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Buffy felt like a new person. Maybe that’s because she was, to some extent.
By the time Willow got back from her Aunt’s and Cordelia came home after
her family vacation in the Bahamas, neither recognized Buffy. She didn’t
know whether that was good or bad, but she was also past the point of
caring.

Her mother hated the new look, except for her hair. Buffy had gotten
numerous compliments until she walked downstairs in a pair of low-slung
jeans and a shirt that could be classified as a bra. Joyce had practically
hit the ceiling, and there was at least one fight a day over the last few
weeks, but Buffy was determined to be her own person, and right now, she was
happy with the person she had turned into.

Standing in the Bronze, drinking a screwdriver with Faith, Buffy glanced
into her glass and noticed that it was mostly vodka with very little orange
juice. A month ago, a straight drink would have sent Buffy gagging into the
women’s restroom. Now it wasn’t a normal night unless she had at least
three drinks.

“Come on, B. Let’s dance.”

Buffy allowed Faith to pull her out on the dance floor. Raising her arms
above her head and letting her hips sway seductively, the two young women
were immediately enveloped by a group of frat guys from UCSunnydale, eagerly
hoping to get their attention.

* * * * *

Walking into the Bronze with Drusilla on his arm, Spike glanced around the
area. He’d just gotten back into town that night, and Dru had immediately
wanted to go to the club, even though Spike had jetlag from hell.

“Come on, my Spike,” Dru said, using her new name for him as they slowly
walked through the club.

His eyes fell on the dance floor where he saw a blonde in black leather
pants and a red corset top, swaying seductively to the music. He couldn’t
see her face, but he felt drawn to her as she continued to move in a manner
that practically oozed sex. Seconds before she was about to turn around,
Spike felt a jerk on his arm and turned to see the angry gaze of his
girlfriend as she pulled him toward a nearby table.

With one last glance at the dance floor, Spike sighed when he saw that the
girl had been surrounded by a group of men.

* * * * *

When the song ended, Buffy gasped for breath as Faith shot her a bright
smile. Brushing off any offers they were getting, the two girls walked
toward the bar. Buffy was surprised that Faith hadn’t ditched her for one
of the guys, but it was still early.

“Can I buy you ladies a drink?”

Never one to refuse an offer, Buffy turned with a seductive smile already
firmly in place. Her eyes widened when she saw the owner of the voice
before her mask fell back in place.

“I don’t see why not,” she replied with a flirty smile.

Ordering three shots of whiskey, Buffy could almost feel her stomach turning
at the idea of more alcohol, but the tall man flashed a winning smile, and
she instantly shrugged off the feeling.

Faith accepted her shot glass before shooting Buffy a look and eyeing the
brunette man.

“I’m Buffy,” she said with a bright smile, giving the man a coy look.
“Buffy Summers.”

“Angelus O’Connor,” he replied, taking her hand and leaving a soft kiss on
it, smiling when he saw the delicate blush that colored her cheeks. The
woman was practically exuding sex, and she was blushing from a kiss on the
hand. “I’m a junior at UCSunnydale.”

“Senior at Sunnydale High,” she replied, figuring that she might as well be
honest. If he was going to leave because of her age, she preferred that it
happened now.

Angelus recognized the look on her face as she waited for a potential
dismissal, but he simply gestured at the drink in her hand. “That’s not
doing much good in the glass,” he said with a winning smile.

Buffy glanced at the shot before tilting her head back and letting the
liquid slide down her throat. Resisting the urge to make a face as the
alcohol burned through her, she immediately felt lightheaded, blinking
rapidly to try and refocus her eyes.

Turning to face the dance floor, Buffy frowned when she saw a man sitting at
a nearby table. Willing her eyes to stay focused, she studied him for a
moment before she realized that it was William. Spinning around as he
turned in her direction, Buffy grabbed Faith’s arm, jerking her away from
her conversation with a college guy.

“He’s here,” she hissed, not wanting to risk him seeing her as she let Faith
partially hide her from view.

“Who’s here?”

“William!”

“No shit? Where is he?”

Buffy pointed out the table and ducked behind her friend again as Faith
turned around.

“Damn! That’s the guy you’ve been getting your naughty on with? I can see
why you’d pine away for him. And I’m guessing the vampire he’s sitting with
is his new squeeze?”

“Yeah,” Buffy said softly. “What do I do?”

“That’s easy. Hey, you!” Buffy turned in time to see Faith yell at Angel
who was still standing a few feet away. “You know how to dance, right?”

“Well, I-“

“Great!” Faith interrupted, shoving Buffy in his direction. “She needs to
work off some frustration.”

Angelus raised an eyebrow but wasn’t about to back down from dancing with
the blonde. Holding out his hand to her, he waited until Buffy hesitantly
took it before walking toward the dance floor.

Pulling her back against his chest, Angelus moved slightly, suppressing a
groan when he felt her push against him. Sliding his arms around her waist
and holding her flush against his body, enjoying the feel of her soft curves
against him as she turned in his arms, letting her hands trail over his
chest.

“Is it working?” he whispered in her ear, smiling against her skin when he
felt her shiver.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“Working off your ‘frustration’?”

“It’s a start,” Buffy murmured, willing herself not to look over at the
table.

* * * * *

Spike looked up from his drink, already bored with the conversation with
Drusilla as she went off on one of her rants, talking to two of her friends
at the table. Spike had no interest in talking to the morons. He preferred
looking for the enticing little blonde that he’d spotted when he walked in.
He’d seen her at the bar a few minutes before, but she hadn’t been where he
could see her face.

Glancing at the dance floor, he was surprised to see her in the arms of an
overbearing oaf of a man. And he was more surprised at the flash of
jealousy he felt. ‘You’ve never even seen the chit’s face.’

Waiting until they turned, Spike nearly choked on his drink when he saw that
she was his ex-girlfriend. Her curves were shown off in a way that Spike
had never seen and her hair was shorter, falling around her shoulders. It
was more blonde than he remembered, and the way she was moving was causing
him to become painfully hard in his jeans.

‘You’re the one who broke it off,’ he tried to tell himself as he looked at
his current girlfriend before letting his gaze travel back to the blonde.
‘You wanted Dru and you broke Buffy’s heart and…bloody hell, she looks
good.’

* * * * *

“Do you want to get out of here?” Angelus whispered into her ear.

Glancing at Faith at the bar, Buffy could swear she was a mind reader as the
other girl gestured for her to go with him. “Yeah,” Buffy whispered, biting
her lip in uncertainty as he took her hand and led her toward the door.

“I’ll go get the car,” he said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek when
they walked into the alley.

Buffy nodded, slightly dizzy from the alcohol as leaned against the side of
the building. Hearing the door open and close behind her, her entire
body tensed when she heard the one voice she wished she could forget.

“Buffy?”





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