Bed of Roses
Disclaimor:I own nothing I know nothing
Lyrics by: Jon Bon Jovi
Thanks to: Shelley for listening to my incessant rambling about what I did to him.
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Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know
Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead
Buffy and Dawn were driving along the highway towards Angel Investigations, the car was quiet since for once Buffy wasn't fighting with her little sister about one thing or another. Buffy was consumed with thoughts of Spike and Angel and how she was going to break the news to the former love of her life that she was in love with the childe whom Angel had more than once admitted was his favorite.
" Buffy are you with us Buffy?" Dawn asked wiping the sleep out of her eyes.
" Yeah I'm here I was just thinking about...."
" Spike I know." Dawn sighed knowing that once she got her sister started Buffy would never shut up about this newest love of her life.
" Hey how did you know that?" Buffy asked sharply never once taking her eyes off the road.
" Well considering he was all you have been writing about in your diary for the last three weeks, it's the logical conclusion to come to." Dawn informed her nonchalantly knowing that her sister would explode.
" You've been reading my diary haven't you Dawn those thoughts are PRIVATE !" Buffy screamed her voice going up two or three octaves in her anger.
" Well you know as well as I do that if leave your diary lying in an obvious place like under your mattress you're asking for it to be read!" Dawn argued trying to control her giggles.
" NO I am not you little brat I'm going to tell mom when we get home and you're going to get into a lot of trouble!" Buffy threatened as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ears.
" Yeah yeah yeah you know as well as I do that I won't get into trouble," Dawn replied snidely as she pulled a Harry Potter book out of her back pack and began to read.
" How can you read that junk?" Buffy grumbled " It's so fake?"
" Oh and having an older sister who's supposed to kill vampires and demons is to terribly realistic?" Dawn asked as she went back to her book.
Buffy drove on as she let the words of the song by one of her favorite bands Bon Jovi flow through her mind.
With an ironclad fist I wake up and french kiss the morning,
While some marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking
About all the things I long to believe
About love, the truth, and what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
Buffy thought about the things that were supposed to be home truths to her, one of them being that like Dawn had said she was a slayer she was supposed to kill vampires not sleep with them. Oh sure she hadn't known that Angel was a vampire when she'd fallen in love with him, but when she did find out he was a vampire she should have staked him there and then, it would have saved her so much heart ache what with Angel turning into Angelus and trying to make a hell on earth.
But she hadn't she'd let him live and he'd brought Spike and Drucilla into her life. Oh she'd hated Spike at first because he wouldn't let her live peace and had tried to kill all of her friends then because he'd come back when the one person who was supposed to love her above all else hadn't.
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses,
While Buffy was driving towards L.A. Spike was walking through the doors of Angel Investigations.
" Peaches I'm home!" Spike yelled walking into the office who's welcome in sign gave him all the permission he needed to enter.
He saw Cordelia sitting there looking for all the world like she had nothing better to do than sit there and paint her nails and look like the queen she thought herself to be.
" Spike what the hell are you doing here?" She asked surprise evident in her features, she would have thought that after the whole Jewel of Amarra thing Spike would steer clear of Angel.
" Well I need the great poof to do me a favor." Spike told her as he looked her up and down and finally decided that one Slayer was worth a thousand Cordys.
" Angel doesn't work for evil or didn't you know that already?" Cordy taunted her brown eyes filling with hatred she remembered all of the trouble and pain Spike had put Angel through the last time and she wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy.
" I'm not evil or haven't you heard about the way that bloody chip has neutered me?" Spike asked running long fingers through his bleached blond hair.
" Yeah I'd heard about that but the last thing we heard was that you had sold Buffy down the river to that Adam guy." Cordelia snapped hoping that Gunn or Angel would get there soon, she couldn't help but wonder though why she hadn't gotten one of her mind numbing visions as Doyle had liked to call them, they would have been really useful right about now.
" That was a little while go wasn't it pet, oh well. We patched things up a while back and now I am back to loyally fighting on the side of good. So any ways like I asked is the poof around?" Spike badgered the girl impatiently he had to know if his sire knew of a spell to make someone forget, cause if Angel did he was going to have the man perform the spell on Buffy to make her forget that Spike ever existed, he thought that maybe if Buffy didn't know he was around then he could get on with the business of trying to forget her.
Cordelia just nodded towards the stairs and decided to let Spike deal with Angel's wrath on his own.
Well I'm so far away each step that I take's on my way home
Kings ransom in dimes I give each night to see through this pay phone
Still I run out of time or it's hard to get through
'Til the bird on the wire flies me back to you I'll just close my eye's
And whisper Baby blind love is true.
Angel looked up from the book he was reading in shock when he realized that Spike was standing in his doorway. "What do you want Spike?" He sneered his deep blue eye's filling with suspicion. He knew that Spike would never visit him with out some ulterior motive.
"Well sire I was wondering if you knew of a spell that could make someone forget a lost love?" Spike asked his mannerisms uncharacteristically meek.
" Since when do you want to forget Dru? I thought she was the love of your life?" The older man asked eyes filling with intrigue.
" I don't want to forget anyone I want to make someone forget me." Spike grumbled hating to have to admit this to the one person he would rather kill himself than admit weakness to.
" Who?" Angel asked, he had a bad feeling about the whole thing this man was not acting like the Spike he had lived with for one hundred years.
" Buffy?" Spike sighed then stood back and watched as his sires face went from anger to disbelief to hatred and back to anger again.
" Why so you can kill her?" Angel asked his eyes glittering like diamonds in the night.
" No you see the slayer and I started to get along and then we started dancin' and bloody hell I don't have to explain this to you I'm goin' to the witch and that's all there is to it!" Spike grumbled turning to walk out of the room.
" Stay!" Angel commanded.
" You bloody wanker what the 'ell do you think you're doin' invokin' that right on me after all these years!" Spike cursed the accent in his voice going from a melodic lilt to a full blown 1808 South Londan dialect.
" It comes in handy those times when you really need to talk to someone." Angel laughed standing up from the bed. " You know as well as I do that ignoring the order of your sire, even one with a soul, carries a penalty of death."
" Yeah I bloody well know that, but guess what I don't care." Spike bit out then explained " when one of the only two people you have ever loved has told you that you're beneath them and that they would never love you then you can tell me you care."
With those words Spike stalked out the door, out of the room then out of the building. It was midnight so he didn't have to worry about daylight for a while yet. He stalked around the town of Los Angeles and the words to the chorus of that bloody pop song that Buffy played incessantly ran through his head.
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails,
I wanna be just as close as your holy ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses.
Buffy was blinded by the lights as she drove into the city limits of L.A., Dawn on the other hand hadn't said a word since Orange County and Buffy had pretty much assumed she'd fallen asleep. She pulled off of the highway and drove through the city to the apartment her father has bought with his portion of the money from the divorce. "That's funny he's not home." Buffy mumbled when she didn't see the Viper her father had been driving since she was seven or eight.
" Why are we at Dad's?" Dawn asked a little confused she thought they were supposed to be going to Angel Investigations, not to their father's.
" Well I thought I would leave you here with Dad while I went to look for Spike so that I didn't have to look after you." Buffy admitted a little sheepishly. She didn't want to have to watch over Dawn all the time, Dawn was the Key and even though they didn't know exactly what that meant to the well-being of earth, they knew that was a little important.
" Buffy I can look after myself I am thirteen after all," Dawn whined she didn't understand why her mother and sister thought they had to look after her all of the time. She was thirteen, while all of her friends were exploring the world of boys, make-up and kissing, she was being kidnapped and chained to rocks by her sisters wacked out enemies.
" I know you can look out for youself, but I also know that mom would feel better if you were with Dad and not out traipsing all over the city looking for Spike with me." Buffy explained trying not to sound like she was talking down to her little sister.
" Whatever!" Dawn muttered rolling her eyes.
Buffy went back to driving, a little nervous because even though she had lived in Los Angles for the better part of sixteen years she'd never driven the streets before. She was used to Sunnydale where a traffic jam was the equivalent of two cars getting into a fender bender in the middle of an intersection and Mr. Stout was late for an appointment at the bank. Just then Buffy saw two headlights barriling towards her seemingly out of no where. Everything seemed to slip into slow motion, she heard the moan of steel being crushed and the eerily melodic tinkle of broken glass. The acrid smell of smoke filled the interior of the car and Dawn's screams seemed to break through the night like the moaning of the dead. The last thought Buffy had before the world went completely black was " I wonder if this is what it feels like to die?"
Now as you close your eyes know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again,
Tonight I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend
Chorus
And lay you down in a bed of roses.....
To be continued...........