Lose
Your Way
Written and performed by Sophie B. Hawkins
I have no confidence
And I can't see why I should
But I could do most anything for you
And you know I would
I try too hard and
Then I give up way too easily
I'm the runner-up inside of you
And you're the winner inside of me
(chorus)
Lose your way
And I will follow
Here today
And here tomorrow
Like my freedom I know
I'll never let you go
I still wish on the evening star
And I s'pose I always will
Every child loses something
A whole life can't fulfill
And when you cry I feel the sky
Burst open in my veins
If loving you makes a slave of me
Then I'll spend my whole life in chains
Lose your way
And I will follow
Here today
And here tomorrow
Like my freedom I know
I'll never let you go.
Walk the line
I'll walk inside you
Change your mind
Let your love decide you
It's the reason I know
You'll never let me go
Never let me go.
Lose your way
And I will follow
Here today
And here tomorrow
Like my freedom I know
I'll never let you go.
Walk the line
I'll walk inside you
Change your mind,
Let your love decide you
It's the reason I know
You'll never let me go.
Buffy made her way through rows of tombstones. A stake that Xander had whittled for her was firmly clutched in one hand. She was dressed in standard slaying attire…a pair of tight fitting jeans and a long sleeve shirt. An oversized leather duster fell to the petite slayer's ankles. Its familiar aroma provided comfort for the Slayer on lonely nights of patrolling. It had been four months since the owner of the leather duster had worn it. Still, the duster carried his scent. The scent of cigarette smoke, a cool night breeze, and the faint lingering of vanilla--her scent. The scent that had become part of his just as the Vampire's leather duster had become a trademark Buffy coat. The Slayer made herself comfortable on a tombstone of the Apple family and thought back to the first time she had seen the coat's owner wearing his duster. The first time she had fallen in love.
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The Slayer patrolled Mount Sharon cemetery. The night was dead….literally. It had been slow the past couple of weeks. Partly due to the approach of summer, which always meant that vampire's tended to migrate to places that stayed darker longer, and partly because just a few weeks before the slayer had defeated a master. News of her victory had sent fledglings running, and deterred many vamps from entering LA.
Buffy took a seat on top of a random tombstone, waiting for a sign of unlife. It came in the form of him.
"Well hello love," A deep voice coming from behind the slayer said. Buffy hopped off the tombstone she had been sitting on and whipped her head around so that she was facing the voice. "Out for a stroll?" The owner of the voice questioned conversationally.
He was gorgeous. Even knowing that he was a demon the slayer couldn't help but admire him. His hair was bleached blonde, so light it was almost white, his cerulean blue eyes matched the hair perfectly, offsetting its pale color. Buffy's eyes moved downwards and stared at the vampire's well defined cheekbones. His abs, hidden beneath a flowing leather duster and tight black shirt were obviously well defined, as were his arms. The vampire wore loose fitting back jeans and combat boots. A cigarette dangling from between pale, pink lips completed the ensemble. But it was more than just his sleek body that Buffy found herself drawn too. The vampire radiated power. It wafted off him as if traveling with the cloud of cigarette smoke that he blew. The slayer's musing was interrupted when the vampire spoke.
"So are you going to stare all night love, or are we going to fight?" Spike asked conversationally. However, in truth he didn't mind the slayer's staring one bit, as he had been doing the same. He wasn't confused by his reaction to the petite blonde. It was perfectly normal. He hadn't been with a woman since Drusillia, his dark goddess, and the slayer was pretty enough. Blonde hair fell in waves below her shoulders, framing an angelic face complete with hazel eyes and slightly rosy cheeks. However, he was tired of looking. Rumors of the slayer's power had traveled all the way to England, where Spike had been staying. Normally he wouldn't have bothered listening to the talk. However, tales of his slayer intrigued him. It was rare that a slayer with only one year of experience survived a fight with a master vampire. Hell, it was rare that a slayer lasted a year. A feat that Spike was certain he would end on this night.
"So, what's your name?" Buffy asked the vampire, getting into fighting position and watching as the demon did the same. Tossing his cigarette onto the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.
"Does it really matter? Unless, that is, you're planning to say goodbye to me before you die. And in that case, you can call me Spike," The bleached blonde answered.
"Spike…well that names a real winner," Buffy said sarcastically.
"Can we get to the fighting all ready, love? You see it's not that I don't love the banter. It's just that I came here with the intention of finishing you off and returning to merry old England. And as you can see," Spike said, looking towards the quickly lightening sky," it's going to be sunrise soon. I'd hate to turn to ashes right after I drain you."
"Not a problem. You can turn to ashes now," The slayer said. And that was that. The banter portion of the fight was over and the slayer lunged at Spike with all the strength she possessed at this hour of the morning.
Spike was surprised. He had expected the fight to be over quickly. After all, he was a one hundred twenty master vampire. Not the oldest, but certainly quite powerful…especially considering his age. However, the slayer was quite good. She blocked his punches and rebounded quickly from his kicks, as well as landing a few well-placed blows of her own. One kick to his midsection had the vampire reeling backwards. He took that opportunity to take off his leather duster and toss it onto a nearby tombstone.
"Thank god," Buffy said, as she saw his action.
"What?" Spike asked, coming at the slayer again with a punch to her face.
"I've been trying to figure out how to stake you as well as get your coat off. Now that's not an issue."
"Oh don't worry, love. Don't worry your pretty little head about staking me. In a few minutes it's going to be a moot point anyway," Spike ground out with more bravado then he actually felt. In truth, the fight was going nowhere. Each fighter managed to hold their own, and most punches and kicks were blocked. Only a few had landed in the entire time that they had been fighting.
Spike looked up and saw the sky turning a shade of pale pink. While Buffy was recovering from a kick that he had landed the vampire grabbed his duster from where he had flung it and began walking backwards, so that he faced the slayer the entire time.
"Sorry I can't stay, love. We'll have to do this again sometime," Spike said.
"What? I tire you out?" Buffy asked with a snort, oblivious to the daylight creeping over Los Angelus.
"Not exactly. I just prefer to do my fighting at night. Don't worry slayer, we'll finish this. I've still got a coat you want…and you still have something I want," Spike said.
"Yeah…what's that?" Buffy screamed at Spike's retreating form. The vampire was now far enough that he was not in danger of being staked from behind, so he turned and continued walking away.
"If you don't know what I want…you have no business asking." Spike said, smirking slightly, though all the slayer saw was his back.
"Bastard," Buffy mumbled, walking back to her home, knowing that if her mother realized she had been out there would be hell to pay. It wasn't until she was safely in her bed that the slayer realized something interesting about the fight. Spike hadn't changed into game face the entire time.
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