Title: Untitled (1/1)
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Story number 5.
Sequel to: 'The Chemicals Between Us'
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song "Untitled," by Collective Soul, off the album I can't find the title to, but assuming it's a self-titled alubm, 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: Ah, the usual. Angel goes to club, Spike sings song. Spike avoids Angel. Or at least tries to.
Author's Notes: I hope you people are liking this, 'cause I'm having a blast writing this. That's okay, isn't it?
Author's Notes 2: I don't know how well known this song/band is, but I'm hoping you've at least heard of them. If you haven't, the verse's are rock, and the chourus is a bit more melodic.
Dedicated to: Everyone! 'Cause I'm feeling generous, and I love you all.
____________________
Okay, so the plan from the previous night didn't work. Angel knew when to admit defeat. Only he didn't want to, so he ignored that it didn't work.
He was back, so say the least, and was waiting inside the club for Spike to come on.
He was getting ready to get his drink, per usual, and had stopped, and for the first time really looked around the club.
It wasn't a bad club. Had a nice stage, good lighting, if the lights were ever turned on, nice bar. Good staff. Just the singing was the problem. If they got rid of the singing, Angel decided, it would be a nice place to be at.
But there was singing. Horrible, horrible singing. When Angel had walked in it was another teeny bopper song, by one of the band-types that keep appearing every time you turn around.
Angel's thoughts drifted back normally to the day he had just spent. He slept half of it away and the other half was going about in the office, avoiding Wesley, who had an uncomfortable air around him, and Cordelia, who seemed a litle to much into Angel's private life. Angel had just closer his doors, and shut them out of his mind.
He had better and nicer-looking things to think about. Much nicer.
Speaking of which...
Okay, no, not speaking of which, but speaking about somebody who likes to speak about which...
Angel sidled up to the bar and flagged the bartender down.
"Hey, Angel." The bartender greeted him. "Okay day?"
"Just fine, John, thanks." Angel said, indicating the drink and the response to the question.
"That's good. You catch last night's show? It was a doozy." John wiped at the bar, sending Angel a sideways look, knowing that Angel had been there.
"Yeah. It was impressive, to say the least." Angel took a long swallow of the drink, images from last night fliting through his mind. With the accopoining physical reactions. He was glad he was sitting down.
"He's on." John said, pointing to the stage. Angel turned quickly, almost spilling his drink on himself, and saw that Spike had come silently onto the stage, with no introduction.
The music started, and Spike prepared to sing.
"Who have I left to please?
Take what you've yet to seize.
No more questioning
'Cause love is what love should be."
Love. Must be another song about them, Angel figured. Why else would Spike sing about love?
Maybe Angel was being egotistical? But is it egotistical when it's the truth? Angel didn't know.
But one thing was for sure. Spike was defintely singing to Angel, since his gaze hadn't left the dark-haired vampire yet.
"Unveil to me all that you want
me to do.
But why should I stop bearing
allegiance to you?"
Allegiance. Children bear allegiance for their parents. Childer bear allegiance for their sires. It was one of those facts of life that all depend on the surroundings, and always the actions, and it was a very difficult thing to pin down.
But Angel knew for certain that Spike had allegiance for him. Or did at least when they lived together in Europe. William had defended his sire right down to the last opposer. Angelus had had a brillant time watching William fight for his honor, until the battle had gotten to great, and Angelus had to step in to help William before he got dusted.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
That was the truth. Or at least it had been the truth. When Spike had been turned, he didn't believe in anything. Angelus taught him to care for the things around him, and in return William only belived in what Angelus said. It must have been a shocker for William to be on his own after Angelus got his soul. To say the least.
"What have I left to prove?
I speak all the words you choose.
Confine me in walls of truth
'Cause love does what love
should do."
Spike stepped off the stage and started his nightly walk through the crowd, stopping here and there to touch this mortal, and rub against that one. Angel found himself growing jealous.
He had begun to think that Spike was his possenion again, and anything that touched what was his got hurt or killed. Angel had to shake his head and remind himself that he reliquished his claim on Spike over 90 years ago, when he got his soul. It was a hard fact for Angel to accept.
"No more sentence. All of my pain
has been freed.
Why should this end when your
mercy's all I need?"
Angel's mind drifted backwards to the times he made William beg for release, or to be taken out of one of the torture impliments Angelus had so skillfully used on the younger vampire. Mercy is what Angelus wanted William to beg for. He didn't get it often.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
And instrumental hit and Spike was making his way over to Angel. Angel held his ground, though he wanted to turn tail and run, so unlike the usual strength he always tried to show.
Spike stopped in front of Angel and stared at him for a few seconds as a guitar riff hit.
Then he said in a low voice, "Do you want to talk? I'll meet you out back."
Angel nodded.
Spike flashed him a grin and started singing the song again.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
He turned his back to Angel, and it was all Angel could do to not grab Spike then and drag him out back to talk. But Angel resisted. Barely.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
Angel was starting to recognize certain people in the club, he noticed, as he scanned the crowd. There was that guy from the other night, one of the girls, Cordelia, and another group from-
{Hold on, back up.} He thought. {Cordelia?!} He blinked and focused again. It was her. Amazingly, it was really Cordelia. And she was really focused on Spike, her gaze having not left him since Angel first noticed her.
"I just believe in you,
Yeah, you, you, you."
On those last you's, Spike was back on the stage and pointed at Angel in time with the words.
Angel pointed at himself and mouthed, 'Me?'
Spike grinned, nodded, and motioned for Angel to follow him to the back.
Angel didn't notice that Cordelia followed him as he followed Spike.
"So, Peaches, what's up?" Spike asked, when him and Angel where alone in the alley. Neither noticed Cordelia.
"One guess." Angel dead-panned.
"Funny. Gaining a sense of humor in your old age, I see."
"And you, didn't know you were into cheesy karaoke."
"I popped in a couple months back. Did some Elvis, with a good impersonation, and they offered me a job, were I sing and dance to one song of my choosing a night, trying to bring in more custmers."
"You're legiamatly working for money?" Angel had to stop his jaw from hitting the ground. "You've never done that."
"A lot's changed since I was a boy pick-pocket. You of all people should know what that's like."
Angel nodded, and watched as Spike's gaze flicked to something behind Angel, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
"What's there?" Angel asked, turning around. When he saw Cordelia, he tried to give her a condensending look, but he thought it failed.
"It's your phone-happy cheerleader." Spike answered the question Angel had already saw the answer to. "What's she doing here."
Cordelia came out of the shadows, her hands raised a little, as if she expected one of them to shout her. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to stay in the shadows, like Angel was so good at, and see what was to happen between the two vampires.
It didn't work. She moved in the shadows, and Spike spotted it. She forgot that these were born predators in front of her.
"Cordelia. Nice to see you again." Spike said, "torture anyone new on the phone today?"
Angel tried to supress his snort of amusement, but it came out anyway.
Cordelia shot him a look that could cause the devil to cringe, and Angel immediatly sobered up.
"I'm gonna go." Spike whispered in Angel's ear. "I'll see you tomorrow." And after a moment's hesitation, Spike planted a soft kiss under Angel's ear. He then turned, and went away.
Angel turned to catch him before he disappeared, but Spike was already gone.
When he turned back to Cordelia, she watching him with a knowing smirk.
Angel narrowed his eyes at her. The smirk disappeared.
"Let's go." Angel said brisquly. "And on the way, you can tell me what you're doing here."
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Story number 5.
Sequel to: 'The Chemicals Between Us'
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song "Untitled," by Collective Soul, off the album I can't find the title to, but assuming it's a self-titled alubm, 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: Ah, the usual. Angel goes to club, Spike sings song. Spike avoids Angel. Or at least tries to.
Author's Notes: I hope you people are liking this, 'cause I'm having a blast writing this. That's okay, isn't it?
Author's Notes 2: I don't know how well known this song/band is, but I'm hoping you've at least heard of them. If you haven't, the verse's are rock, and the chourus is a bit more melodic.
Dedicated to: Everyone! 'Cause I'm feeling generous, and I love you all.
____________________
Okay, so the plan from the previous night didn't work. Angel knew when to admit defeat. Only he didn't want to, so he ignored that it didn't work.
He was back, so say the least, and was waiting inside the club for Spike to come on.
He was getting ready to get his drink, per usual, and had stopped, and for the first time really looked around the club.
It wasn't a bad club. Had a nice stage, good lighting, if the lights were ever turned on, nice bar. Good staff. Just the singing was the problem. If they got rid of the singing, Angel decided, it would be a nice place to be at.
But there was singing. Horrible, horrible singing. When Angel had walked in it was another teeny bopper song, by one of the band-types that keep appearing every time you turn around.
Angel's thoughts drifted back normally to the day he had just spent. He slept half of it away and the other half was going about in the office, avoiding Wesley, who had an uncomfortable air around him, and Cordelia, who seemed a litle to much into Angel's private life. Angel had just closer his doors, and shut them out of his mind.
He had better and nicer-looking things to think about. Much nicer.
Speaking of which...
Okay, no, not speaking of which, but speaking about somebody who likes to speak about which...
Angel sidled up to the bar and flagged the bartender down.
"Hey, Angel." The bartender greeted him. "Okay day?"
"Just fine, John, thanks." Angel said, indicating the drink and the response to the question.
"That's good. You catch last night's show? It was a doozy." John wiped at the bar, sending Angel a sideways look, knowing that Angel had been there.
"Yeah. It was impressive, to say the least." Angel took a long swallow of the drink, images from last night fliting through his mind. With the accopoining physical reactions. He was glad he was sitting down.
"He's on." John said, pointing to the stage. Angel turned quickly, almost spilling his drink on himself, and saw that Spike had come silently onto the stage, with no introduction.
The music started, and Spike prepared to sing.
"Who have I left to please?
Take what you've yet to seize.
No more questioning
'Cause love is what love should be."
Love. Must be another song about them, Angel figured. Why else would Spike sing about love?
Maybe Angel was being egotistical? But is it egotistical when it's the truth? Angel didn't know.
But one thing was for sure. Spike was defintely singing to Angel, since his gaze hadn't left the dark-haired vampire yet.
"Unveil to me all that you want
me to do.
But why should I stop bearing
allegiance to you?"
Allegiance. Children bear allegiance for their parents. Childer bear allegiance for their sires. It was one of those facts of life that all depend on the surroundings, and always the actions, and it was a very difficult thing to pin down.
But Angel knew for certain that Spike had allegiance for him. Or did at least when they lived together in Europe. William had defended his sire right down to the last opposer. Angelus had had a brillant time watching William fight for his honor, until the battle had gotten to great, and Angelus had to step in to help William before he got dusted.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
That was the truth. Or at least it had been the truth. When Spike had been turned, he didn't believe in anything. Angelus taught him to care for the things around him, and in return William only belived in what Angelus said. It must have been a shocker for William to be on his own after Angelus got his soul. To say the least.
"What have I left to prove?
I speak all the words you choose.
Confine me in walls of truth
'Cause love does what love
should do."
Spike stepped off the stage and started his nightly walk through the crowd, stopping here and there to touch this mortal, and rub against that one. Angel found himself growing jealous.
He had begun to think that Spike was his possenion again, and anything that touched what was his got hurt or killed. Angel had to shake his head and remind himself that he reliquished his claim on Spike over 90 years ago, when he got his soul. It was a hard fact for Angel to accept.
"No more sentence. All of my pain
has been freed.
Why should this end when your
mercy's all I need?"
Angel's mind drifted backwards to the times he made William beg for release, or to be taken out of one of the torture impliments Angelus had so skillfully used on the younger vampire. Mercy is what Angelus wanted William to beg for. He didn't get it often.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
And instrumental hit and Spike was making his way over to Angel. Angel held his ground, though he wanted to turn tail and run, so unlike the usual strength he always tried to show.
Spike stopped in front of Angel and stared at him for a few seconds as a guitar riff hit.
Then he said in a low voice, "Do you want to talk? I'll meet you out back."
Angel nodded.
Spike flashed him a grin and started singing the song again.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
He turned his back to Angel, and it was all Angel could do to not grab Spike then and drag him out back to talk. But Angel resisted. Barely.
"I don't believe in
The sorcercers or the preachers.
I just believe in you.
I just believe in you.
And I don't believe in
The scholars or the wise men.
I just believe in you."
Angel was starting to recognize certain people in the club, he noticed, as he scanned the crowd. There was that guy from the other night, one of the girls, Cordelia, and another group from-
{Hold on, back up.} He thought. {Cordelia?!} He blinked and focused again. It was her. Amazingly, it was really Cordelia. And she was really focused on Spike, her gaze having not left him since Angel first noticed her.
"I just believe in you,
Yeah, you, you, you."
On those last you's, Spike was back on the stage and pointed at Angel in time with the words.
Angel pointed at himself and mouthed, 'Me?'
Spike grinned, nodded, and motioned for Angel to follow him to the back.
Angel didn't notice that Cordelia followed him as he followed Spike.
"So, Peaches, what's up?" Spike asked, when him and Angel where alone in the alley. Neither noticed Cordelia.
"One guess." Angel dead-panned.
"Funny. Gaining a sense of humor in your old age, I see."
"And you, didn't know you were into cheesy karaoke."
"I popped in a couple months back. Did some Elvis, with a good impersonation, and they offered me a job, were I sing and dance to one song of my choosing a night, trying to bring in more custmers."
"You're legiamatly working for money?" Angel had to stop his jaw from hitting the ground. "You've never done that."
"A lot's changed since I was a boy pick-pocket. You of all people should know what that's like."
Angel nodded, and watched as Spike's gaze flicked to something behind Angel, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
"What's there?" Angel asked, turning around. When he saw Cordelia, he tried to give her a condensending look, but he thought it failed.
"It's your phone-happy cheerleader." Spike answered the question Angel had already saw the answer to. "What's she doing here."
Cordelia came out of the shadows, her hands raised a little, as if she expected one of them to shout her. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to stay in the shadows, like Angel was so good at, and see what was to happen between the two vampires.
It didn't work. She moved in the shadows, and Spike spotted it. She forgot that these were born predators in front of her.
"Cordelia. Nice to see you again." Spike said, "torture anyone new on the phone today?"
Angel tried to supress his snort of amusement, but it came out anyway.
Cordelia shot him a look that could cause the devil to cringe, and Angel immediatly sobered up.
"I'm gonna go." Spike whispered in Angel's ear. "I'll see you tomorrow." And after a moment's hesitation, Spike planted a soft kiss under Angel's ear. He then turned, and went away.
Angel turned to catch him before he disappeared, but Spike was already gone.
When he turned back to Cordelia, she watching him with a knowing smirk.
Angel narrowed his eyes at her. The smirk disappeared.
"Let's go." Angel said brisquly. "And on the way, you can tell me what you're doing here."