**One of the first MI’s I posted a story for lissie/spike & mazzy/oz**

PART 1 Ozzy

The brunette sat in the corner of the Bronze on a comfy couch.  The glow of a coffee table’s candlelight warmed her face.  The house band, "Dingoes at My Baby" was on a break and across the room she watched their lead guitar player at the bar ordering drinks from the lovely blonde woman who graciously attended to everyone’s needs.  His back was to her, but suddenly he turned around and saw her watching him.  She blushed and he smiled approaching with drinks in his hand.  "Dewar’s, right?" he said as he gently placed her drink on the table.  "Just the way I like it", she responded.  He looked at her then with intent, his blues eyes searing her own as if he could see into her soul, at the same time revealing his own.  She shivered, her spine tingly with delight and anticipation for what was to come.  She picked up her drink and sipped it, even as he ignored his own dark glass of beer.  He spoke "Not much time.  Let’s make the most of it."  As she lowered her glass he grabbed her hand, firmly, but gently.  He held it in his own, his eyes never leaving hers.

Meanwhile…a dark, shadowy figure entered the broken down building.  ‘This ole hole has seen plenty of rough times’ he thought to himself, knowing that he had been the cause of much of that chaos.  He relished the idea of creating more..

PART 2 Ozzy

It was only a few moments but it seemed like an eternity as he held her hand in his.  She wasn’t sure if she should break away, but she told herself to go with her instincts.  She felt a kinship and a trust with him, even if it seemed irrational.  But then there was a movement behind his head that caught her eye-the flutter of a long black duster, a glimpse of blonde hair.  It distracted her.  The redheaded man noticed her attention diverted.  He followed her gaze, but still held her hand.  "Who’s that?" she asked, mildly curious.  "I know that guy," he responded. "He’s looking for a party." He paused thoughtfully before he spoke again.  "I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t look for it here."  He got up then and kissed her hand, his eyes still on her.  She blushed again and watched him casually meander back toward the bartender-the blonde one who was now flirting with the mysterious man.

PART 3  SPOZ

"Hey," said the guitarist.  The handsome blonde man turned to face him.  "Well, well, look at what we ‘ave here."  He observed the situation.  "Out for a prowl?"  He guestered in the direction that the shorter man had come from and studied his prey.  "She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?  Haven’t I seen her in here before?"  "Could be," said the wolfman as he arched his eyebrow in silent alarm.  "Why, is she your type?"  The blond man lit up a cigarette, then blew out the smoke before he spoke again.  "She must be sweet if you’re paying her mind and of course I have been known to have a hankering for the dark ones.  Still, I can’t imagine you’re ‘feeding me’ your catch."  "Quite the opposite," the young, strong man flatly replied as he scanned the crowd.  "But look there", he pointed to another pretty brunette sitting at a nearby high table.  "Could be her sister."

PART 4  SPISSIE

They stood together, a wolf and a vampire, each casting their spells on women--though both brunette, 5’2"  musically talented New Yorkers who spoke Italian-- were very different from one another.  The wolfman wasted no more time with chit-chat and he re-approached the darling he had briefly abandoned.  The blonde one thought he heard him speaking to her "Just had to take care of something."  But the black-clad hunk of the night had his own diversion.  At a nearby table she sat.  He studied her for a moment.  The wolf had seen her there before.  She’d played piano with  "The Spogue Squad" ‘Yeah, that’s right’ he recalled as he took a long drag off his fag.  ‘They play that bouncy little number "Premazzy Candy "or something like that.  Oh bugger that, what does it matter?’.  What mattered was that she was there in front of him-pale skin, innocent features, ripe for the picking.

PART 5 OZZY
The glass of Dewar’s was half full by the time the redhead returned to the coffee table where his brown beauty lounged.  His eyes rolled slightly upward, his head and hands in a gesture of apology.  "Don’t worry,"  she cooed. "I knew you’d be back."  He didn’t sit, but put his hand out to her.  "C’mon.  I wanna show you something."  She grabbed his arm and held on tightly as he led her through the crowd, up on the stage and through the curtains.  It was dark and she didn’t quite know where she was being led, but she felt safe.  He was confident and assured.  He paused outside a door.  She thought she actually saw him sniff at the air.  His senses were definitely heightened as were hers.  His hand grasped the knob.  A look, a clicking sound, and then an open door.
 

PART 6 SPISSIE

The beautiful brunette piano player seductively sipped a soda through a straw, her eyes peered overt the glass as she noticed the bemused look of the platinum blonde rogue staring in her direction.  His sunken cheeks gave his smile a devilish element and before she knew it, he was upon her like a cat to  a canary.  She hadn’t planned on meeting anyone this night, but his cockiness intrigued her.  "Out on a school night?" he entreated, "or are you meeting a study buddy?".  "No, I’m on my own." she replied simply. "I came to hear the band, but I guess the guys are on a break or…" he finished for her, "…otherwise entangled, I’m sure."  He smiled knowingly.

PART 7 OZZY

The striking brunette and the charming redhead were in a room backstage at the Bronze.  It was small, somewhat dark.  The only illumination came from a nearby black light which reflected even more off an acoustic guitar that rested in a corner.  "What is this room?" she asked.  He lifted his finger and placed it to her soft lips, hushing her.  His fingers brushed them lightly "Just listen".  He went to the corner and picked up the acoustic.  He found a nearby couch and began strumming artfully.  He looked up at her, motioning for her to sit beside him.  Drawn in by the power--his talent, she eagerly obliged.  The music was soft and sweet, but then he abruptly stopped playing and looked at her.  "That’s all I got."  He smiled then, almost shyly, his head down momentarily before rising to meet her gaze.  "I’ve been looking for inspiration."  Her arm reached across him as she grabbed the neck of the instrument and placed it aside.  He gave it up easily and leaned closer to her.  She whispered in his ear, "I think you just found it" and she began to nibble at his lobe.  Then suddenly she found herself engulfed in his animal passion.

PART 8 SPISSIE

"So the band’s disengaged" offered the blond one, "What, pray tell, should we do with you in the meantime?".  She laughed, unashamed.  "Do you always talk like that?"  For a minute, an angry look flashed across his face and she thought he would leave, but then he laughed to himself and his face seemed to lighten.  "You’re a spunky one, aren’t you.  What sort of punishment should we dole out for that lip of yours?"  Only taking him half seriously, but curious to see the outcome of events, she replied, "How about you walking me to my car.  You know school starts early tomorrow and I do have a curfew."  "Well then, " he spoke through a grin, "let’s end the night on the right note."  He chose his words carefully for the musician then offered her his arm like a gentlemen.  She hopped off her stool and led him out into the night air.

PART 9 QUICK OZZY

In the back room of the Bronze, light was dim and sound was almost non-existent  save for the heavy breathing of two entwined souls.

PART 10 SPISSIE

The night was quiet, the moon _ full, yet somehow, the piano player sensed animals of the night were howling with delight.  The scoundrel with the platinum hair walked behind her now, almost in a dance.  He circled her as he moved, watching her every step.  Her car was nearby and as she went to unlock the door, she suddenly felt his hand stroke her long, dark hair.  "Easy now, pet," he said.  He stood right behind her.  "I promise I’ll be gentle."  She couldn’t move, her legs were like jelly.  She surrendered against the car and him, feeling his coat scratching the back of her legs and the heat of his skin pressing against her.  His mouth brushed against the back of her neck…