Part II
"Hey mate," Spike said to the confused singer he pulled aside. "How about you letting me take the stage for a little while. See, my girlfriend," he made a hand gesture toward Buffy, and looked at her lovingly. "I just want to do something special for her." He gave the guy a menacing stare and took a step towards him. "That is alright, right?" The guy took a step back, looking a little startled, but over all standing his ground. "Look man, I don't want any trouble but I signed up for tonight two weeks in advance, and-" Spike shook his head, and took out some money. "Look, sixty dollars, alright? Thanks mate, this means a lot to me and her..." He shoved the money into the guy's hand and began to shoo the startled guy away from the stage when another idea hit him. "Hey, mate, how would you like to introduce me? In exchange..." he took yet another menacing step forward, "I don't beat the crap out of you." They just stared at each other for a second, and then the man managed to squeak out, "Sound's fair."
Buffy drummed her fingernails nervously on the table, as she watched Spike apprehensively. 'Oh god, Oh god,' she thought. 'What the hell is he doing now?!' "Buffy are you alright?" Willow asked worriedly. "Yeah." Anya added, "You seem all impatient and wiggy." "Oh!" Buffy said, startled from being drawn out of her daydreams by the two. "N-No, I'm fine. Really." She said trying to sound convincing, even though she knew something was up. "Then stop that!" Xander said, putting his hand on her drumming one. "It's distracting." She smiled apologetically at Xander, and went back to looking at Spike, or more like, looking for Spike, because he was no where to be seen. She again was snapped back into reality when the guy Spike had been talking to, who was back on stage, said "Ladies and Gentleman! I would like to introduce my good pal," He patted Spike, who was next to him, on the shoulder, "William, singing "Butterfly" by Crazy Town for his Lady." Spike grinned and winked at Buffy. She paled.
'At least he's not singing his own stuff.' Buffy thought. 'Because what I hear of his poetry...' She turned to her friends helplessly. Willow and Tara stared open mouthed at Spike, Xander was burning red with anger, and kept clenching and unclenching his fists, and Anya just looked up expectantly at Spike, not looking in the least surprised. Buffy stared at Anya, confused by her expression. She noticed and said "Buffy, he'll embarrass himself more then you. I mean, there's 75 out of 100% chance that no one knows it's to you!" This didn't make her feel better, however, because she was sure everyone saw him wink at her, and knew who he was singing to. And if that was true, then Buffy was sure that him not being able to sing well would only make things worse. And then it happened. He sang.
"Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar, baby
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar baby..."
"His voice does not suck," she thought in wonder, "far from it!" He had a sweet voice with a bad boy edge, perfect for the song, and his accent made it all the sexier. She smiled before she could catch herself, and hoping he wouldn't see it, turned away from the stage. She could feel his eyes burning into her though; that look of icy fire in them. She knew he was watching her. Lost in her own new thoughts of him, she stopped listening to the song. Willow brought her back agian though, thankfully. "Um, Buffy? I think he's trying to tell you something. "What?" Buffy asked, confused. "Listen!" she said. So she did.
"...I ain't gonna lie
'Cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side
There's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes
And the looks to kill
Time is passing
And I'm asking could this be real
'Cause I can't sleep
I can't hold still
The only thing I really know
Is she got sex appeal
I can feel..."
His stare burned in her, the look he was giving her was so recognizable as the one she most feared...the one that drove Angel and Riley away...she shook her head and blinked back tears. 'I will not go there, I am not going there, not with spike, or with anyone again...' she thought silently to herself, but her heart thought differently.
"...I was lost. Now I'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the woman that I want
So yo, I'm putting it down
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar, baby
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar baby..."
Buffy noted how the Bronze got very crowded all of a sudden, and everybody was on the dance floor. A bunch of girls swooned and screamed at Spike from the edge of the stage. He was very obviously enjoying all the attention too, and Buffy rolled her eyes at the site of it. "Hey Buffy!" a guy she knew from class shouted to her from over all the noise. "Wow, your man's got talent!" That snapped her into old Buffy mode. "He is NOT my man!" She snapped at him fiercely. He rolled his eyes. Yeah, Sure, whatever." Then he laughed and walked off. Buffy was steaming now. "I wanna dance!" Anya shouted, arms crossed and pouty. "Look, I told you." Xander said. "I m not dancing if it's him singing!" "But, Xander!!! Willow and Tara are..." Buffy looked over and was surprised to see they were. Willow saw her and gave her an apologetic smile before disappearing into the crowd with Tara. Then she saw Anya half-dragging a mumbling Xander into the crowd too. 'Oh, Great!' she thought in despair, 'everyone go off and have fun without me. I'll just site here, and watch Spike...Yeah.' She thought, smiled and sighed. 'I'll just sit here and watch Spike. That doesn't seem to have the same dreadful ring to it anymore.' And then, what he sang next was so true it touched her heart.
"I don't deserve you
Unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
To tell the truth, I really never knew
'Til I met you
I was lost and confused
Twisted and used
Knew a better life existed
But thought that I missed it
My lifestyle's wild
I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled
The police files
And yo, what's happening now?
I see the sun breaking
Shinning through dark clouds
And a vision of you
Standing out in the crowds..."
"Hey Buffy, Go to your man, I think he misses you!" another obnoxious guy from class said in a singsong voice. 'Oh, that's it!' she thought angrily, and, grabbing him by the throat and holding him up against the wall, shouted "For the thousandth time, he is NOT MY MAN!" "Ok, ok!" the guy said in a shaky voice, obviously scared. "Well, if he's not your man, then you shouldn't care he's dancing with that girl, then!" She turned and was even more furious to see he was right. One of the girls in front had managed to get on stage and was having the time of her life dancing with Spike. Spike seemed to be having the time of his life too, and jealousy raced through her. She let go of the guy, and he dropped to the floor. Then she marched angrily in the direction of Spike, and jumped on stage no problem. Practically throwing the girl off of Spike she yelled at him, "What's your problem?!" He chose to ignore her, wrap his arms around her and began to dance with her, before she could even protest. Not that she wanted to, anyway. Then, he began to sing again.
"Hey suger mamma come a dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did
Was take a chance with me
So, girl whatever tickles your fancy
Girl it's me and you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy...almost evil
Talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think that happy endings
Were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive
When I was almost dead
You filled that empty space
With the love I used to chase
And as far as I can see
It don't get better than this
So, butterfly here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss
And a thank you miss."
The song ended, and they kissed. Everybody cheered, and they both knew things would never be the same between them again. And they didn't want them to be, either.
THE END
"Hey mate," Spike said to the confused singer he pulled aside. "How about you letting me take the stage for a little while. See, my girlfriend," he made a hand gesture toward Buffy, and looked at her lovingly. "I just want to do something special for her." He gave the guy a menacing stare and took a step towards him. "That is alright, right?" The guy took a step back, looking a little startled, but over all standing his ground. "Look man, I don't want any trouble but I signed up for tonight two weeks in advance, and-" Spike shook his head, and took out some money. "Look, sixty dollars, alright? Thanks mate, this means a lot to me and her..." He shoved the money into the guy's hand and began to shoo the startled guy away from the stage when another idea hit him. "Hey, mate, how would you like to introduce me? In exchange..." he took yet another menacing step forward, "I don't beat the crap out of you." They just stared at each other for a second, and then the man managed to squeak out, "Sound's fair."
Buffy drummed her fingernails nervously on the table, as she watched Spike apprehensively. 'Oh god, Oh god,' she thought. 'What the hell is he doing now?!' "Buffy are you alright?" Willow asked worriedly. "Yeah." Anya added, "You seem all impatient and wiggy." "Oh!" Buffy said, startled from being drawn out of her daydreams by the two. "N-No, I'm fine. Really." She said trying to sound convincing, even though she knew something was up. "Then stop that!" Xander said, putting his hand on her drumming one. "It's distracting." She smiled apologetically at Xander, and went back to looking at Spike, or more like, looking for Spike, because he was no where to be seen. She again was snapped back into reality when the guy Spike had been talking to, who was back on stage, said "Ladies and Gentleman! I would like to introduce my good pal," He patted Spike, who was next to him, on the shoulder, "William, singing "Butterfly" by Crazy Town for his Lady." Spike grinned and winked at Buffy. She paled.
'At least he's not singing his own stuff.' Buffy thought. 'Because what I hear of his poetry...' She turned to her friends helplessly. Willow and Tara stared open mouthed at Spike, Xander was burning red with anger, and kept clenching and unclenching his fists, and Anya just looked up expectantly at Spike, not looking in the least surprised. Buffy stared at Anya, confused by her expression. She noticed and said "Buffy, he'll embarrass himself more then you. I mean, there's 75 out of 100% chance that no one knows it's to you!" This didn't make her feel better, however, because she was sure everyone saw him wink at her, and knew who he was singing to. And if that was true, then Buffy was sure that him not being able to sing well would only make things worse. And then it happened. He sang.
"Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar, baby
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar baby..."
"His voice does not suck," she thought in wonder, "far from it!" He had a sweet voice with a bad boy edge, perfect for the song, and his accent made it all the sexier. She smiled before she could catch herself, and hoping he wouldn't see it, turned away from the stage. She could feel his eyes burning into her though; that look of icy fire in them. She knew he was watching her. Lost in her own new thoughts of him, she stopped listening to the song. Willow brought her back agian though, thankfully. "Um, Buffy? I think he's trying to tell you something. "What?" Buffy asked, confused. "Listen!" she said. So she did.
"...I ain't gonna lie
'Cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side
There's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes
And the looks to kill
Time is passing
And I'm asking could this be real
'Cause I can't sleep
I can't hold still
The only thing I really know
Is she got sex appeal
I can feel..."
His stare burned in her, the look he was giving her was so recognizable as the one she most feared...the one that drove Angel and Riley away...she shook her head and blinked back tears. 'I will not go there, I am not going there, not with spike, or with anyone again...' she thought silently to herself, but her heart thought differently.
"...I was lost. Now I'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the woman that I want
So yo, I'm putting it down
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar, baby
Come my lady
Come, come my lady
You're my butterfly. Sugar baby..."
Buffy noted how the Bronze got very crowded all of a sudden, and everybody was on the dance floor. A bunch of girls swooned and screamed at Spike from the edge of the stage. He was very obviously enjoying all the attention too, and Buffy rolled her eyes at the site of it. "Hey Buffy!" a guy she knew from class shouted to her from over all the noise. "Wow, your man's got talent!" That snapped her into old Buffy mode. "He is NOT my man!" She snapped at him fiercely. He rolled his eyes. Yeah, Sure, whatever." Then he laughed and walked off. Buffy was steaming now. "I wanna dance!" Anya shouted, arms crossed and pouty. "Look, I told you." Xander said. "I m not dancing if it's him singing!" "But, Xander!!! Willow and Tara are..." Buffy looked over and was surprised to see they were. Willow saw her and gave her an apologetic smile before disappearing into the crowd with Tara. Then she saw Anya half-dragging a mumbling Xander into the crowd too. 'Oh, Great!' she thought in despair, 'everyone go off and have fun without me. I'll just site here, and watch Spike...Yeah.' She thought, smiled and sighed. 'I'll just sit here and watch Spike. That doesn't seem to have the same dreadful ring to it anymore.' And then, what he sang next was so true it touched her heart.
"I don't deserve you
Unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
To tell the truth, I really never knew
'Til I met you
I was lost and confused
Twisted and used
Knew a better life existed
But thought that I missed it
My lifestyle's wild
I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled
The police files
And yo, what's happening now?
I see the sun breaking
Shinning through dark clouds
And a vision of you
Standing out in the crowds..."
"Hey Buffy, Go to your man, I think he misses you!" another obnoxious guy from class said in a singsong voice. 'Oh, that's it!' she thought angrily, and, grabbing him by the throat and holding him up against the wall, shouted "For the thousandth time, he is NOT MY MAN!" "Ok, ok!" the guy said in a shaky voice, obviously scared. "Well, if he's not your man, then you shouldn't care he's dancing with that girl, then!" She turned and was even more furious to see he was right. One of the girls in front had managed to get on stage and was having the time of her life dancing with Spike. Spike seemed to be having the time of his life too, and jealousy raced through her. She let go of the guy, and he dropped to the floor. Then she marched angrily in the direction of Spike, and jumped on stage no problem. Practically throwing the girl off of Spike she yelled at him, "What's your problem?!" He chose to ignore her, wrap his arms around her and began to dance with her, before she could even protest. Not that she wanted to, anyway. Then, he began to sing again.
"Hey suger mamma come a dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did
Was take a chance with me
So, girl whatever tickles your fancy
Girl it's me and you like Sid and Nancy
So sexy...almost evil
Talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think that happy endings
Were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive
When I was almost dead
You filled that empty space
With the love I used to chase
And as far as I can see
It don't get better than this
So, butterfly here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss
And a thank you miss."
The song ended, and they kissed. Everybody cheered, and they both knew things would never be the same between them again. And they didn't want them to be, either.
THE END