Title: Blue Eyed Devil Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The characters in the story do not belong to me. Feedback: Oh, I would love it! Rating: Will vary from chapter to chapter, up to NC-17 Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the lead singer for the band 'Blue Eyed Devil'. Buffy Summers is a local pre-school teacher who meets him when his band appears at a local club. Part two... Buffy's cheeks were still hot with embarrassment as the band began to play. She could feel people's eyes on her, and she'd never wanted to cut and run so badly in her life. But she could also feel HIS eyes on her, challenging her to keep her promise, and so she stayed glued to her chair. She was damned if she was gonna let this, no doubt second rate singer, chase her off like a frightened rabbit. Summoning up all her nerve, she raised her eyes and looked directly at him, ignoring the stares directed her way by the rest of the audience....and found him looking right back at her. "When she walks in the room every eye in the place turns to follow her every move..." Okay....so he wasn't a second rate singer. "She's arrived on the scene, in her diamonds and jeans. World class....she's got nothing to prove.." Actually...he was fairly talented. "It takes a long time to know her She gives it up a little at a time.." No....he was amazingly talented. "She's getting what she wants She's a popular girl Setting those hearts on fire Everybody wants to be part of her world She's a...popular girl Such a....popular girl." Oh, god....he was probably one of the best singers she'd ever heard. No wonder his first single had jumped to the top of the charts. As she watched him, she had to admit that it wasn't just the voice that he had going for him. His fingers were deft and agile as they coaxed the melody from his guitar. His hips swayed very slightly, in a suggestive manner that was all too obvious. He didn't seem to be able to stand still for very long. He prowled around the stage, making brief eye contact with a few of the female members of his audience. But every time he looked away from them, he returned his gaze to Buffy. Unexpectedly, as if he was trying to catch her in the act of not paying him the attention she'd promised. As if she could look away! "She walks down the street Knocks 'em dead on their feet With a casual nonchalance." She'd been too unnerved before to pay much attention to his looks, but now that there was a little distance between them, she could see exactly why all the girls in the club were eyeing him like a potential meal. He had white blond hair...it had to be bleached, no way it could be natural with the darkness of his lashes and eye- brows...and although he'd slicked it back, it was resisting his efforts to tame it and was showing it's natural curls. His face was almost pretty. He had beautifully sculpted cheek- bones, with a high arch to them, and a strong jaw. His complexion was on the fair side, which only added to the intense piercing quality of those blue, blue eyes of his. His left eyebrow sported a scar that looked like it had always been there...like it was supposed to be there. "When she's breaking your heart She's the state-of-the-art With license to take what she wants." But his mouth was a real work of art. Soft and sensual looking, it begged to be kissed. And she could almost taste..... "It takes a hard man to hold her.." She gasped when she heard him sing that line, staring right at her and pushing his hips forward in a thrusting motion that definitely left no need for guess work as to what he was implying. "She likes to get a little out of line." Buffy clasped her hands together on the table top, squeezing her fingers until her circulation was in danger of shutting down. "She's getting what she wants, she's a popular girl Setting those hearts on fire Everybody wants to be part of her world She's a..popular girl Such a...popular girl." She swallowed hard. How much longer was this song going to last? More importantly, how much longer was she going to be able to sit still for this? "She stands by the window, the world is her stage Each smile is her mirror, in the passing parade Passing parade." Grabbing the glass of water the waiter had set on the table earlier, she drank it down in four gulps. "And in the end, all she'll be is your friend Though passion's your lone desire.." She sat back and folded her arms across her chest, feeling oddly exposed as he stared at her. His next move, though, totally unraveled her. Her mouth dropped open as he dropped to his knees at the very edge of the stage closest to her, leaning his body back slightly, his guitar held on his upper thighs. "She's the one you can't touch You want her so much You're burning...your heart's on fire.." On fire. Apt lyrics indeed. She was actually beginning to feel more than a little overheated herself. "It takes a hard man to hold her The challenge is forever on my mind.." Buffy wiped her damp hands on her napkin, then shredded it into tiny bits of confetti in her lap. Would this song NEVER end? "She's getting what she wants She's a popular girl Setting my heart on fire Everybody wants to be part of her world She's a...popular girl Such a....popular girl.." Her eyes became wide and round. He had changed the lyric! Had stared right at her and changed the lyric of the song! People were looking at her again as the band played the closing notes of the song. Looking at her...and whispering. Okay....enough was enough. She began packing her belongings back up, shoving the evaluation forms into her satchel without considering that they were made of paper and would be hopelessly wadded up and crinkled. Grabbing her purse, she jumped to her feet and headed towards the exit. She walked swiftly, eyes glued to the door, not even registering it when someone in the audience muttered "Oh, not again!" Buffy didn't stop until she was forced to by someone behind her placing a hand on her shoulder. Ducking away, she whipped around and saw that Devlin had once again left the stage and was chasing after her. Half the audience looked intrigued and amused, the other half...not so much. Afraid that they were going to start some kind of riot, she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away from her. "Quit following me!" she snapped. Completely unrepentant, he smiled. "Give me your name and your phone number, and I will." Trapped, Buffy's eyes darted about and fastened on the ladies room door. "I'm just going to the bathroom," she said, projecting a look of sincerity blended with urgent need. "Get back up there and...do what you were doing and...and I'll write it down for you when I get back." He hesitated, then backed away a little. "All right, then." Safely locked in the bathroom, she waited until she heard the band begin to play and then bolted out the door, running to her car like a bat out of hell. As though the devil himself was on her heels.... TBC