, alluring blue eyes and the air of dangerousness and pure sexuality made him the star of many of her sexual fantasies.
“Next!” The agent yelled, that separated Buffy from her thoughts. She moved forward and requested a ticket for the next bus to Bethel, N.Y . The older gentleman gave her a look of ‘Another one of those damn hippies,’ but took her money regardless. The next bus wasn’t until 7 p.m. Another two hours away.
Buffy had tried to leave her house the first thing in the morning. She was put behind schedule since her mother told her that she had to watch her bratty kid sister, Dawn, for a few hours, so she could run some errands. Buffy looked at the large clock above her.
“Dad should be coming home soon…. The search for Buffy will start soon after that. Oh well….if I’m going to be punished for the rest of my life, I might as well make the best of it!” Buffy declared to herself, as she walked back to the hard wooden benches in the middle of the cavernous room.
Her stomach rumbled, the sound reminded her that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning. As she looked around to ask someone where the closest diner was, she spotted one just outside the Greyhound doors. Buffy collected her meager possessions and headed towards the diner.
Buffy placed her brown floppy leather hat on her head and exited into the early evening which was ominously dark due to the heavy rain. She ran through the downpour and jumped the numerous puddles that dotted the street. “Hopefully it will stop raining for the concert,” Buffy thought wearily as she ran.
When she entered the diner, she shook her head slightly and removed her hat. She planned to take off her buttery soft brown leather coat once she reached her booth. Her leather hat and coat were her most prized possessions. She had begged ‘Santa’ for them for Christmas last year. Her mother complained that her sweet little girl was dressing more like a ‘ragamuffin’ or as her father put it ‘those long-haired hippies’, but they’d bought her the jacket and hat anyway.
The bottoms of her bellbottom jeans were soaked through from the rain and her feet squished as she walked due to the copious amount of water in her platforms, but no matter. She had a change of clothes, which she would replace these wet ones once she reached her destination. She went to remove her leather, with which would have revealed her form fitted white halter- top, but changed her mind since she wasn’t wearing that wretched contraption called a bra. Due to the rain, her shirt had become now see through, so she decided against the removal of her jacket. She didn’t want to give the other patrons a peepshow.
The little diner was a hole in the wall, but the smells that permeated throughout, made her mouth water like Pavlov’s dog, as her feet moved at their own will towards the nearest open booth.
The only spot open was the furthest, darkest corner of the small diner. Buffy headed over there as she noticed in her tunneled vision, a man that sat on the stool furthest from the door or any windows, but directly across from her intended location.
This man had shocking white hair that was gelled straight back. He was covered head to toe in black; black leather biker jacket, black jeans and heavy black work boots. He stared into his cup of coffee that was before him, like it was going to tell him the secrets of the world. Buffy moved to pass him quickly, sat down so her back was to him and immediately picked up a menu.
Despite the protest of her stomach that it needed to be fed, Buffy had a difficult time focusing on the menu before her. She felt strange. The feelings of being watched permeated her mind. Buffy assumed that it was probably the interesting stranger that was behind her that was the likely culprit.
“What does he want?” Buffy thought as she bit her thumbnail.
“Coffee?” Buffy jumped slightly. As a portly middle aged waitress, with a bee hive hairdo and bright orange lipstick, asked as she held the pot and a cup as she awaited her answer.
“Yes….yes please,” Buffy responded politely as she donneda slight smile. orange lipstick, asked as she held the pot and a cup as she awaited her answer.
“Do ya know what’cha want or do you need a minute sugar?” The waitress asked as she popped her gum in time with her words.
“Ummmm……it all smells so good……I’ll have a burger with fries and a large coke,” Buffy ordered as her stomach cheered with the thoughts of finally being filled.
“Good choice….George makes a good burger,” The waitress stated as she stuck her pencil into her hair. It looked like she had lost many pencils in that hair.
As the waitress turned and walked away, Buffy could hear her yell……”George, dead cow with potato!” Shortly after the holler, the waitress arrived back to her table with Buffy’s drink and then walked away. After her first sip, a small chill came over her. There was no food in her stomach to soften the blow of the icy mouthful. Buffy’s body shook a little as the chill. Which started in her shoulders and slightly moved to her upper body.
“Should take off your sodden coat. It will only make ya colder,” A deep baritone voice sounded from behind her. Buffy almost forgot about the mysterious man located in back of her. Buffy slightly turned in her seat to face his profile.
“Sorry?” Buffy asked quietly
“I said….ya going to catch your death in a wet jacket. It would dry faster if you hung it up,” The man responded not taking his eyes of his coffee cup.
“Oh……yeah……thanks for the suggestion…..Mr….?” Buffy asked the eccentric man.
“Spike….just Spike. And you?” He stated as he finally lifted his site from his hands to look in her direction. In one word, he was breathtaking. He had the looks of a fallen angel. Full pouty lips, shamelessly chiseled cheeks that any woman would kill for and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. In addition to this total package, his deep baritone voice that housed a British accent, made Buffy slightly weak in the knees and taken back before she responded.
“Ummmmm…….my name…..yeah….my name is Buffy. Well….it’s really Elizabeth, but since I was little everyone called me Buffy. Kinda stuck…..yeah….” Buffy rattled on.
“Well…..Buffy…..nice to meet your acquaintance,” Spike purred. Again Buffy was thrown off kilter. He looked like walking sin and possibly a hoodlum, but he spoke with intelligence.
“So…ummmm….do you want to join me….I mean…..not to be pushy….it’s just I hate to eat alone…..and you appear to be alone…..and if we sit together…..we won’t be….so….ummm,” Buffy asked with a stutter.
“Yeah….sure..why not?” Spike shrugged as he turned in his stool and stood. He slowly walked towards the empty side of Buffy’s booth and gracefully sat down. Her eyes swelled in amazement from the gorgeous guy that sat in front of her. Buffy started to fix her long, straight honey locks in attempts to appear halfway descent.
“No worries luv, you look smashing,” Spike responded with a wink. Buffy blushed as her head lowered to stare into her drink, which at this point she found very interesting.
“So what’s your story morning glory?” Spike asked after a few minutes of silence. Buffy choked a little on the soda that was in her mouth before she responded.
“Oh…..me? Well…..to be completely honest I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. It’s amazing how sheltered my life has been! I’m 17, from a completely one horse town a few hours away, who wanted to see a couple of bands play. There was supposed to be three of us, but my other friends bailed out, so I’m all on my own. My parents are totally going to go ape shit when they realize that I’m gone….which will be oh shit….now,” Buffy stated as she looked at the large clock on the diner wall.
“I’m just hoping that my friends don’t turn rat fink before I make it up there. Faith can definitely handle her own, but Willow will no doubt break under pressure. Oh well…..you only live once,” Buffy responded with a small shrug of her shoulders.
“For most….this is true,” Spike responded casually. Buffy didn’t question his statement, as she proceeded to ask him what brought him to Albany.
“Lookin’ for my girl, Dru. She gets bored sometimes and takes off. A few nights ago she droned on and on about wanting to eat French food. I decided to take my chances on Montreal,” Spike explained.
“Oh…..you two going steady?” Buffy asked softly. She was met with a deep baritone laugh that reached to his azure eyes.
“Yeah…..you call it that! Even so, we see others all the time, but yeah me and Dru are mainly exclusive.” Spike explained as Buffy’s dinner was placed before her. Even though she was slightly upset from his explanation, her hunger overruled all thoughts Buffy proceeded to grab a fry from her plate and then placed the tip in her mouth to bite.
“Oh……she’ll probablybe bummed out with me talking to you uh?” Buffy asked as she slowly picked up another fry. Even though she was slightly upset from his explanation, her hunger overruled all thoughts. Buffy proceeded to grab a fry from her plate and then placed the tip in her mouth to bite.
“Nah……even though we’re bound together, I guess we’re on a break. So I can talk up any bird I wanna!” Spike declared. A slightly contained smile broke from Buffy’s lips. She then picked up her hamburger to take her first bite. An expression of pure heaven graced her face as she chewed.
“That good ay?” Spike asked as he cock twitched in its denim prison, as this girl groaned from just a burger. Spike’s mind flashed to her underneath him as he dually penetrated her with her cock and fangs. His erection swelled, as the anticipation of this act pervaded his senses.
He knew that this one was a virgin and would possibly scare easily. The combination of sweet untainted blood and fear would be a heady aphrodisiac. After he finished with her, Spike would then continue north to look for his dark princess. He was pulled from his depraved thoughts as Buffy responded.
“Oh….yeah….this is totally yummy…you want a bite?” Buffy asked as she offered her burger. Spike did want a bite, but not what she currently offered. His eyes darken, as his eyes shot to her steady pulse that jumped, just under her creamy skin. Spike needed her, and now. However, he knew that she was probably skittish. He didn’t want to chase her away with his forwardness. He needed to get her to trust him, then he would strike.
“No luv…..ate already,” Spikerespondedas he brieflyremembered the homeless man that was drunkenlyslumped against the Greyhound building last night. He tasted foul. Blood was blood, and he was hungry. That was a snack....she was going to be a threecourse meal. He needed to get her to trust him, then he would strike.
“Sorry I’m pigging out…it’s just I haven’t eaten since this morning,” Buffy responded with a muffled voice as she continued to eat her burger.
“No….enjoy. I know what it’s like to really be hungry,” Spike responded as his mind flashed again to himself, as he gulped down her blood. His razor-sharp hips, as they slammed into her heat. Spike slightly shifted himself in his seat, due to his erection that now uncomfortably bit into his zipper.
“So…little Buffy…..where are these bands playing? It must be far from home if you’re passing your time here while waiting for another Greyhound bus,” Spike stated as Buffy continued to eat. With his statement, the burger that headed towards her gaped mouth, stopped midway.
“Ummm…..how do you know I’m waiting for a bus?” Buffy asked with apprehension. Spike offhandedly pointed towards her left jacket pocket. Buffy looked down and noticed that the Greyhound ticket peeked out from where he gestured. “See and you got all worried about nothing,” Buffy mentally chastised herself.
“Yeah…..kinda of a haul. It’s a small town called Bethel. And it’s not just any bands…..Janis Joplin….Jefferson Airplane…..The Who! It’s going to be a blast! Do you wanna come with?” Buffy was slightly taken back by her own offer.
Normally, she’s shy around guys, and this was the boys' next door. They were nothing like this man….not a boy….that was seated before her. Well, Buffy wanted an adventure; a man like this will definitely give her one.
“Are you sure luv? Don’t wanna impose,” Spike asked in hopes that this shy uncertainty on his part, would seal the deal of her trusting him.
“No….no it will be totally cool. Well, if you’re interested in riding with me on a bus,” Buffy explained.
“Pft…..no bus. Got me a car. We’ll get there faster and don’t have to sit next to Grandmum Joan who’s 80, going to see her darlin’ grand kids in upstate New York. Plus, we can listen to the music we want to…..not the snoring of some guy one row over!” Spike declared
“Are you sure…..I know that you were planning to go to Montreal to find your girlfriend Pru.” Buffy asked with trepidation. “Please say no….please say no. Come with me!” Buffy’s inner mind yelled as her face held an impassive appearance, as she tried to appear collected to him.
“It’s Dru kitten. And like I said before…..we’re on a break. Don’t need to find her now….maybe not at all,” Spike responded. Of course these were all lies. After his cock and mouth savored this tiny bundle of fire, he was going to find Dru, tie her up and make her like him again.
“Far Out!” Buffy exclaimed as she finished off her fries. “Hook, line and sinker!” Spike’s mind shouted as he casually leaned back further in his seat.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!