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High Stakes Series

High Stakes Series

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Published by Sammie Louise
another buffy spike fanfiction
another buffy spike fanfiction

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Published by: Sammie Louise on Apr 20, 2010
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Livin' La Vida Loca
Buffy spun around fast, kicking the vampire hard in the face. It wasan old guy. Not old in the vampire sense because he was just risingbut was old in the sense of being about 75 when he was made.Buffy cringed as he rocked backwards and hit a tree. The mangrunted and came at her again. This was always hard. Elderly andchildren vampires always gave her a wiggins. She hated dustingeither one but her ass was on the line this time. As he staggeredtowards her, she plunged the stake and turned to smile at Spike. Hehad taken to accompanying her on her hunts since Angel had lefttown. Buffy hated to admit the fact that she enjoyed hiscompany...even though she didn't like him. Much. Well, okay, hewas handy to have around, and nice to look at and well, he certainlykept things interesting."Mi vida loca." Buffy sighed. "Welcome to my crazy life." ³You lost the bet, Slayer.´ Spike smiled at Buffy. ³You didn¶t dusthim in eight seconds. You took fifteen seconds. I win!´ Buffy shoved her stake in her waistband and put her hands on herhips. ³I made it within seven seconds! Let¶s just forget the wholebet.´ The blonde vampire shook his head and chuckled. ³No deal! If youHAD staked him and won then I¶d be the one on the verge of humiliation and something tells me YOU wouldn¶t back down.´ The Slayer bit her lower lip and tried her best to look convincing, ³Yes, I would.´  ³No you wouldn¶t.´ Spike checked his watch. ³Amateur night startsin thirty minutes. We better get you signed up.´ Buffy tried her best to whimper on a moment¶s notice as Spikedragged her toward the only club in town that offered the stage toany act on Wednesday nights. She stumbled along trying to lookpathetic but as they reached the door she realized that he wouldnot relent. Tonight, the Slayer was the«Slayed. Tonight, her dignitywas going bye-bye. *Why am I even attempting to be friends withSpike?* she wondered. *It¶s not like I have ANY desire for ANYvampire. Angel¶s gone. Spike has a nice ass«STOP THAT, Buffy!*
They walked in quietly together. He had her by the elbow and ledher to the sign in desk. "This girl has amazing talent and she MUSTperform tonight."The woman who was sitting on the other side of the desk gavethem both the once over. "We're all full. No room for anyone else."Buffy sighed loudly in relief. "Oh well, there's always next time!"She whirled quickly and headed for the door.Spike caught her elbow and led her back to the desk. "You don'tunderstand, Ma'am. She has a sick child to support and really needsa shot at the prize money. Please, can't you bend the rules just alittle? I'm sure a woman as beautiful as yourself has a heart just aslovely."Buffy almost gagged. The woman he was talking to had a bee-hivehairstyle, orange lip stick and an overbite that would allow her toeat corn on the cob through a wire fence. There was no way thewoman would fall for that line of crap."Okay. I'll bend the rules." The woman gazed adoringly at Spike."She needs to go on backstage as soon as possible though and getready.""Thank you." Spike grinned widely."I get off in three hours." The woman winked a heavilyeyeshadowed eye. Dark blue no less.Spike winked back and dragged Buffy away. She protested slightly,"Look, the nice lady wants some Spike action so why don't you goprey on her instead of me?""Wrong. A deal's a deal, Buffy. A person is only as good as theirword. You'll do fine." Spike pushed her toward the stage door."Besides, I could use a healthy dose of laugh-in-your-face hysteriaand I'm sure you'll provide it smashingly.""Bastard." Buffy stomped her foot."I may be a bastard, pet, but I'm one bastard who will leave thisclub with every ounce of pride I wore in. You on the other hand..."The Slayer turned around angrily to rush away and ran smack intothe door. Spike laughed loudly, "I know you are eager to get it overwith, love, but no sense knocking yourself out just to please me."
He gently opened the door and pushed her inside. "I'll clap even if no one else does, I promise."A few seconds later Buffy was standing backstage discussing herperformance options with the stagehand. She could sing..or not.There was always juggling«if she knew how to juggle. She couldstand there and try to be a comedienne. Or she could burst intotears which is what really appealed to her. The man looked her upand down and smiled, ³Can you dance?´  ³Dance?´ Buffy shrugged. ³I can when I have to. I¶ll dance.´  ³Pick some music off this playlist and get ready. You go on next.´  ³Crap!´ Buffy grabbed the playlist and sighed. ³I¶ll dance to trackten.´ She watched from the sidelines as Spike took a seat in the front of the stage at the only table with an empty chair. The place waspacked. Buffy noticed that the stage had one of those Stripper barsgoing up the middle of it. She realized finally that they were insidethe Fish Tank, a seedy establishment that doubled as a stripclub/bingo parlor/humiliation station. She rolled her eyes as severalmen whooped and hollered for a woman who was tap dancing in astring bikini while she played her own music with a harmonica. Herbikini flew open and she just left it that way. Buffy was shockeduntil the stage guy said, ³That¶s gonna get her massive points! Thisis an adult club.´  ³Damn you, Spike!´ Buffy said under her breath. She¶d teach him.She would go out there on that stage and give it her all. She didn¶tget defeated easily. The Slayer would slay this audience. So muchfor humiliation.The emcee announced her name as the next act and she walkedslowly onstage. She was wearing tight leather pants and a silkhalter that tied around her neck and back. Buffy knew she lookedgreat and the chorus of catcalls she received only gave her courage.
µShe¶s into superstition, black cat¶s an voodoo dollsI feel a premonition, that girl¶s gonna make me fall.¶ 
 Buffy gyrated. Spike salivated. She danced like this song wasinvented for her and in a way it was. She was definitely living lavida loca everyday of her life. Spike watched from the front row.She captivated him. Her blond locks framed her face and as shewrapped her leg around the bar and gyrated against it, her eyesmet his. He had never wanted anyone so much in his life. She was a

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