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The Song is Mr. Brightside by The Killers
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I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all
He's out and wandering the streets just after sunset. Silently making his way to her house. He doesn't plan on going inside, or even telling anyone he's there. Just looking up at her window, knowing she's safe is enough for him. So he stands there, cigarette in hand, by that old tree in her front yard. Watching her window.
It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
He still remembers their first kiss. Cherishes the memory. The feeling of her soft lips dancing with his. Admittedly, the only reason she kissed him was probably because of Sweet's spell, but it was a kiss all the same. The second time it happened, he gave it his all. All of his passion and love went into that kiss and she battled him fervently. Demanding dominance. It was almost to good to be true. And it was.
Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke And she's taking a drag Now they're going to bed
So here he is, standing by that damned tree under her window. A pile of discarded cigarette butts at his feet. Staring. Wishing like hell that she'd come down to patrol. See him and let him touch her. Pull her into his embrace, but she won't. She's too proud. Blinded by the idea that she's better than him. After a while, he becomes obsessed. Nearly begging for her heart. He can't feel his own in his chest, but he swears it beats whenever she's near.
And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, letting me go
He saw them together one night. Her and Riley. At the Bronze. Nearly ripping each others clothes off. Their faces stuck together as if with glue. It shouldn't have bothered him. They were, after all, together. She hadn't even acknowledged him back then, but at that moment, he felt like putting his fists through something. Maybe a wall. Or two. Then it was that time with Angel. There was too much history between them. One kiss between them spoke volumes. Still, he would always be loyal to her.
I just can't look its killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
"Spike?" Her voice drifted down the stairs and into the basement one night.
"Buffy?" He called back from his cot. She walked down the stairs with uncertainty. Tying the rope of her satin robe together awkwardly. Spike sits up and watches her, waiting for her to speak again.
"Can I lay down with you?" She asks. Standing in front of him.
"Yeah, love." He tries to make as much room for her next to him, but that seemed almost impossible considering how small the bed was. Buffy lays down next to him. Her back pressed against his side. Looking over her shoulder, she pulls his arm around her waist. He turns on his side, rests his chin in the crook of her neck and pulls her close to him. Her fingers are entwined with his and she holds them tightly. For the rest of the night and most of the next day, they lay there. Together. Words go unspoken, but that doesn't matter. He knows that just by being there she feels the same way. And that's good enough for him.
But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
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