Rhapsody In Oil
By Eurydice
Chapter Six: Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
If she had to smile for just one more minute, Buffy swore her face was going to fall off. Not that she wasnt enjoying herself; on the contrary, considering this whole engagement party was just one big sham of a do, the young woman hadnt had this much fun in ages. Nonstop dancing, good food, and even did she really dare to say it good company.
Out of the corner of her eye, the Slayer glanced over at the bar, heard Spikes laughter even from her position near the door. Until Gino had pulled him aside, the blond vampire hadnt left her side all night, refusing to let anyone else dance with her, calling it his right as her bleedin fiancé. Even Lombardi had been brushed aside, and Buffy had watched as the man had stepped back, the annoyance clear in his eyes but the fear of Spike greater.
Maybe you should let me dance with him, shed said. Hes our boss, after all. We cant go messing things up here before we figure out whats going on.
She couldve sworn shed heard him growl, and looked up to see his gaze locked on her face, blue eyes darkened to almost black. No man in his right mind would share you, especially tonight of all nights, hed said, then smiled. And were supposed to be head over heels, remember? Mustnt let the locals think you cant stand dancin with me. Hed seemed to be waiting for her to say something, anything, but shed only looked away, the sudden rush of heat in her cheeks visible testimony to the bewildering amalgam of emotions that were bouncing around in her head.
Theyd danced in silence for a moment, until Buffy felt him lean forward, his cheek just barely touching hers as his mouth hovered by her ear. Thought of another one, Slayer, hed murmured. There once was a fella named Fritz
And shed laughed at his dirty limericks, at his frighteningly accurate impersonation of Giles, at his dry commentary about the other girls in the club. For a while there, shed actually forgotten where she was or who she was with, so lost in her own personal whirlwind that all that extraneous stuff just slipped away. And here it was, almost three oclock in the morning, and she was shocked to find herself wishing that the night didnt have to end.
gone ahead and taken all the gifts out to the car, the man in front of her was saying.
Buffys head whirled around, her eyes wide. Gifts? she asked. Theres gifts?
Well, yeah. But Lola thought youd rather open them up at home. More private there and all. His face spread into a leer. Plus its easier if you get something you want to use right away.
She laughed nervously, inching her way backwards, and was relieved when the band started playing again. I thought they were done for the night, she said, grateful for the diversion.
Last dance, he explained, and Buffy stiffened as she saw him hold out his hand, getting ready to ask her out onto the floor.
Well, then I better get Spike, she chirped. He always gets my last dance, you know. With a bright smile, she turned, only to find the blond vampire standing directly behind her, his head cocked, a note of questioning in his eyes. The hair that had been so immaculate when theyd left the apartment now was a tumble of curls, raked through by his lean fingers all night, and Buffy irrationally wondered why he played so much with it when it wasnt moussed or gelled into place. Not that she was complaining; for some reason, the tousling made him seem more human.
Mentally shaking herself, she said in a voice just a little too loud, Just the person I was looking for. She looped her arm through his, pulling him out onto the dance floor, tossing back an almost apologetic smile to the other man.
The pair slid into each others arms, an instinctive mating that melded them together, and the young woman was grateful that the conductor had chosen a slow song to end the evening with. She was convinced Spike could feel how hard her heart was beating; shoot, he could probably see it, but then that would mean he was looking at her breasts Stealing a glance upwards to check, Buffy was met by his steady gaze, and she ducked her head back down, turning her cheek to rest it on his chest. Theres presents, she said, desperate for any topic of conversation that didnt involve Spike or body parts. For us. To unwrap back at the apartment. She was floundering, and she knew it.
Knowin this group, that should be interestin he drawled. She heard his teeth click together, wondered what exactly he was doing, when he added, Hope it hasnt been too tough for you tonight.
That made her look up. Why would you say that? she said. Tonights actually been fun.
Just thought its just a little too much like Reds spell having to pretend and such He wasnt looking at her, concentrating instead on something over her shoulder.
It hasnt been that bad. The admission was quiet, unexpected, and Buffy saw the muscle twitch in the vampires cheek. She smiled, trying to lighten his mood. Besides, dont tell me youre not eating all this up. Spike the bouncer is god here, and I just know how much you hate that.
He chuckled, his arm tightening around her almost imperceptibly. Yeah, gotta admit, it does feel good to get a little respect again. Nothin like being chained in a bathtub to give a vamp a sense of his true self-worth.
The mention of vampires brought the memory of what shed seen earlier back to the forefront. In the flurry of the party, the young woman hadnt really had the opportunity to bring it up, and had tucked the observation away for future discussion. Now, though Her hazel gaze slipped to the band, alighting on the same spectacled trumpet player. If there were vampires in this place, she needed to know about it. After all, she wasnt the Slayer for nothing.
The song finished, and Spike and Buffy stayed on the floor, applauding the orchestra as they filed into the back room. Cmon, the young woman said, grabbing Spikes arm and pulling him along behind her as she made to follow the musicians.
The platinum vamp broke free, stopping in the middle of the room. Ummm the cars gointo be out front, Buffy.
Stopping and turning to look at him, the young womans hazel gaze was steady. Trust me on this one, Spike, she said evenly.
He hesitated a moment, then shrugged, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. Lead the way.
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He was easy to find, but Buffy hung back, waiting for some of the other musicians to leave before approaching him. That was a great solo, she said brightly, a warm smile on her face as he turned to look at her.
Thanks. Up close, the young woman realized that he really wasnt that much older than her, mid-twenties maybe, while the glasses gave him the appearance of someone more accustomed to libraries than nightclubs. Almost a mini-Giles, she thought.
Listen, she rushed on. I couldnt help but notice your scar Her fingers fluttered around her neck.
Behind Buffy, Spikes eyes narrowed as he tried unsuccessfully to see what the Slayer was referring to. Instead, he witnessed the young trumpet player turn beet red, immediately shifting his eyes, pulling his shirt and collar tighter around him.
Oh, that. Its nothing. My dog---.
---bit you, the young woman finished, nodding. Yeah, Ive used the puppy excuse before myself. Although I never really realized how lame it sounded until just now. She took a step closer, tilting her head slightly to expose the curve of her neck even further. I kinda get where youre coming from.
The color slowly faded from the young mans face, as his eyes darted from her scar, to her face, back to her scar again. Thats not you cant
I cant do anything about the one that did that to you, Buffy continued. But I can do something about any of them hurting other people. Just tell me where you were attacked. Ill take care of the rest.
His laugh was more of a snort, and he ducked his head. You dont have to worry about that, he said. It wasnt even in this pl His voice trailed off, not finishing the word, unable to meet her eyes.
She knew how his sentence was going to end, and the realization flared hope in the Slayers stomach. Before she could speak, however, the sound of Spikes voice came up behind her.
Well, well, well, he taunted. Looks like were not the only ones to go tumblin down the rabbit hole.
Shut up, Spike, Buffy ordered, then turned back to the musician. Maybe we should go somewhere we can talk. You know, about music and vampires maybe, fine art? I have a thing about paintings, myself.
Behind his glasses, his brown eyes searched hers before replying, Im Tony, by the way.
Buffy, and this is---.
Spike. Tony grinned. Yeah, I got it.
*************
So how long have you been here? the young woman asked, her feet dangling as she sat on the dressing room table.
About two weeks, Tony replied. Two very long and very weird weeks.
Hey, at least youre not a professional escort, Buffy teased.
You got me there. They laughed, sharing the discomfort of the situation, and Spikes frown deepened, his mood darkening.
So is the painting yours? Did that demon steal it from you or something?
No, I just thought it looked cool. Thats why I touched it in the first place. The musician frowned. What demon are you talking about?
Buffy shrugged. I got it when this little teddy demon dropped it. No big.
Sounds big to me, Tony commented. How do you come to know so much about these kind of things? The vampires, and youve got that bite
Its kinda my job.
His laugh was almost a bark. Thats L.A. for you. My folks would never believe me in a million years if I told them about some of the stuff Ive seen.
L.A.? Buffys smile faded, to be replaced by a small frown. Is that where youre from?
Well, yeah. Arent you?
Sunnydale. She looked over at Spike. Howd the painting get from L.A. to the Hellmouth?
Obviously, your little Ewok buddy stole it, the vamp replied, his words short and curt. Question is, how do we get back to the Hellmouth?
Buffy swung around to look at Tony expectantly, but the musician only shook his head. Cant help you there, he said. If I knew, Idve done it myself two weeks ago.
So were back to waitin for Rupert, Spike said, standing and stretching. Can we go now? Im knackered. Not that sittin around chewin the fat with bugle boy isnt a barrel of monkeys, but its goin to be dawn soon, and Id much prefer not to have to see it through a cloud of dust, if you get my meanin.
Oh, yeah, right. Hopping from her perch, the young woman looked up at their new confidante. How can we get a hold of you? In case we figure out how to get back home.
Ive actually got a place across the street, Tony said. No phone, though. He smiled. Us musicians dont do as well as you escorts.
Buffy laughed and immediately found her elbow being tightly gripped by Spikes strong hand. Right then, he said. Nice meetin you, see you tomorrow.
It could be worse, Tony said to their backs as they headed for the door. At least youre not alone. My girlfriends still on the other side.
A stunned Slayer stopped and turned to stare with wide hazel eyes at the trumpet player. Whatre you implying? she demanded.
Well, you two. I mean, youre He blushed. Together right?
Spike is not my boyfriend!
But, Ive been watching you and hes all and you Putting his hand over his eyes, Tony just shook his head. Forget I said anything. Im sorry. I just assumed---.
You assumed wrong, Buffy said, stressing the last word. Were just trying to keep things kosher with everyone here at the club so they wont suspect anything.
Behind the young woman, Spike stiffened, his jaw locking. When the young musician removed his fingers from his face and looked up, his gaze met that of the vampires, and he swallowed hard at the other mans almost imperceptible shake of his blond head. Of c-c-course, Tony stuttered. Just an act. Plus, they think youre single, theyll make you go back to your escorting. Makes sense youd want them to think
Its OK, the Slayer said, relaxing. Just means were getting away with it. Besides, Spikes so convincing, sometimes even I forget. She laughed, but stopped almost immediately when she realized she was the only one doing so.
There was an awkward silence as the three just looked at each other, broken only when Buffy turned to open the door. It was still a great solo, she tossed back as she exited the dressing room.
Thanks Tonys voice trailed away as he watched the pair leave, crossing to shut the door behind them as soon as their forms disappeared around the corner. With a heavy sigh, he leaned forward, closing his eyes as his brow rested on the dark wood. Shit, he thought. The paintings back in Sunnydale
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Giles was kneeling on the floor in front of his bookcase when the sharp rap at his door echoed through the quiet apartment. Come in! he called.
I come bearing fresh pastries and sugary delights, proclaimed Xander, as he pushed the door open with his hip, boxes of donuts balanced in his arms. Everything a growing boy needs to maintain that research edge.
Put them in the kitchen, please, the Watcher instructed, not even looking up from the text in his hands. I still havent managed to remove that jelly stain in the carpet from the last time you were here.
As the young man loped into the other room, Anya hung back near the doorway. So whats on the agenda today? she asked brightly. Prophecy? Mass murders? Baby-eating trolls?
Art, Giles replied and stood, pulling his glasses off to rub at his eyes. Before she disappeared, Buffy dropped off a painting she found in the cemetery.
So you still havent heard from her, huh? asked Xander from the kitchen.
The Watcher shook his head. Although Willow proposed that perhaps shes out looking for Spike. Their disappearances seem to have coincided too closely not to have some common linkage.
Distractedly, Anya wandered further into the apartment, only half paying attention to the conversation between the two men. As her fingers ran along the edge of the desk, her gaze was captured by the picture that still sat there, and all movement in her body promptly stopped, with the exception of her eyes which only seemed to grow larger and larger. Where did you get this? she asked, her voice barely a squeak.
Giles stepped to her side, looking down at the artwork. Thats the painting I was referring to, he said, his hand reaching out to pick it up.
Dont touch it! The ex-demons arm shot out, grabbing the Watchers wrist, stopping him from completing the movement. Are you crazy?
What is it, Ahn? queried Xander as he came out from the other room. Do you know something about this that maybe you should clue us in on?
The young woman laughed, rolling her eyes. You cant find Buffy, you cant find Spike, and youve got a Hroven sitting in plain view on the desk. Oh, I know something, all right. I know you can say sayonara to your Slayer