Red Carpet Romance
Soundtrack: Desert Rose, Sting
Buffy wrung her hands together nervously. She stood in front of her sprawling mansion home, waiting for the four guests to arrive.
"There are two movie stars," Giles had briefed her, "Drusilla James and Liam Flannery. He goes by Angelus. There's the model, Darla Nest, and then William Collins. He's sort of an underground rock musician and an independent filmmaker. He likes to be called Spike. Now, Liam and Darla have been dating on-and-off for the past several years, and Drusilla and William have been together for about a year now. I'm really not sure what to expect. I haven't met any of them in person."
Just great. He couldn't prepare her for the four people she had never met that she was going to invite into her home. She had toyed with the idea of going online to snoop the fan sites about them for a while, before deciding firmly against it. She knew better than most anyone how twisted stories on the internet could be. There were a fair share of 'interesting' stories about her.
She was brought back to the present by the crunch of gravel beneath tires as the limousine the Council had sent to pick up the foreign stars. It pulled to stop in front of her, and she could see her own face reflected in the darkened glass. The driver hopped out quickly and pulled open the door. The first one out was a man.
He was well-built with dark, gelled hair and a smirk. He was clad in leather pants and a dark, half-open shirt. He looked around him with his dark, intense eyes and Buffy could swear the smirk intensified. He held out a hand absentmindedly and a smaller hand took it. Out climbed a shorter blonde woman, who had a rather superior look on her face and a tight skirt and sweater. Next came another woman, with long dark hair and large, strange eyes. She wore all red, lacy and almost girlish in an odd way. The last one to emerge was a second man. He was slender, with white-blonde hair, bright blue eyes and prominent cheek bones. He wore all black, including a long leather duster which must have been uncomfortably hot in the California weather.
"Umm, hi. I'm Buffy Summers. It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand. The first man stepped forward.
"Liam Flannery, but you can call me Angelus." He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips and kissed it gently, eyes glittering. He sounded vaguely Irish.
"Darla Nest." The blonde woman said, crossing her arms, clearly not pleased with Angelus' behavior.
"I'm the princess of the night," the second woman said dreamily and she did a small twirl. "I've got stars wrapped all around me."
"That's Drusilla. I'm Spike." The last man answered Buffy's questioning look somewhat roughly, wrapping his arms around the strange woman, who giggled. Both of them had British accents.
"Well, I'll show you to your rooms." Buffy's smile was mostly forced now. These were some very strange people.
"Hope you're not daydreaming about Angelus." Buffy sat up in surprise and turned to see Spike standing on the patio, blowing a plume of smoke from his cigarette.
"What? Me? Daydream?"
"He's only trying to make Darla jealous. They're bickering again," he said, still not looking at her. "He's not actually interested in you."
"And I'm not interested in him," she lied back. She wasn't really interested…but she had entertained the image of appearing at Cordelia Chase's party on his arm. He was definitely a very attractive man.
"Course not." Spike snickered and stubbed out his cigarette. "And I like to watch reality television."
"Well, excuse me Mr. Smarty-Pants, I-"
"Mr. Smarty-Pants?" He asked, eyebrows arched. She noticed he had a scar through one of them. "Are we in primary school, Miss Summers?" Buffy struggled to think of a witty retort. Something that would wipe the smirk right off his smug British face. But she came up empty.
"Now that hurt," he rubbed his chest in mock pain, a smarmy grin plastered onto his face, "don't think I could survive another biting insult like that, love." Buffy crossed her arms with a sniff and gazed out over the garden, where she could see Angelus and Darla sitting on a bench.
"Why do you call him Angelus?" She asked, not really expecting a straight answer.
"With looks like that, combined with the puppy-dog parts he gets," Spike stared out at the couple as well, eyes unreadable. "Lot of girls think he's an angel. Couldn't be more wrong. That right there's the devil if I ever saw him." Buffy stared spellbound at the man Spike called the devil. He didn't seem like a devil to her. Except of the "handsome" variety. Spike glanced over at her seriousness and a grin spread across his face. "Bloody brilliant at a party, though."
"You!" She batted his arm indignantly and he laughed at her.
"Seriously though," he sobered up and looked back at Angelus and Darla who were now kissing rather heatedly, "he can be a monster. Real heartbreaker. If I were you, I'd be bloody sure not to get moony over Angelus."
"Well, you're not me. So don't boss me around," she raised her nose into the air defiantly, but it only made him laugh again.
"You're too much, Goldilocks."
Author's Note: Yeah, shorter chapter, but I want the whole party to be in one part. Reviews make the world go 'round so…you know what to do.