Livin' Life in the Fastlane
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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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5,176
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33
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My Rules
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I own NOTHING (except for the plot*smile*)! Anything in this story that falls under
existing copyrights belongs to their respective owners.
A/N
Thank you all so much out there for reading and reviewing me. Don't stop!
I gotta say sorry for the following chapter with all the car detailling
but as you see Spike has to learn much about cars and so I needed to do this detailed.
(I also believe that not everybody knows the car I'm referring to in this chapter,
so I explained it)
Hugs to all, have fun! ;)
================================================================
Chapter 3: My Rules
Both Buffy and Spike returned their cars to where Dawn, Willow and Xander were
waiting with huge smiles on their faces. Spike arriving first jumped out of
his car as if on fire. Buffy's door was open before her ride even had made a full stop.
"You bitch, you cheated" Spike screamed at her
"no car in the world makes such a pace in only the first three gears."
"Wow, wow, wow my friend, you lost fair and square and because of that I am cheating?
I don't think so. I used my first three gears and I beat you. No foul so I win.
I think it's time you say goodbye to your precious toy" she told him in her business voice.
The moment Buffy tried to emerge from her seat Spike grabbed her and pressed
her flush against the side of her car, both of his hands resting on the
car's roof on either side of Buffy. "Stop lying to me, you cheated to win and you know it.
If you apologize now and perhaps give me the chance to beat you in a fair competition
I won't tell everybody who wants to know that you need to cheat to win" he threatened with a low growl.
"I told her her games would become dangerous the moment she tricked the wronrsonrson"
Willow whispered to Xander, all the while staring at the play in front of her.
"Okay Spike, now you're getting into dangerous territory. First of all, let me go.
*Although on second thought I like to be pressed to my car by an obviously very well-trained and muscular body*
Second of all you take your hands of my car, before I really have to hurt you.
*Yeah, take them of, put them on me. I think I would love to be encircled by those strong arms.*
*Stupid brain, shut up now!* "And now listen carefully.
I didn't cheat, I only used my first three gears. The problem is that you underestimated me and my ride.
If you had at least any knowledge of cars, street-racing or the scene itself
you would have known that you never got a chance, even if we raced a mile.
You accepted the deal and with that you accepted my rules. You didn't have any rules of yourself,
so they weren't set for the race. So after my rules I won and so your car belongs to me from now on.
So you hand me over your papers and go to hide back from where you came.
If you choose to break out of the deal I believe that, once the word got out on the street,
there won't be a time where you can go out on the street without constantly watching your back.
And believe me that's not something you want, I now what I'm talking about."
"So what? You think I will just admit defeat and hand over my car? I don't think so,
I thinu wiu will give me a fair chance to win back my car but this time without
cheating or using nuclear power on a mobile" he told her in a voice so low only she could hear.
"Nitrous oxide you moron, and no there will be no re-race. I won you lost,
hand over the keys and the papers, about - uhm - now!" she told him sternly.
"Otherwise you are making enemies you don't wanna deal with" she told him in the same tone.
Spike pulled out the keys and the car's papers out of his pocket and held them up. "Make me" he challenged.
"Ouch, bloody hell" he screamed mere moments later, holding his nose and slowly registering the blow
he just caught from Buffy. *Oh my god, sexy, luscious and fiercely strong. Oh my god do I want her.*
Buffy snatched the keys and the papers from his hand and gave them to Xander.
"See I told you before you shouldn't challenge me. Now go home learn something about cars,
get a new ride and if you want to lose it too, come over to my garage and I'll take it.
But please buy a good one this time. Those German imports are so hard to sell and even
harder to achieve a good price" she told him in a girly voice, all the whilelingling at him.
"Achieve a good price? You can not sell that car. It's too good to be sold to anyone.
Why sell it?" Spike asked outraged.
"Well, you see, I believe nobody in my team wants to drive that piece of crap" she said accompanied
by nods from Dawn, Willow and Xander "so it is no use for me or my team and I'm going to sell it."
"I cant bloody believe this. How am I going to get home, how do I get to work and back without a car?" he whined.
"Well you could always take the bus. It's even more friendly for mother nature" Buffy answered.
"There's no chance I could get my car back?" he begged her.
"No" she told him while all got into the cars except for Spike, Dawn driving his ride
"see ya little boy. It was easy but also nice racing you. Perhaps we will meet again. Goodbye."
"Hey wait, hey - at least take me back into town - hey …"
but Buffy Summers Racing had officially left the crime scene.
================================================================
Spike entered the shop below his flat and walked to the stairs leading upstairs.
"William, how was your day? Where's that car of yours? I didn't hear you drive to the backyard"
Rupert Giles, owner of the "Book's Resort" and father to William "Spike" Giles asked.
"Dad, it was a real bad day, I don't want to talk and I sold the car.
And don't bloody call me that poncy name. It's Spike. How often do I have to remind you to call me that"
Spike snapped into his father's direction.
"Don't you talk to me in that way boy" Giles answered in a stern voice.
"If you don't want to talk that shall be right by me, but you will respect my authority.
"'m sorry, I'll be upstairs. See you later." Spike answered in a small voice.
Entering his flat, he let himself fall onto his couch sighing heavily.
Where in the world should he get the money to buy a new car.
It would take years of work until he would be able to get a ride as good as his last one.
But when the day would arrive he would return to the bitch's garage and teach HER a lesson.
Next time they would be racing by is rules, not by hers.
No superpower embedded in a car this time, no cheating.
What did she talk about? Nitrous Oxide?! Spike went to his desk and fired up his
computer with constant access to the Internet.
Seconds later he found the website he was looking for.
It said: "Nitrous Oxide is like adrenaline for a car.
Once unleashed it brings about 100 hp more power to the car it's used on.
It raises the rpm's and with that the speed of thr rar rapidly but just for a short time."
at'sat's how she tricked me. I have to remember to put one of those systems into my new ride,
whenever I'm able to buy it" Spike told himself.
The next thing he wanted to learn about was her car. If he ever would race her again,
he must know what her ride was capable of. Only with that knowledge acquired he
would be able to face her and beat her.
"What do I know about that car? Limousine type, a Nissan, two doors and the steering wheel
at the wrong side of the car" he tried to remember. There was something else on that ride,
that seemed to be important. A detail he seemed to be missing. A name, a tag, a sticker,
he couldn't quite grab it at the moment. So he tried his luck by entering the words
Nissan and Tuning into the internet search engine.
Several pages later he found that car of hers and was gaping at the technical details
described online. He now remembered thtailtail he couldn't grab before.
Three little letters. GT-R - Gran Turismo Racing. He should have known.
He was stupid to try to beat her in her ride. He would never have stood a chance,
she was right, her car had to much power.
He kept on reading. "Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 V-SPEC II, delivered with 280hp,
capable of about 10.000 rpm. Constant four-wheel-drive with perfect traction
on nearly every surface" it said. While scrolling further down he found a section
describing the tuning possibilities. "When properly tuned the Skyline can have up
to 950hp at about 10.000 rpm. Taking the sprint from 0 - 60 mph in about 3.8 sec
it is able to race the quarter mile between 9 and 10 seconds.
"Holy shit!" he sighed. "Now I know why I lost. Let's see what the retail of one
of those is, and how to give it so much power" he still talked to himself without realizing it.
He spent the rest of the evening surfing through the Internet learning about racing and cars,
and why Japanese imports where so much better to tune up, all the while planning his
revenge on one little sexy girl called Buffy Summers.
To be continued...
Upcoming: Chapter 4: Responsibility
I own NOTHING (except for the plot*smile*)! Anything in this story that falls under
existing copyrights belongs to their respective owners.
A/N
Thank you all so much out there for reading and reviewing me. Don't stop!
I gotta say sorry for the following chapter with all the car detailling
but as you see Spike has to learn much about cars and so I needed to do this detailed.
(I also believe that not everybody knows the car I'm referring to in this chapter,
so I explained it)
Hugs to all, have fun! ;)
================================================================
Chapter 3: My Rules
Both Buffy and Spike returned their cars to where Dawn, Willow and Xander were
waiting with huge smiles on their faces. Spike arriving first jumped out of
his car as if on fire. Buffy's door was open before her ride even had made a full stop.
"You bitch, you cheated" Spike screamed at her
"no car in the world makes such a pace in only the first three gears."
"Wow, wow, wow my friend, you lost fair and square and because of that I am cheating?
I don't think so. I used my first three gears and I beat you. No foul so I win.
I think it's time you say goodbye to your precious toy" she told him in her business voice.
The moment Buffy tried to emerge from her seat Spike grabbed her and pressed
her flush against the side of her car, both of his hands resting on the
car's roof on either side of Buffy. "Stop lying to me, you cheated to win and you know it.
If you apologize now and perhaps give me the chance to beat you in a fair competition
I won't tell everybody who wants to know that you need to cheat to win" he threatened with a low growl.
"I told her her games would become dangerous the moment she tricked the wronrsonrson"
Willow whispered to Xander, all the while staring at the play in front of her.
"Okay Spike, now you're getting into dangerous territory. First of all, let me go.
*Although on second thought I like to be pressed to my car by an obviously very well-trained and muscular body*
Second of all you take your hands of my car, before I really have to hurt you.
*Yeah, take them of, put them on me. I think I would love to be encircled by those strong arms.*
*Stupid brain, shut up now!* "And now listen carefully.
I didn't cheat, I only used my first three gears. The problem is that you underestimated me and my ride.
If you had at least any knowledge of cars, street-racing or the scene itself
you would have known that you never got a chance, even if we raced a mile.
You accepted the deal and with that you accepted my rules. You didn't have any rules of yourself,
so they weren't set for the race. So after my rules I won and so your car belongs to me from now on.
So you hand me over your papers and go to hide back from where you came.
If you choose to break out of the deal I believe that, once the word got out on the street,
there won't be a time where you can go out on the street without constantly watching your back.
And believe me that's not something you want, I now what I'm talking about."
"So what? You think I will just admit defeat and hand over my car? I don't think so,
I thinu wiu will give me a fair chance to win back my car but this time without
cheating or using nuclear power on a mobile" he told her in a voice so low only she could hear.
"Nitrous oxide you moron, and no there will be no re-race. I won you lost,
hand over the keys and the papers, about - uhm - now!" she told him sternly.
"Otherwise you are making enemies you don't wanna deal with" she told him in the same tone.
Spike pulled out the keys and the car's papers out of his pocket and held them up. "Make me" he challenged.
"Ouch, bloody hell" he screamed mere moments later, holding his nose and slowly registering the blow
he just caught from Buffy. *Oh my god, sexy, luscious and fiercely strong. Oh my god do I want her.*
Buffy snatched the keys and the papers from his hand and gave them to Xander.
"See I told you before you shouldn't challenge me. Now go home learn something about cars,
get a new ride and if you want to lose it too, come over to my garage and I'll take it.
But please buy a good one this time. Those German imports are so hard to sell and even
harder to achieve a good price" she told him in a girly voice, all the whilelingling at him.
"Achieve a good price? You can not sell that car. It's too good to be sold to anyone.
Why sell it?" Spike asked outraged.
"Well, you see, I believe nobody in my team wants to drive that piece of crap" she said accompanied
by nods from Dawn, Willow and Xander "so it is no use for me or my team and I'm going to sell it."
"I cant bloody believe this. How am I going to get home, how do I get to work and back without a car?" he whined.
"Well you could always take the bus. It's even more friendly for mother nature" Buffy answered.
"There's no chance I could get my car back?" he begged her.
"No" she told him while all got into the cars except for Spike, Dawn driving his ride
"see ya little boy. It was easy but also nice racing you. Perhaps we will meet again. Goodbye."
"Hey wait, hey - at least take me back into town - hey …"
but Buffy Summers Racing had officially left the crime scene.
================================================================
Spike entered the shop below his flat and walked to the stairs leading upstairs.
"William, how was your day? Where's that car of yours? I didn't hear you drive to the backyard"
Rupert Giles, owner of the "Book's Resort" and father to William "Spike" Giles asked.
"Dad, it was a real bad day, I don't want to talk and I sold the car.
And don't bloody call me that poncy name. It's Spike. How often do I have to remind you to call me that"
Spike snapped into his father's direction.
"Don't you talk to me in that way boy" Giles answered in a stern voice.
"If you don't want to talk that shall be right by me, but you will respect my authority.
"'m sorry, I'll be upstairs. See you later." Spike answered in a small voice.
Entering his flat, he let himself fall onto his couch sighing heavily.
Where in the world should he get the money to buy a new car.
It would take years of work until he would be able to get a ride as good as his last one.
But when the day would arrive he would return to the bitch's garage and teach HER a lesson.
Next time they would be racing by is rules, not by hers.
No superpower embedded in a car this time, no cheating.
What did she talk about? Nitrous Oxide?! Spike went to his desk and fired up his
computer with constant access to the Internet.
Seconds later he found the website he was looking for.
It said: "Nitrous Oxide is like adrenaline for a car.
Once unleashed it brings about 100 hp more power to the car it's used on.
It raises the rpm's and with that the speed of thr rar rapidly but just for a short time."
at'sat's how she tricked me. I have to remember to put one of those systems into my new ride,
whenever I'm able to buy it" Spike told himself.
The next thing he wanted to learn about was her car. If he ever would race her again,
he must know what her ride was capable of. Only with that knowledge acquired he
would be able to face her and beat her.
"What do I know about that car? Limousine type, a Nissan, two doors and the steering wheel
at the wrong side of the car" he tried to remember. There was something else on that ride,
that seemed to be important. A detail he seemed to be missing. A name, a tag, a sticker,
he couldn't quite grab it at the moment. So he tried his luck by entering the words
Nissan and Tuning into the internet search engine.
Several pages later he found that car of hers and was gaping at the technical details
described online. He now remembered thtailtail he couldn't grab before.
Three little letters. GT-R - Gran Turismo Racing. He should have known.
He was stupid to try to beat her in her ride. He would never have stood a chance,
she was right, her car had to much power.
He kept on reading. "Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 V-SPEC II, delivered with 280hp,
capable of about 10.000 rpm. Constant four-wheel-drive with perfect traction
on nearly every surface" it said. While scrolling further down he found a section
describing the tuning possibilities. "When properly tuned the Skyline can have up
to 950hp at about 10.000 rpm. Taking the sprint from 0 - 60 mph in about 3.8 sec
it is able to race the quarter mile between 9 and 10 seconds.
"Holy shit!" he sighed. "Now I know why I lost. Let's see what the retail of one
of those is, and how to give it so much power" he still talked to himself without realizing it.
He spent the rest of the evening surfing through the Internet learning about racing and cars,
and why Japanese imports where so much better to tune up, all the while planning his
revenge on one little sexy girl called Buffy Summers.
To be continued...
Upcoming: Chapter 4: Responsibility