'Spellbound' --Spike/reader part 1
Summary: Spike becomes enamored with a mysterious witch he meets at a bar, and, thoroughly obsessed, he begins stalking them, desperate to convince them to have his heart.
Tags/notes: implied stalking, reader is a witch, nothing romantic just yet but tension (I <3 tension)
This and other parts are also on my Wattpad, here. - Part 2 -
You were immediately attracted to it. The lights, the sounds, the smell of cigarettes mingling with criminally cheap bar food and the bitter taste of the cold night air.
A punk bar. who would have thought of something like that?
it was probably actually the sound of the sex pistols' "Anarchy in the U.K" blasting halfway down the street that really reeled you in. Sure, they might have been insanely popular, but if this joint played sex pistols like it was just any old thing,what other goodies might they have in their rotation? you had to find out, maybe you would even wind up seeing some up and coming punk band-- a bunch of sweaty, shouting British boys.
pushing the door in and noticing the thump of the music, the people swaying on the floor, the lack of live music- skillfully replaced by a throbbing speaker connected to a radio playing a CD. The disc in the corner of the room sputtered and the song changed as the first few notes of dancing with myself by Gen X began to play throughout the bar. You make your way slowly to the counter, eyeing the crowd of punk, goth and alternatively dressed people on the floor and the sidelines.
A nervous lightweight, you find yourself shifting your weight and taking the smallest sip from the glass in your hand, your cold fingers wrapped round the glass. slipping from the bar stool and feeling the effects of the drink almost immediately, you step over to the dance floor with an excited sway in your step. fueled by the sound of the jumpy and rushed music flooding the crowded space around you, you quickly shimmied your way around the dance floor, body moving naturally to the beat.
You dance for a moment, letting yourself get lost in the familiar sounds and melodies and allowing your body to sway and move along with the music. This wasn't all that bad, the music was all good picks and the crowd wasn't as violent as you would have expected. Plus, who would've guessed there would be a decent club on the outskirts of Sunnydale? Dancing along to the rugged beat, you found yourself sliding over to the other side of the room, your body guiding you like it had a mind of it's own. Slowly, you looked around, noticing you were in an unfamiliar part of the surprisingly large crowd.
seeing a figure looking to you from across the floor, you make your way slowly to them, the curiosity overtaking your body. you allow yourself to sway gently to the beat as you move, hips shifting along to the music as you draw closer to the figure. Not wanting to get too close, worrying that he might realize you noticing him, you decide to stand in a crowded area a safe distance away to try to get a read on what he might want.
He looked. . . vaguely dangerous, though you couldn't tell. he had a strangely imposing air to him, and the way he had been relentlessly staring at you, then blinking away like he expected you not to notice wasn't helping him much. With his long leather duster and his sharp gaze, he didn't exactly look like the most friendly guy ever, not that the crowd of people thrashing around you left you much room to see anything.
the stranger takes a deep drag of his cigarette, letting out a sharp exhale, letting his cold eyes meet yours "Bloody hell." he states, seeming to be looking you up and down, something between sizing you up and checking you out. you take a small step back.
leaning down to your level, the man said "Now."
"what's a bird like you doing in a trashy place like this?" he shook the ashes off his cigarette, stamping it out under his foot.
you blink. For some reason, you hadn't expected him to actually notice you, much less confront you. Yet, with one glance behind you, you were certain he could only be talking to you.
"Well, what's everyone else doing?" you opt for sarcasm as a small way to hide how anxious you were "Dancing. This is a club, I assume"
"y/n" he repeated, his eyes trained on your face as he tried out the sound of your name, enjoying such a simple thing "rolls off the tongue real nice, doesn't it?"
you nod, slightly unsure of yourself. "And you are?" you wince, realizing you sounded more scared than you wanted to, hoping to come off as confident
"Spike." he paused "the name's Spike."
when he says this, you look up to face him, having to crane your neck up a bit to do so, taking notice of how short you were compared to him. Finally getting a good look at him, you notice it-- the pale skin, almost translucent; the mysterious atmosphere he has. He's a vampire. Oh my god, he's a vampire. And a surprisingly nonchalant one too. He didn't seem to be acting all bite-y, wasn't immediately lunging to kill you, like most of the vampires you had met had done. Though, in your years of being a witch, you hadn't gotten the chance to meet too many vampires, not for a proper conversation, at least. Usually it was just the average vamp interfering with your magic or attacking you in the middle of the night, no tension, no words exchanged, stake to the heart, then it was all over.
This one was different, it seemed.
you shuffle a little, leaning back on your feet unsure of what to do with your realization, yet deciding it would be best that he knew you knew.
"So. . . you always kick off your days at punk themed bars?" you shoot the stranger a small smirk, trying to hide it by covering your mouth with one hand.
"Days?" he moves further into the dance floor, something that makes him look almost like a bird circling its prey. Oh, you were interesting, picking up on his nature so quickly-- he just had to know you, had to know why you had him so captivated in this moment.
"Well. . .You're perceptive, I'll give you that." he blinks down at you, aiming a quizzical glance your way. "yes, I guess it would be morning for me right now" Spike shrugs "What of it? It's not like I'm planning to hurt anyone. Well, not now at least"
you shake your head. He was way too casual, too calm in a way that felt out of place when met with the pale skin, coppery smell lingering on him, and obviously vampiric nature. You had encountered many vampires, staked a good handful of them, though none that would hang around in human places, enjoying oddly human things.
The vampire sighs "besides, this place has got some bloody good tunes" he gestures to the music with a wave of his hand
You found yourself smiling and nodding, feeling light. It was almost surreal-- He had good taste and he talked like he was a regular human, and was treating you like you were one, too. It felt like something unreal, vampire and witch, enjoying one another's company.
The night came and went far faster than you could have expected-- you saw Spike one other time, when he met you on your way out the door. Pushing a hand between you and the outside, he had offered to walk you home, said his was on the way. you declined. You weren't about to die tonight.
You left the flashing lights and pulsing music only a little more tipsy than you had been, and with only one strange vampire encounter for the night.
As you made your way home, the long night took it's toll on you and pushed exhaustion to your whole body, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, strange. the feeling didn't go away as you reached your house, turning the key in the lock.
The thought had crossed your mind that the vampire from the club could have been following you, he was a vampire after all, a creature of the night whose intentions were unknown to you. He had acted nice enough, but with the way he had been staring and lurking around the club, who knows what he might have in store for you? maybe a protection spell would be necessary once you got settled inside.
The chill of the night air around you mixed and mingled with the chill running down your spine, and as you turned your head around to check for anyone, you catch sight of a stray cigarette dropping next to a tree, but no sign of the smoker.
You decided to leave it be as you closed the door behind you-- vampire or not, he couldn't get in without permission and the protection spell you cast would do the rest for you. You wouldn't see him again. . .Would you?