Livin' Life in the Fastlane

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A/N

Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming! :D

I know this chapter is short, but it's an outstanding event in the story, so I seperated it from the rest.

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Chapter 2: Adrenaline

They arrived at an old deserted airfield a short ride outside of L.A. .

The remains of old rubber at the start of the roll field told stories of previous races.

Buffy's and Spike's car lined up at a weathered red line of spray paint and both got out

of their rides as well as Dawn. Willow and Xander parked their vehicles slightly behind the two contestants.

"You know that your steering wheel is at the wrong side of your car?!"

Spike commented Buffy's exit on the right side of her car in a sarcastic tone.

"Afraid of the unknown?" Buffy countered.

"No but I don't think that your little Japanese shopping cart will stand a chance

against my ride if it's not build up properly Perhaps we should change that

little deal of yours and me and say that I only use my first three gears."

Spike told her with a smirk Buffy became to acknowledge as his personal trademark.

"Somebody is talking way out of his league … " Xander song-songed in Willow's direction.

"Now Whelp, I don't think I was talking to you, do I?" Spike snarled into the man's direction.

"Race now. Testosterone fight later" Buffy said "and there will be no change in

the details of our deal. Perhaps I'm unfair 'cause I race against your

little matchbox boy toy, but I'm not that unfair that I race with full effort against you."

Slowly a slight feeling of suspicion crept up Spike's spine. He wasn't sure

why that perky little girl *that's so incredibly hot and sexy* wasn't

at least a little bit intimidated by his more than fast car.

But almost as fast as that feeling came up he shrugged it off. She wouldn't win this one.

"Okay now it's time to roll. The moment Dawn's hands go down" Buffy pointed

at her kid sister " the race is off. It ends at those two stone walls

standing at the side of the track. First one to cross that line wins.

Winner takes all" she told Spike.

Spike only nodded, got into is car and fired up his engine. Oh yeah she

would curse this day, the day she decided to step between Spike and

his career in street racing and the fame it brings with it.

Buffy smiled at Willow and Xander, who grinned from ear to ear, told Dawn

to take her place in front of the cars and got into her ride.

*Oh poor boy* she thought while smiling falsely at Spike.

*I'm going to kick her sexy ass six days from bloody Sunday* Spike told himself

over and over again in his head. No fear, no insecurities no -

he was gonna win and she would beg him not to spread the word out on

the street that the oh so high and mighty owner of Buffy Summers Racing got smoked by a newcomer.

Dawn signalled Spike for him being ready and did the same for Buffy.

Spike only nodded sternly at the cute Lil' Bit and Buffy smiled while nodding at her.

Dawn lifted both of her arms above her head - Spike blinked nervously, little drops

of sweat forming on his forehead, adrenalin pumping in his veins - waited a short

moment and let both her hands fall to her sides.

Two hands shifted into two first gears, two feet pressing down to gas pedals and two

cars starting right up to their destination with tires screeching and engines roaring.

Spike had a good start and he was about half a meter in front of Buffy.

4000, 4500, 5000, 5500 rpm - shift - second gear - oh yeah he was good

and he would win Buffy, still smiling, watched Spike start ahead

5000, 5500, 6000, 6500, 7000 - she saw Spike shifting into second gear

- 7500, 8000, 8500, 9000 rpm - herself shifting into second gear, this was to easy.

"Ha bitch, how do you digest that?" Spike screamed above the loud blare of Punk music.

The scenery outside his car started to become blurry. The only thing he saw and

concentrated on was the finish line. The spot of his fundamental victory.

The speed, the adrenaline rush, it was hilarious. He could see her begging

him not to brag about his victory. 100 meters to the victory.

Spike shifted into third gear, daring his ride for all it was worth.

The distance between his car and Buffy's becoming bigger. 60 meters to the line,

Spike shifted to his forth gear. "Ha little girl, now your out of gears

and so also out of power" Spike lived up in his upcoming victory.

"Now it's time for your lesson cute little fast-but-not-fast-enough boy"

Buffy smiled cruelly to herself. Her left hand shifting up into third gear,

returning it to her steering wheel, right foot pressing the gas pedal into

the floor of the car and in the same instant her left thumb pressing a tiny

little red button on her steering wheel.

The second the button was pressed Buffy was pushed into her seat. Her car seemed

to take a huge jump and the gap between her and Spike was shrinking at a frightening pace.

Both her rpm's and mph's running up for new world records and Buffy could feel the rush

she so desperately needed from time to time.

Adrenaline for her car, adrenaline for herself. A lethal combo when let lose.

40, 35, 30, 25 - "The winner takes it all …" - Spike was singing that bloody awful tune

in his head and so he missed that little yellow flash growing bigger in his side mirror.

20, 15, 10 - "What in the bleedin' hell - " Buffy's car was - to his surprise -

at same height as his, and she didn't seem to stop there.

He hammered his fifth gear into drive and pressed down his gas pedal.

But it was too late, they crossed the finish line, Buffy's ride mere inches in front of Spike's.

"Bloody, fucking, soddin', freezing hell" Spike screamed at the top of his lungs

"I lost, that's impossible, it can't be. For fuck's sake I LOST!"

To be continued...


Upcoming: Chapter 3: My Rules