Cinder Summers Chapter 2
OK so still no summary for this but you can catch the first chapter here
Again i say its not a Cinderella remake.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Buffy loved Mondays. To the outside world it was a weird day of the week to love, but she did. More than the day itself, she loved Monday nights. It was the only night of the week where the only drink order she had to get was her own.
The Hampton’s party scene always took the night off. Not wanting to use the traditional Sunday as a day of rest, they set there own rules and made Monday a party free zone. So no carrying trays, no taking orders from and no cleaning up after the towns so called biggest and brightest.
It was her night to feel free, to let the stress and worry of her life melt away. And nothing helped her achieve that more than dancing, well, maybe tequila--both of which she could get at The Bronze. Which was were she was currently on the dance floor, enjoying the buzz from both the music and said tequila.
She looked over at her friend from college, Willow, who had--for reasons Buffy couldn’t quite figure out--wanted to stay with her and her mom over the summer, instead of going back home to her folks. She’d been able to get her a job easily, so the two of them were muddling through the summer party season together.
Buffy was grateful to have a friend around. To have so many familiar faces around her in this town but of them no real friends somehow made her loneliness more intense, almost palpable. Having no friends she could cope with, but to have so many old ones looking through her--as though she didn’t exist--was harder to cope with.
“I’m going to get a drink, do you want another?” Willow asked.
Buffy shook her head. “No thanks, any more and I’ll be up on that table.” They both laughed as Willow went to the bar of a drink.
She closed her eyes and let the music take her away.
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me i broke apart my insides, help me i've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
The minute William “Spike” Worthington III walked into the Club he felt at ease. It was the first time he’d felt comfortable since he’d arrived at this stuck-up white bread town. He smiled to himself as he inhaled the familiar odour of stale cigarette smoke and alcohol. It had taken him a while to find this place but he knew even the best of places had a bad side of town.
He’d dumped his formal attire and suited up into his usual clubbing gear. The clothes had been packed at the back of his suit case, partly hoping to find somewhere to wear it and partly to piss his father off.
Spike made his way over to the bar and ordered a double scotch, his first real drink since arriving. The cat’s piss they called champagne did not count in his opinion. He closed his eyes and savoured the flavour as it poured down his throat. When he opened them a moment later the air was knocked out of him by the vision before him.
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex i can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
He was starting to think he’d made her up. It had been almost a week since they’d met on the beach. Spike’s thoughts had been consumed by her. Not by her beauty, although that was a given, but the way she’d spoken to him. His first, and only, real conversation.
Watching her hips sway to the music he was instantly captivated. She seemed so free, not caring who was watching or why. He made his way over to her, lightly placing his hands on her hips.
“Hello cutie,” he whispered in her ear.
She spun around in a flash, her eyes full of rage.
“Hey Mr Grabby, take your hands elsewhere.” It took her a few seconds to realise who he was.
It was bleach boy from the other night. Not that she would ever admit it even to herself she’d been looking out for him at work the past couple of nights. Trying hard not to be disappointed when he wasn’t there.
“Listen Brit boy, the girls back over in London might go for the grabby caveman routine but not here in the US of A. We have laws against that sort of thing.”
Spike laughed as she crossed her arms over her chest. He could’ve sworn he saw her expression soften for the briefest of seconds. However as soon as she placed her hands on her hips he knew he was in trouble.
“If they arrest me will you put on the handcuffs?”
Buffy was trying really hard to be angry but there was something about his laugh that made her smile. Before she knew it the sound of their laughter was almost as loud as the music itself.
“You got the night off too?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah, I swear if I go to another one of those parties I will loose IQ points. Can I by you a drink?”
Spike wondered to himself how he could feel so at ease with someone he’d just met. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact she was like no-one else he’d met before. She didn’t cling to him or his every word like all the other girls he had met in this town. Her smile, her laugh, it was genuine, something that was very rarely found in his world.
“No thanks, I’m good. And don’t worry about it, after a few more you’ll grow immune.”
“Drinks or parties?” he asked.
“Both.” They laughed as they made their way over to the bar.
“So are you working the Chase party tomorrow night?” Buffy asked as she sat on bar stool.
“I guess you could call it working,” Spike laughed as he tried to attract the barman’s attention.
“Look, you seem a nice guy and all but I think I’m going to go.” Spike stopped her as she got down from the bar. “Wait, where’s the fire? I thought we could have a drink, talk some more.”
Buffy looked into his eyes. She could easily loose her self in them, in him. It made her need to get away more urgent than ever.
“I don’t think us being friends is going to work.”
“Who says I want to be friends?”
Buffy pushed the butterflies that had suddenly flown into her stomach back.
“Listen, that world you want to be a part of, I’ve been there, seen what it can do to a person. I don’t want to stand here and watch it happen to you. Don’t let them change who you are. They think they’re better than everyone else, but deep down they are just as unsure as the rest of us.”
Before Spike had a chance to explain Buffy was gone.