Love of a woman
AN: Spike is back from the dust. In a bar in LA he hears a song that reminds him of certain people. Songfic.
Spike was feeling tired. The whole fire, crumble to a cinder-dust thing had left him exhausted. He had woken up at the old school of Sunnydale, hours or maybe days after he had burned. At first he had thought he was in hell, but with the lack of a devil and other creatures he had thrown that idea out of the window. A few curse words later he had been on his feet and looked around. He had known that there would be nobody in dear old Sunnydale who would know him.
So he had decided to go to LA, just to annoy Angel. With a smile he had walked out of the remains of the school and was glad it was dark. He hadn't thought much about the amulet or what he had done for the world. He had always been the kind of vampire who acted first and fuck all consequences. Besides, he had wanted to do it. Not for the world or for himself. . . okay, of course he had done it for himself! He wanted to live in a cozy world, not in hell or be dead. Maybe it wasn't worth dying for. . . but she was.
He had refused to think about it longer. He had spotted a convertible with the top down along the street. He had been a few blocks from the school and he couldn't believe his luck. Hotwiring had never been a problem and soon he was an his way to LA.
Outside a bar in the middle of the city ha had stopped. Caritas II? Quite an odd name for a bar but he could use a beer, or a whisky. . . or both. Spike sat at the bar when a green fellow walked up the stage. Great, he not only had walked into a demon bar, but a karaoke demon bar! Just what he needed.
"Hello pumpkins, hope you're all feeling alright. Because some of you are a bit afraid to just come up here and do your thing, I'll start for you. Maestro?" The green demon seemed friendly. . . little too friendly. He knocked his scotch back and wanted to order his second when the song came floating towards him.
To really love a woman
To understand her-you gotta know her deep inside
Spikes mind wandered back to the past. To the moment he first met Buffy. He was all witty and wanting to attack. But god, how she launched at him, she wasn't scared one bit. And then Joyce. . . He shook his head, almost on the brink of tears. With a violent sob he pushed his tears back and continued to think the more happy memories of Buffys mother. How she wielded that axe to protect her daughter. He would have sworn that he could smell her fear, but still she stood her ground. When she died. . . he had been sad. She was a kind and decent person, she didn't deserve to die. He had said goodbye to her at her grave, a few nights after the funeral. He sighed deeply.
Hear every though - see every dream N' Give her wings when she wants to fly
That demon sure knew what to sing. This words described his Dark Goddess perfectly. He rarely had understood exactly what she tried to say, but he had always held and comforted her. He would have given her wings if she had desired it. But who was he kidding? His Princess had never need of wings, she flew across the entire world in her dreams. The dreams were she named all the stars the same. He shuddered, no need to think about that poof. He listened further to the song.
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms Ya know you really love a woman
Spike smiled at one memory of Angel. He had wanted revenge on him but eventually ended up talking to Joyce about Dru. It had been so much fun to taunt Angel, to make faces at him. When the Slayer. . . no, Buffy. . . had come in and pinned him beneath her, the stake at his heart, he had known he loved her. The way she had acted then was a vampire worthy. Except for the not killing him for which he was thankful, although he had never showed her that.
When you love a woman you tell her That's she really wanted
Oh, he had told her that, repeatedly. He doubted if she had ever heard, really heard and reacted to it. Except for the time they got engaged. HE had told her she'd make him the happiest man on earth and she had been so happy. She had actually squealed her answer. It had been a spell but for a little while he was in his personal heaven.
AN: Spike is back from the dust. In a bar in LA he hears a song that reminds him of certain people. Songfic.
Spike was feeling tired. The whole fire, crumble to a cinder-dust thing had left him exhausted. He had woken up at the old school of Sunnydale, hours or maybe days after he had burned. At first he had thought he was in hell, but with the lack of a devil and other creatures he had thrown that idea out of the window. A few curse words later he had been on his feet and looked around. He had known that there would be nobody in dear old Sunnydale who would know him.
So he had decided to go to LA, just to annoy Angel. With a smile he had walked out of the remains of the school and was glad it was dark. He hadn't thought much about the amulet or what he had done for the world. He had always been the kind of vampire who acted first and fuck all consequences. Besides, he had wanted to do it. Not for the world or for himself. . . okay, of course he had done it for himself! He wanted to live in a cozy world, not in hell or be dead. Maybe it wasn't worth dying for. . . but she was.
He had refused to think about it longer. He had spotted a convertible with the top down along the street. He had been a few blocks from the school and he couldn't believe his luck. Hotwiring had never been a problem and soon he was an his way to LA.
Outside a bar in the middle of the city ha had stopped. Caritas II? Quite an odd name for a bar but he could use a beer, or a whisky. . . or both. Spike sat at the bar when a green fellow walked up the stage. Great, he not only had walked into a demon bar, but a karaoke demon bar! Just what he needed.
"Hello pumpkins, hope you're all feeling alright. Because some of you are a bit afraid to just come up here and do your thing, I'll start for you. Maestro?" The green demon seemed friendly. . . little too friendly. He knocked his scotch back and wanted to order his second when the song came floating towards him.
To really love a woman
To understand her-you gotta know her deep inside
Spikes mind wandered back to the past. To the moment he first met Buffy. He was all witty and wanting to attack. But god, how she launched at him, she wasn't scared one bit. And then Joyce. . . He shook his head, almost on the brink of tears. With a violent sob he pushed his tears back and continued to think the more happy memories of Buffys mother. How she wielded that axe to protect her daughter. He would have sworn that he could smell her fear, but still she stood her ground. When she died. . . he had been sad. She was a kind and decent person, she didn't deserve to die. He had said goodbye to her at her grave, a few nights after the funeral. He sighed deeply.
Hear every though - see every dream N' Give her wings when she wants to fly
That demon sure knew what to sing. This words described his Dark Goddess perfectly. He rarely had understood exactly what she tried to say, but he had always held and comforted her. He would have given her wings if she had desired it. But who was he kidding? His Princess had never need of wings, she flew across the entire world in her dreams. The dreams were she named all the stars the same. He shuddered, no need to think about that poof. He listened further to the song.
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms Ya know you really love a woman
Spike smiled at one memory of Angel. He had wanted revenge on him but eventually ended up talking to Joyce about Dru. It had been so much fun to taunt Angel, to make faces at him. When the Slayer. . . no, Buffy. . . had come in and pinned him beneath her, the stake at his heart, he had known he loved her. The way she had acted then was a vampire worthy. Except for the not killing him for which he was thankful, although he had never showed her that.
When you love a woman you tell her That's she really wanted
Oh, he had told her that, repeatedly. He doubted if she had ever heard, really heard and reacted to it. Except for the time they got engaged. HE had told her she'd make him the happiest man on earth and she had been so happy. She had actually squealed her answer. It had been a spell but for a little while he was in his personal heaven.