Rhapsody In Oil
By Eurydice
Chapter Eighteen: That Ol' Black Magic
Are we just going to sit here and stare at it all night?It was the fourth time in the last hour that Xander had asked the question, each time hoping it would prompt Giles to break from the fugue that had seemed to settle over him since Anyas departure. After moving the painting to the opposite chair, the Watcher had settled into the couch, removed his glasses, and scrutinized the picture, every so often tilting his head to get a slightly different perspective on it. Once, it had actually looked like he was going to say something, sitting up in the settee and clearing his throat, but Xander had been disappointed when the older man had merely shifted his weight.
I betcha Ahns cooled off by now. What say, I give her a ring, see if she wants to come over. He stood, crossing to the telephone, his brown eyes never leaving Giles hunched form. Want some donuts? Maybe some nice jelly ones? Shed probably bring em if we asked.
No response. Xanders hand hung in the air, the dial tone of the telephone audible in the quiet living room. Normally, he wouldnt question the older mans behavior---well, not seriously anyway---but this befuddled distance was beginning to border on the freaky, with a side order of deaky not far behind.
It would have to be someone reasonably accessible, dont you think?
He speaks! Replacing the receiver in its cradle, Xander stuffed his hands in his pockets and ambled to stand beside the couch. Thought Id lost you to some exotic museum disease for awhile there. Staring off into artwork so much so that it sucks away your voice.
Giles ignored his companions gibe. Of course, Im not certain Id be able to take any weapons, but Im sure Buffy and I could manage something.
So, is that the decision? Youre planning on going in after her and Will?
Can you think of another way to tell them how to reverse the portal? The two men regarded each other, eyes steady, until the Watcher shook his head. I cant. Trust me, Ive been trying.
Maybe shell figure it out on her own. But even as he spoke, Xander knew how lame it sounded.
My fear is that whatever desire the painting perceives they want will distract them, perhaps with fatal consequences.
So we go. End of story.
Giles frowned, replacing his glasses to stare up at the younger man. We? Youre not going, Xander. I wont allow it.
And youre going to stop me how? He began pacing. See, the way I see it, the more people we got on the inside, the better luck we have in finding this safety person.
Or the more people Buffy has to worry about protecting from being killed, perhaps?
Xander waved away the suggestion in dismissal. Unless the pictures going to make me James Bond, I dont think were in any danger of me getting my greatest desire, so color me safe. He stopped, crouching down to look at Giles on an even level. These are my two best friends were talking about here. Theyve saved my life so many times, on so many levels, that theres no way Im not going with you on this one. Besides, how hard can this be? We go in, take care of the safety, we come out. Easy as cake.
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Fluffy crumbs dropped to the small plate as Willow sank her teeth into the pastry, the grumbles from her stomach overly loud in the empty living room. She was ravenous, had woken up so, and as appealing as Ginos offer to go out for breakfast had been, the redhead desperately wanted to be around when Buffy woke up. What she needed right now was some good old-fashioned girltalk, someone she could dish with about what exactly had happened over the last thirty-six hours, and, since neither one of them had really been in the position for that last night, hangover hell was really the only option.
Actually, as far as hangovers go, it wasnt that bad. Sure, she had a slight headache, and her tongue felt too big for her mouth, but there was no nausea like she remembered from last time, and she didnt feel like chopping off her own head. That was definitely a bonus.
She had a mouthful of muffin when the bedroom door opened, and she turned her head to see Spike saunter out, platinum head bent as he tightened the buckle on his belt. It took a moment for the connection to click, but when it did, her jaw stopped working, her cheeks puffed out from the unconsumed pastry.
He had already taken a few steps toward the kitchen when he noticed Willow staring at him. Mornin, he said, and without breaking rhythm, continued on his way, leaving behind a confused redhead looking back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom door.
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Spike was standing at the stove, stirring a small saucepan over a low flame, when Willow showed up in the entrance. She heard the mindless humming first, and just watched him for a moment, tiny lines between her brows.
He had just come out of Buffys bedroom.
Getting dressed.
Which meant hed been undressed.
In Buffys room.
Wow
Ive seen you in a kitchen before, Red, Spike said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. I know you know what a cooker is for.
Is that breakfast? she croaked, getting up on tiptoes to get a peek inside the pan.
He tilted it slightly to allow her to see the contents. Im goin to say youre not goin to be interested in this, not unless theres somethin youve been keepin from us.
Her nose wrinkled at the sight of the blood simmering away. That nausea shed thought shed managed to escape? It was actually right there, crouching down in the pit of her stomach, just waiting for something with a big enough ewwww factor to trigger it. She swallowed hard, inching away so that the vampires body blocked her view of the stove.
Wheres Gino?
The mention of the dark-haired bouncer brought back the memories from the early morning, and Willow was glad that Spike had his back to her so that he couldnt see her blush. He went home, she said. He said something about pinning on his diapers. I think he was talking about changing his clothes at least, I hope he was, cause if he wasnt, I think Im going to owe him a huge apology.
He chuckled, and the redhead noticed for the first time how relaxed the vampire seemed, how at ease, how peaceful. Yep, thats what it means, he affirmed. You two sleep on the couch all night?
Although he didnt look at her, Willow noticed the hint of laughter in his voice and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling very defensive. Yes. All night. Sleeping. Nothing else. Were just sleep buddies.
Too bad. He turned the burner off and reached overhead to grab a mug from the cupboard. Thought your little cheatin trick might actually work. I wouldve sworn Ginod jump at the chance to get a few jollies.
Her green eyes widened. You knew, too? she squeaked. Did everyone know? How obvious was I?
Doubt Buffy saw it, Spike offered, then realized what shed said, his lips curling into a smile as he leaned back against the counter. So. Gino sussed you out. And you two just slept. Lifting his mug to his mouth, he took a long sip, his blue eyes dancing as they peered at her over the rim, the redheads discomfort enflaming her face.
Yes. Mostly. Goddess, how long was he going to keep this up?
Sok, Red. Your dirty little secrets safe with me.
She was desperate to change the subject. Somehow, the blond vampire had managed to turn the tables on her, changing the topic to her and Gino when theyd been talking about Wait. Shed only been thinking those things, so really, she was still on the same side of the table. Fine. She would do the switcheroo then.
So wheres Buffy? Willow asked coolly. There. Two could play this game.
Still sleepin. Spike seemed unruffled by her question, answering with his usual cool detachment, sipping at his blood as if he didnt have a care in the world.
Buffy said the other room was yours. God, she was bad at this. And I saw you come out of, you know her room.
He didnt reply, only watched her as he drained off his drink, sapphire gaze scrutinizing the redheads open features. How much did he want to tell her? And what would Buffy do to him if he did? My clothes are in there, he finally said. As is the bathroom, in case youve forgotten. Better to play it safe than sorry, he decided. Not that he was sorry about one bit of last night. No way.
Nice try. She was starting to feel stronger about this; although his unflappable explanation was more than true and certainly wouldve been sufficient under other circumstances, she wasnt blind. Shed seen enough over the past day and a half to know something was going on; even last night, the way Spike had stripped those stockings off of Buffys legs had screamed conspiracy theory. And they thought shed been too drunk to notice. Ha.
Tell you what, the vamp said, setting down his mug. Ill make you a deal. You dish the dirt about you and Gino, and Ill tell about me and Buffy. He figured it was a stand-off; no way would Red agree to such an arrangement, not with her and the Slayer being such bosom buddies. But part of him was kind of hoping she would. When hed come back to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him the first time, Willow had been the one to listen to him spill his guts, wallowing in his sorrow. And then, it had been Willow again when hed learned just what those commando bastards had done to him. Course, he hadnt really given her a choice in the matter either time between the kidnapping for the love spell and the trying to bite her bit, but still Totally on the QT, of course, he added.
Although shed been hoping that Buffy wouldve been the one who helped her sort this all out, the young witch desperately wanted to talk about it, get someone to tell her just what was going on, not just with Gino but with this whole painting world. Everything here seemed too real, and Sunnydale already seemed like forever away, and that couldnt be good could it?
But this was Spike. Hello vampire? Chipped vampire, yes, but evil and Big Bad and hating the Scooby gang and hating Buffy Except she wasnt so sure about that last one anymore, and hed certainly been nice enough to her since shed come through. And he was a guy---an undead one, but a guy nonetheless---and maybe hed be able to offer some sort of different perspective on the whole Gino thingDeal.
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The ingredients were strewn about on the table before him, carefully portioned into each of the bowls, dull and lifeless in comparison to the vibrancy of the room surrounding it. Gathering them had been no mean feat; although hed been fairly certain that there werent any vampires in this world before hed come through, Tony had known that hed need certain magics in order to protect himself from the dangers of the painting. Hed just never anticipated having to use the uninvite spell again.
He was still angry with himself for falling for Spikes trick in the first place. Youve been with Melinda for how long? he mentally chided. Didnt that teach you anything? But the bouncer had seemed so normal---OK, it had been pretty obvious that he didnt really care for Tony, but the musician had just brushed that off as boyfriend jealousy---how could he have known that he was a vampire? And then there was the whole Buffy situation. The way the two had acted around each other---the kissing, the long looks, that whole giddy Im-in-love-and-I-dont-care-who-knows-it thing---he hadnt seen very many demons be so touchy feely around each other. Well, Melinda had been that way, and thered been a couple others, but generally speaking, vampires were only interested on who their next kill was going to be, not their next kiss.
Except Buffys not a demon, he reminded himself. According to Spike, shes the Slayer. That little twist only muddied the waters even further. It made no sense that the Slayer would be hanging around with such a bad-ass vampire as Spike. Her job was to kill them. Melinda had been very clear about that; the danger of living in Sunnydale was that death lurked around every corner in the form of a very powerful, very prepared young woman. And now that powerful young woman was here. In the painting. And probably pissed that shed gotten sucked through in the first place. Shit.
Pounding at the fine powder with the pestle, Tonys face was grim as the recriminations tumbled about in his head. Shouldve left the fucking state, he thought. Hell, I shouldve left the fucking country. But how could he have known Melinda would be so diligent about finding the painting again? Actually, a very small part of him was pleased at the thought that shed missed him so much that shed gone to such great lengths to get him back. Except he knew that wasnt the whole case. Shed paid a fortune for the painting, using it to get rid of that gang of biker demons that had been blackmailing them two years ago. No way was she going to let such an investment slip through her fingers. Plus, there was that whole woman scorned thing she probably had going. Human girls might get bitchy when you wanted to break up with them, but they had nothing on vampire girls who got dumped. They turned into outright monsters.
Rising from his place on the couch, Tony crossed the room to the door of his apartment, the uninvite concoction resting in his hand. He knew he was lucky Spike hadnt shown up again; exhaustion had prevented the musician from finishing the spell last night, so the fact that he was still alive to do it this morning was a good thing. Of course, revoking the invitation would have absolutely no effect on Buffy when she came around, but he had other spells in mind to take care of her
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Stretching languorously, Buffys eyes flickered open, a small smile playing on her lips. No hangover. Yay. If non-stop sex was the cure to over-indulging, she was definitely never going to have to worry about drinking too much again. Not when the remedy was so much fun, not when her partner was so amazing.Spike was already up and about; shed woken up briefly when the vamp had left the bedroom but had decided to just sneak in a few more minutes of rest, reluctant to escape the comfort of the soft sheets, eager to return to the dreams that had visited her during the night. Hes probably got breakfast ready by now, she thought, and glanced leisurely over at the clock, totally unprepared for the time it was proudly displaying.
The Slayer bolted from the bed, eyes wide. Three hours? Shed slept three more hours? Crap. Half the day was gone by now, and there was so much she wanted to get done today get Willows take on this painting world, go see Tony and see what he meant the other night at the party, get a manicure before going in to the club tonight. Now that was all shot. Shed barely have time to get ready for work at this rate.
She got dressed in record time, trousers and a long-sleeved turtleneck hiding the various marks from her nights escapades. No reason to freak Willow out before it was absolutely necessary. Her plan was to break it to the young witch slowly, maybe tell her about the dancing first before leading into the kissing. The sex would probably have to wait; maybe Buffy could tackle that subject with the aid of some more wine
She stopped, her hand frozen on the door knob, the voices filtering through the heavy wood. Spike and Willow? Her heart pounding in her throat, the blonde pressed her ear to the crack, straining to make out the words.
I dont think thats such a good idea, she heard Willow say.
Thats cause you arent seein the big picture here, Red.
But Buffys my best friend---.
Dont be a silly bint. Itll go down a treat. Trust me.
She heard Willow laugh. Do we have to go into your track record again, Spike?
You dont do this, the whole plans not worth a toss.
Buffys mind whirled. Plan? What plan? What in hell was going on out there?
Ive gotta be crazy for agreeing to this.
Thats why I like you, Red.
And you promise---.
The Slayer didnt catch the rest of the sentence. As she pushed open the door, the living room went silent, its two occupants turning in their seats to look at her standing in the doorway.
Guess you were a little knackered, pet, Spike commented, and lowered his leg from where it hung over the chairs armrest, sitting up and reaching for the mug on the coffee table.
I guess its not really good morning anymore then, Buffy replied, stepping into the lounge, hazel eyes glancing back and forth between the pair. Neither looked like theyd been discussing anything more serious than the weather; just what in the world was going on? So what did I miss?
Willow shrugged. Spike was just filling me in on some of the stuff at the club. No big.
Buffy glanced over at the vampire, so casual in his seat. What kind of stuff? she pushed.
The usual.
The Slayers annoyance went up a notch. They werent sharing. Something was going on between Spike and Willow, something that required a plan, but for some reason, they were keeping her out of the equation, and the young witch was worrying that Buffy wasnt going to like it. What she didnt like was being shut out, but if she pressed much harder, theyd know she was eavesdropping, and then shed have to start in on some embarrassing explanations to Willow about why she was anxious about what Spike might say to her, and that was a road she wasnt ready to travel. Not yet.
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If the crowd likes you, Ill make it a c-note a week, but for now, its just going to be the going rate, capisce?
Giles blinked. Standing before him was a portly older gentleman, a cigar clamped between his teeth, watery blue eyes looking up at the Watcher. He couldnt remember seeing him in the painting, but then again His gaze darted around, drinking in the dark hallway, the closed doors. When hed touched the picture, hed been expecting to end up on the dance floor; this appeared to be someplace completely different.
I understand, he murmured.
Never had a male torcher before, the other man was saying. Folks usually like the dames to do the singing. But, if Buffy and Spike say youre the best, then thats good enough for me. Now, dressing rooms over there
But he didnt hear the rest of the instructions, too engaged with analyzing the situation, figure out what exactly was going on. Buffy and Spike were here, and obviously still alive, and they certainly had some sort of connection with this particular fellow. And Giles was supposed to sing? So many questions, so few answers, but the most pressing one at the moment was
What in the world had happened to Xander?