Spike had intended to get the lay of the land for a bit, maybe kill some students, that sort of fun thing, but as so frequently happened with him, he'd ended up impatient. And the Slayer was busy dancing with Harris. Spike had considered cutting in, but it seemed so obvious, and so public. He wasn't sure what Buffy would do if he just went up to her in the middle of a crowd.
He did know she'd eventually have to go to the bathroom, though. So to the bathroom he went. He took the stall furthest from the door and waited for that familiarly annoying voice to signal the Slayer's arrival.
Re: The Ladies' RoomdatingslayerAugust 6 2011, 08:37:26 UTC
Cordelia made her way into the bathroom to touch up her hair and make up after that little...whatever that was with Xander in the closet. Okay, so she knew exactly what it was but it had so not been in her plans for the evening. But apparently old habits died hard.
No puns intended.
"Well, it's not going to happen again," She said to herself, as if saying it out loud somehow would make it more true.
And with that she went to one of the mirrors, beginning to primp and straight herself out.
She, of course, had no idea who was lingering in the bathroom stalls.
Great. One of Buffy's little pals. Not the lady he was waiting for. Spike barely managed not to bang his head against the wall in frustration. Why had he thought this was a good plan, again?
Cordelia Chase. He didn't know much about her, except that she always looked smashing and wasn't very bright.
His nose twitched. Why did he smell Xander Harris? He wasn't in the room, obviously. He'd probably scream in terror at the very idea of a lady's room, which meant that Cordelia and Xander must be an item.
He poked his head out of the stall.
"You do realize how much better you could do, right? Not that I give a damn, I've just seen Fyarl demons out of Harris' league."
He could smell the fear. But she was hiding it well. He could appreciate that in a girl. He grinned at her, showing his teeth. They weren't fangs, but the promise was there.
"So why the lowered standards? Starved for options? My friends kill off all the cute ones already?"
"Of course it's not. But in case you forgot, I am evil. I don't really care about overstepping boundaries."
He moved closer, still smirking, but his eyes trailed down to her throat. Buffy generally didn't react well to people killing her friends. Then again, that's what made it so fun. Maybe it would be a good move to kill off this one. If the Slayer came into the bathroom and saw her friend lying dead and glassy-eyed on the floor, she might be thrown enough to let Spike take her down.
"Didn't forget. The whole vampires are evil thing is hard to forget living here and all." But he was moving closer and eyeing her neck which made Cordelia very, very nervous. She began to back away, toward the door now.
"Me?" She inched back a little more toward the door, trying to keep a brave face. If only she had her spatula from homecoming... "Pfft. Why would I be scared?"
"Maybe." She frowned, trying to think on her feet. "If you try to bite me I'll scream, and I'll have you know it'll totally ruin your ambush plans because I am one of the loudest screamers in school. They'll hear me."
Spike kept advancing for a moment, grinning wickedly.
...but her offer was actually pretty tempting. And waiting around to ambush her? Was getting boring. Weren't girls supposed to have tiny bladders or something?
Spike had intended to get the lay of the land for a bit, maybe kill some students, that sort of fun thing, but as so frequently happened with him, he'd ended up impatient. And the Slayer was busy dancing with Harris. Spike had considered cutting in, but it seemed so obvious, and so public. He wasn't sure what Buffy would do if he just went up to her in the middle of a crowd.
He did know she'd eventually have to go to the bathroom, though. So to the bathroom he went. He took the stall furthest from the door and waited for that familiarly annoying voice to signal the Slayer's arrival.
[for Cordelia and Buffy, but free.]
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No puns intended.
"Well, it's not going to happen again," She said to herself, as if saying it out loud somehow would make it more true.
And with that she went to one of the mirrors, beginning to primp and straight herself out.
She, of course, had no idea who was lingering in the bathroom stalls.
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Cordelia Chase. He didn't know much about her, except that she always looked smashing and wasn't very bright.
His nose twitched. Why did he smell Xander Harris? He wasn't in the room, obviously. He'd probably scream in terror at the very idea of a lady's room, which meant that Cordelia and Xander must be an item.
He poked his head out of the stall.
"You do realize how much better you could do, right? Not that I give a damn, I've just seen Fyarl demons out of Harris' league."
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She recognized him. He was that vampire, Spike. The one who had kidnapped Xander and Willow the night she fell on the rebar.
Her stomach twisted at that memory and at his words, reminding her of the slip she had just allowed to happen.
But she held her head up high, giving the patented Chase stare down, trying her best to hide the terror filling her body.
"Well duh. Xander's always been out of my league."
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"So why the lowered standards? Starved for options? My friends kill off all the cute ones already?"
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It had just been a stupid lapse in judgement, like any she had ever made regarding Xander.
She just wanted to pretend like it never happened.
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He moved closer, still smirking, but his eyes trailed down to her throat. Buffy generally didn't react well to people killing her friends. Then again, that's what made it so fun. Maybe it would be a good move to kill off this one. If the Slayer came into the bathroom and saw her friend lying dead and glassy-eyed on the floor, she might be thrown enough to let Spike take her down.
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"And if I let you go?"
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Not a great offer, but she didn't have a lot of options.
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...but her offer was actually pretty tempting. And waiting around to ambush her? Was getting boring. Weren't girls supposed to have tiny bladders or something?
"All right."
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Like she was going to linger. Getting eaten on prom night was not on her to do list.
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