Prompt: Pretty Vacant
My first post here, so forgive me if I get it wrong. The fic below the cut is unbetad, so if there are any errors, please point them out. Once my buddy seductivembrace has given it the once over, I'll fix anything she finds. For now, hope you enjoy...
TITLE: OH SO PRETTY
CREATOR: spikesdeb
RATING: G
SETTING: S2 BTVS, DURING SCHOOL HARD
SUMMARY/PROMPT: 'PRETTY VACANT'
Spike prowled through the sweaty, hormone-heavy crowd, sniffing the air and trying to sense her. He knew she'd be here, the Anointed One's minions had tracked her and curried favour by offering the information to him. He even had a vivid description of her from a sallow fledgling who'd crowed about knowing the Slayer. Spike had coaxed the description from him then squeezed his idiot neck until he dusted; the only time a vampire should be boasting about knowing the Slayer was when he'd feasted on her life-blood, not when he'd been mooning around town after her marvelling at her preppy blonde hair.
He stilled and swivelled his head towards his prey. There was no mistaking her, even camouflaged as she was among the tanned and preened children surrounding her. Spike felt a lazy smile creep onto his face.
The Slayer was swaying to the music, arms above her head, giggling and flirting with a dark-haired boy. A red-headed girl couldn’t quite get the beat and seemed a little put out at the attention the boy was giving to the Slayer - but Spike couldn't blame him for that. Her sun-kissed limbs were taut yet still had the fleshy curves that betrayed her youth, her tanned stomach muscled and smooth where it peeped out from beneath her top as she danced. Her face was rounded with puppy fat although he could see the beauty she would become in time, and her hair was long and blonde and fashionably cut, and clearly enhanced by more than just the sun.
He caught some of her conversation, even above the music and the din. Shoes. Fashion. Boys and school. The usual teenage claptrap.
Pretty. And vacant. The ideal Slayer in his book.
Oh, he could dance all night with this one.
Spike nudged the vampire in front of him and nodded to him that he should move things along. Watching from the shadows, he smiled smugly when the Slayer fell for the ruse he'd put in motion, the avenging angel rushing outside to save the poor innocent from the nasty bad demon. Delicious. He could anticipate her every move, enjoying planning how long to keep her alive as he ambled outside to watch the show.
She was lithe and resourceful and a joy to watch as she fought, and if it hadn't been for the damn fool minion turning to him and letting on that he was there, Spike could have observed unseen and kept the element of surprise on his side.
No matter. She knew now, and she knew that he knew who she was. He doubted she'd be able to find out much about him before she had to face him, and if she did it would probably turn her little girl knees to jelly. All the easier to pry them apart...
Spike felt his mouth water in anticipation as he made his way back to Dru, hoping his sire would be sparked out cold so that he could savour the memory of his first meeting with his next dead slayer without her babbling. He started whistling, that became humming and finally throaty singing as he walked.
"You're so pretty, oh so pretty...you're vacant."
He laughed. Slight change in the Sex Pistols lyrics and he had the Slayer's theme tune. What had started out as a forced visit to a hellhole looking for a cure for Dru had taken on a whole new aspect. He was looking forward to the dance. In fact, bugger St Vigeous; he'd be surprised if he managed to wait until sundown tomorrow before he laid his hands on her hot little body.
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