Standing in the rain
DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't own them but I will play with them I love the
Buffy chars!
New York 2000
My head it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile have now become my curse
Tight lips, Red Shirt the never-ending street
Big car, little man my lover for a fee
It was a typical night for Spike Miller standing outside in the pouring rain waiting for some freaky guy to pick him up for a quick shag and some money. Before he'd gone out that night he made sure he got god and high, he'd been selling his ass on the streets since he was 15, been hooked on heroin since he was 10. The 20 year old couldn't remember much about his life prior to moving to New York but he did have foggy memories of an older brother that protected him when he could but he wasn't able to on that fateful night in 1983 when those people came and took him. He couldn't remember his name from before but he knew that something had been off when he was raised in New York being beaten and raped all his young life, then turned onto heroin at age 10, he used to go to school high on the drug and yet still managed to pull down good grades up until he was forced to quit school at 15 and hit the streets to make money.
So if ya see me will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch that twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me well I guess I want you
Oh Pretty baby how could you!
He tried to think back on the dream he'd had last night, a woman with curly brown hair and nice eyes calling him her pretty baby. Cooing to him he was a small child, there was a man that had his eyes the same piercing blue as his own that held the brother in his lap, It was too much Spike jumped awake and searched for his syringe and junk, shooting the stuff into his arm he drifted back into a dreamless sleep that time. Now he stands out on his usual corner in tight black jeans and a red silk shirt with half the buttons undone, the rain having soaked him so the shirt is clinging to his upper body, watching as cars drive by him and men look him over as they pass by.
Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby. Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles rain drops
Running through my veins
For years he wondered why he'd been cursed with Drusilla and Angel as parents they certainly didn't deserve kids especially Angel who'd been the one to force the boy out to the streets. Spike lived on his own now but Angel still pimped his boy out. He ran his hands through his short platinum blonde hair and sighed sadly as the rain continued to beat down on him, praying that noone stops tonight sure he'd take his lumps from Angel for not making any money for him tonight and no doubt would be laid up in bed for a few days later once the large Irish man was done with him.
My head it hurts, each day it's getting worse
No sun, my room has now become my hearse
Cold sores, I'm beat, got bruises on my feet My pride, these men have taken it from me!
It was around 2am when Spike showed up at home again, he knew instinctively that his "father" was there because the man was always there, it didn't matter how many times Spike tried to get away Angel always found him and punished him. The boy walked in the door and looked up seeing the hulking Irishman looming over him "Where's my money Spike?" the boy swallowed hard and looked down "there was no business tonight da" Angel grew angry at the boy's answer and backhanded him so hard that the boy flew across the room and hit the bed "You didn't bother to go out did ye spike? Just hid in an alley an' let the rain fall an ye didn't ye boy?" Spike shook his head "no I swear I was out. Noone was buyin' noone stopped" He barely got the sentence out when he was lifted up and slammed face first into the wall "Yer lyin' boy" Spike shook his head "No I'm not.." he was cut off by his head being slammed against the wall then felt the pressure ease as Angel let him go "Strip boy" The boy sighed and started to take his clothes off, yes it was going to be a long night.
So if ya see me, will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch that twinkle inside your eye? And if ya want me, well I guess I want you Oh Pretty baby how could you!
Spike awoke with a start the next morning groaning in pain from the abuse of the night before but also from a dream, a recovered memory he thought he'd heard someone on TV say once. The dream seemed so real like he'd been there, he remembered a town called Sunnydale, a mother named Jenny, father Rupert, And a brother named Xander, he remembered following Xander around calling him "xanny", his brother was older he was safe back then. 'Til Angel showed up. Spike decided that it was for the best if he just kept trying to recover memories until he remembered his last name and then maybe, just maybe he'd be able to find his real family and get the hell out of this hellhole.
Standing in the rain... Milk carton mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles, rain drops Running through my veins
Once Spike had woken up he trudged into the kitchen to get a drink once he opened the fridge he saw it was empty and groaned moving to get dressed and grab groceries. He quietly walked through the aisles of the grocery store stopping to grab a carton of milk he froze when he saw a picture of himself as a child staring back at him from the side of the milk carton. He read over the stats, his name was William Giles, missing from Sunnydale California since 1983 when he was three. The young man just picked up the milk carton and dialed the number provided for the center for missing and exploited children giving his information to the people, telling them that he thought he might be this child that went missing, he gave the address of his crappy little apartment and the police met him there, at first they thought they were searching for the boy and almost arrested him until he perked a scarred eyebrow and explained again that he thought he was this boy. He was taken to the police station for the mandatory fingerprint and DNA testing when everything came back to be so they questioned him as to who took him and he told them about Angel and Drusilla Miller and everything they'd done to him. A group of officers were dispatched out to arrest the two.
So if ya see me will ya just drive on by Or wil I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if ya want me, well I guess I want you OH PRETTY BABY HOW COULD YOU!
He'd been at the police station a few hours and was still there when Angel and Dru were brought in and booked, Angel started going off claiming that the boy was just a sorry excuse for a junkie and that he was a hustler to boot, the cops looked to Spike who nodded a bit then smirked at Angel "Tell them who got me hooked on the junk Angel? Tell 'em how old I was when you shoved a needle in my arm and sent me to school high, Tell 'em who forced me on the streets at 15 to sell my ass so you could 'ave money" The older Irishman growled at him "This isn't the end boyo!" Spike just sighed and shook his head looking to the cops "you got any reason to arrest me right now?" the officers shook their heads "no William we don't. Someone has called your family and they're on their way here. You should go on home and get some rest they'll be here by morning" Spike nodded and got up stretching as he headed out, he made his way back to his rathole apartment and was surprised to see his Friend Willow there when he got there, he smiled a bit "'ey there luv!" Willow jumped up and ran to him hugging him close "Is it true what they said? You were taken from your family when you were little by Angel?" he nodded "yes pet. Its true an' 'e and dru 'ave been arrested for it. I get to meet me real family tomorrow..you wanna be there with me please?" Willow smiled at him "ofcourse baby. You know I'd do anything for you" Spike chuckled "'cept marry me and take me away from 'ere" she laughed a little "I tell you what. If you decide to leave New York to go be with your family then I'll come with you. I've got nothing here without you anyways" Spike nodded "alright then. Oh don't be surprised if they start calling me William. Apparently that's me real name" Willow smiled and touched his cheek "I know sweetie. Its all over the news because usually after a certain time they expect the child to be dead. I saw your older brother talking to the press he said they never gave up hope that you'd be back with them some day. They had however hoped it was sooner than now" Spike chuckled and pulled her down on the bed hugging her close.
Standing in the rain Milk carton mug shot baby Mother I have lost my way
The two friends lay on the bed talking until late in the night, Spike was terrified "What if they decide I'm too much trouble..what if they don't want me I'm obviously not who was taken from them. I'm just y'know damaged goods now" Willow shook her head "Spike I have a feeling that your family will have no problem with what you've been through. They were so obviously in pain that you'd been taken and had a great weight lifted from their shoulders when you'd been found. They didn't need to think that you were dead. Or in pain anymore all that mattered was that their son was alive and coming home" he nodded "I look sickly though don't I?" Willow chuckled "well maybe they'll feed you. And help you get clean. They love you Spike everything is going to be fine, I promise"
DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't own them but I will play with them I love the
Buffy chars!
New York 2000
My head it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile have now become my curse
Tight lips, Red Shirt the never-ending street
Big car, little man my lover for a fee
It was a typical night for Spike Miller standing outside in the pouring rain waiting for some freaky guy to pick him up for a quick shag and some money. Before he'd gone out that night he made sure he got god and high, he'd been selling his ass on the streets since he was 15, been hooked on heroin since he was 10. The 20 year old couldn't remember much about his life prior to moving to New York but he did have foggy memories of an older brother that protected him when he could but he wasn't able to on that fateful night in 1983 when those people came and took him. He couldn't remember his name from before but he knew that something had been off when he was raised in New York being beaten and raped all his young life, then turned onto heroin at age 10, he used to go to school high on the drug and yet still managed to pull down good grades up until he was forced to quit school at 15 and hit the streets to make money.
So if ya see me will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch that twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me well I guess I want you
Oh Pretty baby how could you!
He tried to think back on the dream he'd had last night, a woman with curly brown hair and nice eyes calling him her pretty baby. Cooing to him he was a small child, there was a man that had his eyes the same piercing blue as his own that held the brother in his lap, It was too much Spike jumped awake and searched for his syringe and junk, shooting the stuff into his arm he drifted back into a dreamless sleep that time. Now he stands out on his usual corner in tight black jeans and a red silk shirt with half the buttons undone, the rain having soaked him so the shirt is clinging to his upper body, watching as cars drive by him and men look him over as they pass by.
Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby. Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles rain drops
Running through my veins
For years he wondered why he'd been cursed with Drusilla and Angel as parents they certainly didn't deserve kids especially Angel who'd been the one to force the boy out to the streets. Spike lived on his own now but Angel still pimped his boy out. He ran his hands through his short platinum blonde hair and sighed sadly as the rain continued to beat down on him, praying that noone stops tonight sure he'd take his lumps from Angel for not making any money for him tonight and no doubt would be laid up in bed for a few days later once the large Irish man was done with him.
My head it hurts, each day it's getting worse
No sun, my room has now become my hearse
Cold sores, I'm beat, got bruises on my feet My pride, these men have taken it from me!
It was around 2am when Spike showed up at home again, he knew instinctively that his "father" was there because the man was always there, it didn't matter how many times Spike tried to get away Angel always found him and punished him. The boy walked in the door and looked up seeing the hulking Irishman looming over him "Where's my money Spike?" the boy swallowed hard and looked down "there was no business tonight da" Angel grew angry at the boy's answer and backhanded him so hard that the boy flew across the room and hit the bed "You didn't bother to go out did ye spike? Just hid in an alley an' let the rain fall an ye didn't ye boy?" Spike shook his head "no I swear I was out. Noone was buyin' noone stopped" He barely got the sentence out when he was lifted up and slammed face first into the wall "Yer lyin' boy" Spike shook his head "No I'm not.." he was cut off by his head being slammed against the wall then felt the pressure ease as Angel let him go "Strip boy" The boy sighed and started to take his clothes off, yes it was going to be a long night.
So if ya see me, will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch that twinkle inside your eye? And if ya want me, well I guess I want you Oh Pretty baby how could you!
Spike awoke with a start the next morning groaning in pain from the abuse of the night before but also from a dream, a recovered memory he thought he'd heard someone on TV say once. The dream seemed so real like he'd been there, he remembered a town called Sunnydale, a mother named Jenny, father Rupert, And a brother named Xander, he remembered following Xander around calling him "xanny", his brother was older he was safe back then. 'Til Angel showed up. Spike decided that it was for the best if he just kept trying to recover memories until he remembered his last name and then maybe, just maybe he'd be able to find his real family and get the hell out of this hellhole.
Standing in the rain... Milk carton mug shot baby Missing since 1983 Standing in the rain 20 years of dirty needles, rain drops Running through my veins
Once Spike had woken up he trudged into the kitchen to get a drink once he opened the fridge he saw it was empty and groaned moving to get dressed and grab groceries. He quietly walked through the aisles of the grocery store stopping to grab a carton of milk he froze when he saw a picture of himself as a child staring back at him from the side of the milk carton. He read over the stats, his name was William Giles, missing from Sunnydale California since 1983 when he was three. The young man just picked up the milk carton and dialed the number provided for the center for missing and exploited children giving his information to the people, telling them that he thought he might be this child that went missing, he gave the address of his crappy little apartment and the police met him there, at first they thought they were searching for the boy and almost arrested him until he perked a scarred eyebrow and explained again that he thought he was this boy. He was taken to the police station for the mandatory fingerprint and DNA testing when everything came back to be so they questioned him as to who took him and he told them about Angel and Drusilla Miller and everything they'd done to him. A group of officers were dispatched out to arrest the two.
So if ya see me will ya just drive on by Or wil I catch that twinkle inside your eye And if ya want me, well I guess I want you OH PRETTY BABY HOW COULD YOU!
He'd been at the police station a few hours and was still there when Angel and Dru were brought in and booked, Angel started going off claiming that the boy was just a sorry excuse for a junkie and that he was a hustler to boot, the cops looked to Spike who nodded a bit then smirked at Angel "Tell them who got me hooked on the junk Angel? Tell 'em how old I was when you shoved a needle in my arm and sent me to school high, Tell 'em who forced me on the streets at 15 to sell my ass so you could 'ave money" The older Irishman growled at him "This isn't the end boyo!" Spike just sighed and shook his head looking to the cops "you got any reason to arrest me right now?" the officers shook their heads "no William we don't. Someone has called your family and they're on their way here. You should go on home and get some rest they'll be here by morning" Spike nodded and got up stretching as he headed out, he made his way back to his rathole apartment and was surprised to see his Friend Willow there when he got there, he smiled a bit "'ey there luv!" Willow jumped up and ran to him hugging him close "Is it true what they said? You were taken from your family when you were little by Angel?" he nodded "yes pet. Its true an' 'e and dru 'ave been arrested for it. I get to meet me real family tomorrow..you wanna be there with me please?" Willow smiled at him "ofcourse baby. You know I'd do anything for you" Spike chuckled "'cept marry me and take me away from 'ere" she laughed a little "I tell you what. If you decide to leave New York to go be with your family then I'll come with you. I've got nothing here without you anyways" Spike nodded "alright then. Oh don't be surprised if they start calling me William. Apparently that's me real name" Willow smiled and touched his cheek "I know sweetie. Its all over the news because usually after a certain time they expect the child to be dead. I saw your older brother talking to the press he said they never gave up hope that you'd be back with them some day. They had however hoped it was sooner than now" Spike chuckled and pulled her down on the bed hugging her close.
Standing in the rain Milk carton mug shot baby Mother I have lost my way
The two friends lay on the bed talking until late in the night, Spike was terrified "What if they decide I'm too much trouble..what if they don't want me I'm obviously not who was taken from them. I'm just y'know damaged goods now" Willow shook her head "Spike I have a feeling that your family will have no problem with what you've been through. They were so obviously in pain that you'd been taken and had a great weight lifted from their shoulders when you'd been found. They didn't need to think that you were dead. Or in pain anymore all that mattered was that their son was alive and coming home" he nodded "I look sickly though don't I?" Willow chuckled "well maybe they'll feed you. And help you get clean. They love you Spike everything is going to be fine, I promise"