Buffy the Vampire Slayer Preferences + imagines/one shots

Spike - Halloween

ik it's been a while... i hope you like it :)

It's hot. Like, really hot in here. Although the cold outside is enough to make my ears turn red, The Bronze is heaving with bodies tonight, most of them alive and warm. The vampires that usually creep around the club and surrounding streets are taking the night off because it's Halloween - the one night a year when I actually feel safe in this town. 

Well, safe from monsters, that is. Not safe from drugged drinks or dodgy men or the biting cold. I don't have time to worry about that, anyway. Tonight is for fun.

I've had a few drinks and feel pleasantly buzzed, snuggled in that sweet spot where I don't care what other people think, but also have enough self-control to not do anything completely idiotic. Xander and Willow are dancing near the stage and I wade my way over to them, tapping Will on the shoulder. 

"Hey!" she smiles, half-shouting so I can hear, "We were wondering where you'd got to!" 

Their costumes look great. Xander's shirt is the exact same colour as Shaggy's and Willow's effortlessly pulling off the nerdy-chic look, although she must be boiling in that orange sweater. 

"I had to repair my skirt. I snagged it just before I left."

I show her the safety-pin (that I haven't bothered to hide) that is currently keeping my cyan skirt in one piece. I wish I'd just got blue pants, but at the time, I thought a skirt would look cuter. If it's even possible to make Fred from Scooby Doo cute.

"Your costume looks great though," she says, "Now the gang's complete!"

"Almost. Where's Buffy?"

As if I summoned her, she appears behind me and shouts "Boo!" although the creep-factor is lost in the noise of the band. 

"Hey, Daphne," I smile, admiring her purple dress, "You look adorable."

"Well, thank you," she smiles, pulling on some cat-eye sunglasses. "Shall we dance?" She offers me a hand.

"I think we shall." 

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I decide to take a break when I reach the brink of dehydration. "Does anyone else want a drink?" I shout to my friends. 

I don't know if it's because they're fine, or because they didn't hear me, but they keep on vigorously grooving to the music. Still, I make my way over to the bar and cool myself down with an ice-cold coke. I could go back to the dance floor, but I choose to sit out and watch for a good quarter of an hour. Watching people dance, eavesdropping on the flirts by the bar and appreciating all the costumes is just as entertaining.  

Then he walks in.

I do a double take, because he, of all people, will vouch that vampires don't like Halloween. But, alas, that's definitely him. I don't know anyone else in this town with hair that white. 

His face is smugger than usual - he's basically smouldering - as he heads over to the bar. He doesn't spot me at first, sitting at the other end, and I watch him watch my friends on the dance floor. He scans the rest of the crowd and my breath hitches when his eyes land on me. He winks at me before turning to the bartender, ordering himself a drink.

I wonder why on Earth he'd show up here on a day like today. It's unlike him, not to mention entirely hypocritical.

The bartender slides a cocktail over to me which I definitely didn't order. 

"From the Billy Idol wannabe."

I glance up. 

Then, it hits me. I know why he's doing this. God, he's the worst.