Title: I Belong to You (1/1)
Series: Story 2 in the 'Karaoke' series.
Sequel to: 'The Show Must Go On'
Author: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song, "I Belong to You," by Lenny Kravitz, off the album "5," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Follows 'The Show Must Go On.' Angel returns to the karaoke club.
Author's Notes: I have only heard this song once, and one of my friends suggested this song. So, if I leave breaks where there isn't any, or something like that, ignore it.
Dedicated to: Laurel, my bestest bud in the world, for suggesting this song, and 'cause it's your birthday, girl! At least when I write this, it is.
___________________
Angelus was back.
Back to the karaoke bar, that is.
Yesterday, after Cordy confessed that she had seen Spike, not some ooky demon in her vision, Angel had been thinking. Why would the Powers want him to see Spike? What was there special about the blond vampire?
A thousand reasons, his demon could come up with.
Angel didn't want to admit that the soul helped.
So, back he went, to see his peroxide-blond childe again, to see... Well, if Angel had been completely honest with himself, it didn't have a particular reason. He just wanted to see Spike again. That was the high and low of it.
So, he was there again, suffering to the so-called music that the modern age produced. This time, it was to the horrible sound of someone botching a Metallica song. ((Which is a crime by itself..)) Angel winced and resisted the urge to cover his ears. He went to the bar for a drink.
He ordered a whiskey, and was mildly amused when the bartender asked for his ID, especially since Cordelia hadn't got carded the day before. Angel produced the fake one Doyle had helped him procure. He got his whiskey.
"So, here to see William again, are you?" The bartender asked, as he poured the drink. At Angel's questioning look, he said, "I mean, I saw you watching him with your jaw resting on the floor yesterday, and since you're new, I just figured you'd be here watching him." At Angel blank look, he hurried to finish. "I'm sorry, I've overstepped my bounds." He handed Angel his drink, and went to step away.
"No, no." Angel said. He shook his head, and tried to put on a 'with people' face. "I was just surprised to see him here yesterday. Last I heard, he was living a couple hours north."
"No, he's been doing this a few weeks now. Done wonders for business. Haven't been this busy until he started coming." The bartender paused. "So, how do you know him, anyway? He seems like the loner type to me."
"Let's just say I'm like a father-figure to him." Angel saluted the bartender with his drink, and left the bar.
Angel wound his way through the crowd, and picked a spot off to the side, slightly in the shadows, but close enough that he could see the stage clearly to stand, and sipped his drink. He was waiting had patiently as he could for Spike to come on, and this horrible caterwauling to stop.
His prayers were soon answered, as the person playing announcer said, "And here's William, with 'I Belong to You,' by Lenny Kravitz."
Spike took the cordless mike from the person, and said, as the music started, "This is for all the dark-haired beauties out there, 'specially my dark haired beauty." He flashed a lavish smile.
Angel's heart dropped and knew it was reflected on his face. Drusilla. He should have expected it. Spike was still in love with her. He knew that.
The pangs in Angel's heart that he had been feeling earlier went phsst.
"You are the flame in my heart,
You light my way in the dark,
You are the ultimate star."
Spike strolled across the stage, looking calm and in control, every inch the predator he was.
He was a predator long before Angelus met up with the wisp of a boy. He stole from the rich, gave to himself, drunk, whored, killed, done everything to get by. He earned everything he got, and took nothing that was offered.
The only thing he had taken was Angelus's offer of immortality.
"You lift me from up above.
Your unconditional love
Takes me to paradise.
I belong to you,
And you,
You belong to me too."
Angel could imagine Spike singing this song to Drusilla, seeing her not relish in it, seeing her cast it aside, like it was a piece of rubbish.
No, Angel took that back. She liked rubbish. It was the gorgeous, beautiful things she loved to throw away.
And she had thrown away a veritable diamond in Spike. Most the girls in the club, and probably a lot of the guys would agree with Angel on that point.
"You make my life complete,
You make me feel so sweet,
You make me feel so divine,
Your soul and mind are entwined.
Before you, I was blind,"
Soul. Dru doesn't have a soul, Angel almost spit at him. I do, I have a soul. It's crying for you, Will. You look like Will, not Spike, when you're singing, and the soul and demon are crying for you. Okay, the soul was crying, the demon was raging.
It was every bit William on the stage as he danced to the tune by himself, singing, as if he was in his own world, and the people in the crowd were not there. Angel imagined that that was exactly what was happening in Spike's mind.
"But since I've opened my eyes,
And with you there's no disguise,
So I could open up my mind."
Angel watched Spike as he swayed on stage, suddenly switching to an old-fashioned dance Angelus had made him learn, going around the stage by himself.
Collectively, all the girls sighed, as they watched him whirl around the stage, wishing they were up there with him. Angel found himself wishing the same.
Spike came to an abrupt halt, and sang these next words to the crowd.
"I always loved you from the start,
But I could not figure out,
That I had to do it everyday,
So, I put away the fight."
Fight. Angel could sure put away the fight with this blond creature of the night he once loved, and thought he had feelings for again. Until he had broke into song for Dru, squashing them flat.
Angel almost snarled at the thought of Dru. Sure, Angelus had enjoyed her company, but only at a way to get at Spike. Spike hadn't come searching out his sire, and this was pay back. But Angelus much preferred the company of William, to the insane chatter of Drusilla.
"Now, I'm gonna live my life,
Giving you the most in every way.
I belong to you,
And you,
You belong to me too."
Yeah, Dru belonged to Spike. She had been made for him. A present. William had said he fancied her, and Angelus drove her insane, for daring to tantalize the being that was his and his alone. Then he turned her, and hadn't expected William would adore her more as a insane vampiress.
Darla had disapproved. She advised staking the insane childe as soon as he could make it look like an accident.
Angelus didn't, and William and Drusilla had ran off together, two vampires in love, leaving Angelus to return to his sire. Darla and Angelus had celebrated his birthday with a gypsy girl.
"You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet.
Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too."
Spike left the stage, and swept up the first dark beauty to cross his path into a few dance steps before passing her to go to the next one. He made his way through the crowd to Angel, dancing with every dark haired person on his way to Angel, be it female or male.
Angel could easily pick out the white-blond hair making it's way to him. He had to decide whether to fade to the shadows, or let Spike play this one out.
Giving up control, he let Spike play his game, staying put, setting his drink on a conveniently placed table.
"You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet.
Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too."
Spike stopped in the middle of the club floor to sing that, people automatically moving back, creating a circle around him. A girl came up, a dark haired one, and he wrapped his arms around her, rocking her to the beat, as he sang out the lines.
"Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too.
You make my life complete.
You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet."
He grabbed hold of the girl's arm, and spun her back into the crowd, her friends flocking her, chattering, so she couldn't get back to Spike. a male came up to Spike, with, needless to say, dark hair, and Angel had to surpress a growl, when the human wrapped his arm around Spike waist, Spike's arm around his shoulders, their pelvises rocking together at the beat.
Spike broke away to sing the next bit.
"Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too."
His gaze tracked over the club, as he tried to locate somebody. Finding them, he made his way over, several mortals hindering his process as he focused solely on Angel.
He made his way over, and stood in front of his sire for a long second. He whispered, "I belong to you, my dark haired beauty."
As Spike's words settled into Angel's brain, he was already backing away, singing the last lines of the song.
"You make my life complete.
You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet."
Spike hopped onto the stage, his way unhindered, and put the mike back in the holder. He didn't cast another glance at the crowd as he left the stage area.
He had some thinking to do.
As for Angel, he had slammed back the rest of the whiskey, not even wincing as the liquid burned his throat, as he ran Spike's words over again in his mind.
'I belong to you, my dark haired beauty. My dark haired beauty.'
The pangs in Angel's heart that he had been feeling earlier grew larger and almost burst.
"My dark haired beauty." Angel murmured, as he passed the bar, and left the club, taking no notice of the bartender who gave him a wink, or his co-worker, Cordelia, who stepped from the shadows by the wall.
The PTB were right. Angel had it bad for the bleached bimbo, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Cordelia smiled wickedly. It was up to her to get these two together, and to stop the PTB from sending her visions of Angel drooling over Spike. Twice a day was enough, but this third one was just topping the line.
And it wasn't even about real danger. They just wanted something done, and were too lazy to do it themselves. Cordelia shook her mental finger at them. If she ever got a hold of one of the PTB, they don't want to know what she'll do to them, almighty powers or not.
*END*
Series: Story 2 in the 'Karaoke' series.
Sequel to: 'The Show Must Go On'
Author: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song, "I Belong to You," by Lenny Kravitz, off the album "5," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Follows 'The Show Must Go On.' Angel returns to the karaoke club.
Author's Notes: I have only heard this song once, and one of my friends suggested this song. So, if I leave breaks where there isn't any, or something like that, ignore it.
Dedicated to: Laurel, my bestest bud in the world, for suggesting this song, and 'cause it's your birthday, girl! At least when I write this, it is.
___________________
Angelus was back.
Back to the karaoke bar, that is.
Yesterday, after Cordy confessed that she had seen Spike, not some ooky demon in her vision, Angel had been thinking. Why would the Powers want him to see Spike? What was there special about the blond vampire?
A thousand reasons, his demon could come up with.
Angel didn't want to admit that the soul helped.
So, back he went, to see his peroxide-blond childe again, to see... Well, if Angel had been completely honest with himself, it didn't have a particular reason. He just wanted to see Spike again. That was the high and low of it.
So, he was there again, suffering to the so-called music that the modern age produced. This time, it was to the horrible sound of someone botching a Metallica song. ((Which is a crime by itself..)) Angel winced and resisted the urge to cover his ears. He went to the bar for a drink.
He ordered a whiskey, and was mildly amused when the bartender asked for his ID, especially since Cordelia hadn't got carded the day before. Angel produced the fake one Doyle had helped him procure. He got his whiskey.
"So, here to see William again, are you?" The bartender asked, as he poured the drink. At Angel's questioning look, he said, "I mean, I saw you watching him with your jaw resting on the floor yesterday, and since you're new, I just figured you'd be here watching him." At Angel blank look, he hurried to finish. "I'm sorry, I've overstepped my bounds." He handed Angel his drink, and went to step away.
"No, no." Angel said. He shook his head, and tried to put on a 'with people' face. "I was just surprised to see him here yesterday. Last I heard, he was living a couple hours north."
"No, he's been doing this a few weeks now. Done wonders for business. Haven't been this busy until he started coming." The bartender paused. "So, how do you know him, anyway? He seems like the loner type to me."
"Let's just say I'm like a father-figure to him." Angel saluted the bartender with his drink, and left the bar.
Angel wound his way through the crowd, and picked a spot off to the side, slightly in the shadows, but close enough that he could see the stage clearly to stand, and sipped his drink. He was waiting had patiently as he could for Spike to come on, and this horrible caterwauling to stop.
His prayers were soon answered, as the person playing announcer said, "And here's William, with 'I Belong to You,' by Lenny Kravitz."
Spike took the cordless mike from the person, and said, as the music started, "This is for all the dark-haired beauties out there, 'specially my dark haired beauty." He flashed a lavish smile.
Angel's heart dropped and knew it was reflected on his face. Drusilla. He should have expected it. Spike was still in love with her. He knew that.
The pangs in Angel's heart that he had been feeling earlier went phsst.
"You are the flame in my heart,
You light my way in the dark,
You are the ultimate star."
Spike strolled across the stage, looking calm and in control, every inch the predator he was.
He was a predator long before Angelus met up with the wisp of a boy. He stole from the rich, gave to himself, drunk, whored, killed, done everything to get by. He earned everything he got, and took nothing that was offered.
The only thing he had taken was Angelus's offer of immortality.
"You lift me from up above.
Your unconditional love
Takes me to paradise.
I belong to you,
And you,
You belong to me too."
Angel could imagine Spike singing this song to Drusilla, seeing her not relish in it, seeing her cast it aside, like it was a piece of rubbish.
No, Angel took that back. She liked rubbish. It was the gorgeous, beautiful things she loved to throw away.
And she had thrown away a veritable diamond in Spike. Most the girls in the club, and probably a lot of the guys would agree with Angel on that point.
"You make my life complete,
You make me feel so sweet,
You make me feel so divine,
Your soul and mind are entwined.
Before you, I was blind,"
Soul. Dru doesn't have a soul, Angel almost spit at him. I do, I have a soul. It's crying for you, Will. You look like Will, not Spike, when you're singing, and the soul and demon are crying for you. Okay, the soul was crying, the demon was raging.
It was every bit William on the stage as he danced to the tune by himself, singing, as if he was in his own world, and the people in the crowd were not there. Angel imagined that that was exactly what was happening in Spike's mind.
"But since I've opened my eyes,
And with you there's no disguise,
So I could open up my mind."
Angel watched Spike as he swayed on stage, suddenly switching to an old-fashioned dance Angelus had made him learn, going around the stage by himself.
Collectively, all the girls sighed, as they watched him whirl around the stage, wishing they were up there with him. Angel found himself wishing the same.
Spike came to an abrupt halt, and sang these next words to the crowd.
"I always loved you from the start,
But I could not figure out,
That I had to do it everyday,
So, I put away the fight."
Fight. Angel could sure put away the fight with this blond creature of the night he once loved, and thought he had feelings for again. Until he had broke into song for Dru, squashing them flat.
Angel almost snarled at the thought of Dru. Sure, Angelus had enjoyed her company, but only at a way to get at Spike. Spike hadn't come searching out his sire, and this was pay back. But Angelus much preferred the company of William, to the insane chatter of Drusilla.
"Now, I'm gonna live my life,
Giving you the most in every way.
I belong to you,
And you,
You belong to me too."
Yeah, Dru belonged to Spike. She had been made for him. A present. William had said he fancied her, and Angelus drove her insane, for daring to tantalize the being that was his and his alone. Then he turned her, and hadn't expected William would adore her more as a insane vampiress.
Darla had disapproved. She advised staking the insane childe as soon as he could make it look like an accident.
Angelus didn't, and William and Drusilla had ran off together, two vampires in love, leaving Angelus to return to his sire. Darla and Angelus had celebrated his birthday with a gypsy girl.
"You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet.
Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too."
Spike left the stage, and swept up the first dark beauty to cross his path into a few dance steps before passing her to go to the next one. He made his way through the crowd to Angel, dancing with every dark haired person on his way to Angel, be it female or male.
Angel could easily pick out the white-blond hair making it's way to him. He had to decide whether to fade to the shadows, or let Spike play this one out.
Giving up control, he let Spike play his game, staying put, setting his drink on a conveniently placed table.
"You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet.
Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too."
Spike stopped in the middle of the club floor to sing that, people automatically moving back, creating a circle around him. A girl came up, a dark haired one, and he wrapped his arms around her, rocking her to the beat, as he sang out the lines.
"Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too.
You make my life complete.
You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet."
He grabbed hold of the girl's arm, and spun her back into the crowd, her friends flocking her, chattering, so she couldn't get back to Spike. a male came up to Spike, with, needless to say, dark hair, and Angel had to surpress a growl, when the human wrapped his arm around Spike waist, Spike's arm around his shoulders, their pelvises rocking together at the beat.
Spike broke away to sing the next bit.
"Oh, I belong to you,
I belong to you.
And you, you.
You belong to me too."
His gaze tracked over the club, as he tried to locate somebody. Finding them, he made his way over, several mortals hindering his process as he focused solely on Angel.
He made his way over, and stood in front of his sire for a long second. He whispered, "I belong to you, my dark haired beauty."
As Spike's words settled into Angel's brain, he was already backing away, singing the last lines of the song.
"You make my life complete.
You make my life complete.
You make me feel so sweet."
Spike hopped onto the stage, his way unhindered, and put the mike back in the holder. He didn't cast another glance at the crowd as he left the stage area.
He had some thinking to do.
As for Angel, he had slammed back the rest of the whiskey, not even wincing as the liquid burned his throat, as he ran Spike's words over again in his mind.
'I belong to you, my dark haired beauty. My dark haired beauty.'
The pangs in Angel's heart that he had been feeling earlier grew larger and almost burst.
"My dark haired beauty." Angel murmured, as he passed the bar, and left the club, taking no notice of the bartender who gave him a wink, or his co-worker, Cordelia, who stepped from the shadows by the wall.
The PTB were right. Angel had it bad for the bleached bimbo, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Cordelia smiled wickedly. It was up to her to get these two together, and to stop the PTB from sending her visions of Angel drooling over Spike. Twice a day was enough, but this third one was just topping the line.
And it wasn't even about real danger. They just wanted something done, and were too lazy to do it themselves. Cordelia shook her mental finger at them. If she ever got a hold of one of the PTB, they don't want to know what she'll do to them, almighty powers or not.
*END*