Title: Everything You Want (1/1)
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 3.
Follows: '6th Avenue Heartache'
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 "Everything You Want," by Vertical Horizon, off the album, "Everything You Want," 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: Spike sings this song, dedicated to Buffy.
Author's Notes: I know, everyone's thinking, "Buffy?! What the hell is she doing, having Spike dedicate the song to Buffy?!" Well, I guanntee you'll soon see what I'm doing.
Dedicated to: Everyone who likes the series and hasn't given me feedback. I know you're out there.
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Okay, Angel decided something. He decided that he was going to speak longer to Spike, even if it killed him. He was the sire, dammit! Spike's his childe, and not allowed to dismiss him like he did last night. No, not allowed at all.
'But it still happened.' Taunted Angelus in his head. 'You can't control him like I can. Let me out, and I'll show the boy who's boss.'
Angel shook his head, shoving the demon back in his little cage, and shut him up.
But he was still going to get to talk to Spike even if her had to tie him up to do so.
And that sounded like fun.
"Hey, Angel." John said, setting Angel's drink in front of him.
"Hey." Angel gruffly muttered. He was going to figure out a way, even if-
"What's the matter? You seem kinda short today."
'Let's see.' Angel said to himself. 'Cordelia's been messing up the filing, Wesley's been really distint, and hasn't been around much, I can't get my childe to listen to me, and you keep bothering me!'
Calm, he reminded himself.
"It's nothing." He told John. "Just work problems."
"It's best to leave those at work." John advised.
"I can't." Angel said, drinking his drink.
"Why not?"
"Because I have to be on the job all day and night."
"But you come here?"
"It's for a special reason."
"So, this is part of your job."
"In a way, yes."
"Fine." John left Angel, and Angel turned to the stage.
Angel couldn't believe it. He just had a semi-arguement with an almost complete stranger. He shook his head in amazement.
He noticed Spike came out on the stage, and he was surveying the club.
"This is for that little blond chit that many of us hate, and one of us out there loves." Spike pointedly looked at Angel.
Angel, in turn, looked at the crowd, able to pick out the vampires in it.
"Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why."
Angel was here. Buffy wasn't here. Angel didn't get the dedication, 'cept for the part that mentioned him loving Buffy. But he wasn't sure how much he loved Buffy now. She had taken a backseat to his new obsession with Spike.
"But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return."
Now those lines, Angel could get. Past the places you used to learn. Buffy left high school and was now in college. He wasn't so sure she was waiting for him to return, but she might have been in the beginning. And he won't return now. Too much had changed, and he didn't fit in Sunnydale anymore.
He wasn't sure if he ever did.
"He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why."
'Would the he be me?' Angel wondered. It fit. Angel was all those things to Buffy, and he didn't mean much in her life anymore, except in the little compartment labeled First Love.
"You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say."
Again, this fit with Buffy, and her life. After Angel, she looked to find love again, not knowing if she could live without it. The first one she found wounded her as much as Angel did. More wounds to discover.
"He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why."
Spike was singing the song for Buffy. He had already said that. Angel could see it now. And he could also see Spike threatening the vampires in the club with his eyes.
Mortals couldn't pick up on it. Hell, Angel probably wouldn't even know it if he hadn't lived with William and Spike all those years. But the vampires he chose to look at knew it, and they knew not to cross him for singing a song to and about the Slayer.
"But you'll just tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for."
What was Buffy waiting for? On the positive side, she was waiting for someone to come along and love her forever. On the negitive side, she knew she was waiting for Death to come and take her to his eternal place. Angel didn't like to think about that last one.
"Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return."
How many times could Angel have made it right with Buffy, ignored the little things, or something else he knew he could never do? He got angry with her, she got angry with him. And it was neither one of them's fault that he's never to return to her.
"He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why.
"I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why."
Okay, this last verse, Angel didn't get. Spike wants Buffy? Then Angel shook his head. Why would Spike want Buffy? Duh.
It changed point of views. This was Spike singing about himself, and directly to Angel, if his eyes locked on him was any indication.
He didn't know why he mean nothing? But he didn't mean nothing. He was a big meaningful something.
"And I don't know why.
Why?
I don't know."
Spike stepped off the stage, Angel automaticly following him.
When he reached the alley, Spike was gone. Disappeared.
But, Angel could still feel him near.
"You don't mean nothing." He said, talking to Spike, but looking around, he didn't see anything, so it looked like he was talking to air.
"You're a very big something."
Angel dropped his eyes as he thought about the conquences of saying this to Spike. Well, there wouldn't be any conquences if Spike kept disappearing everytime Angel wanted to talk to him.
Cordelia stepped out of the club at the exact second Angel left the alley, and Spike stepped out of the shadows.
"You're the seer?" Spike asked.
"That's me." Codelia affirmed.
"You're the one I'm suppose to help?"
Cordelia nodded.
"Well, pet, I guess I will." He walked over to her, and threw his arm over her shoulder. "Just so I don't have to have that head-spliting pain again."
*END*
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 3.
Follows: '6th Avenue Heartache'
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 "Everything You Want," by Vertical Horizon, off the album, "Everything You Want," 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: Spike sings this song, dedicated to Buffy.
Author's Notes: I know, everyone's thinking, "Buffy?! What the hell is she doing, having Spike dedicate the song to Buffy?!" Well, I guanntee you'll soon see what I'm doing.
Dedicated to: Everyone who likes the series and hasn't given me feedback. I know you're out there.
___________________
Okay, Angel decided something. He decided that he was going to speak longer to Spike, even if it killed him. He was the sire, dammit! Spike's his childe, and not allowed to dismiss him like he did last night. No, not allowed at all.
'But it still happened.' Taunted Angelus in his head. 'You can't control him like I can. Let me out, and I'll show the boy who's boss.'
Angel shook his head, shoving the demon back in his little cage, and shut him up.
But he was still going to get to talk to Spike even if her had to tie him up to do so.
And that sounded like fun.
"Hey, Angel." John said, setting Angel's drink in front of him.
"Hey." Angel gruffly muttered. He was going to figure out a way, even if-
"What's the matter? You seem kinda short today."
'Let's see.' Angel said to himself. 'Cordelia's been messing up the filing, Wesley's been really distint, and hasn't been around much, I can't get my childe to listen to me, and you keep bothering me!'
Calm, he reminded himself.
"It's nothing." He told John. "Just work problems."
"It's best to leave those at work." John advised.
"I can't." Angel said, drinking his drink.
"Why not?"
"Because I have to be on the job all day and night."
"But you come here?"
"It's for a special reason."
"So, this is part of your job."
"In a way, yes."
"Fine." John left Angel, and Angel turned to the stage.
Angel couldn't believe it. He just had a semi-arguement with an almost complete stranger. He shook his head in amazement.
He noticed Spike came out on the stage, and he was surveying the club.
"This is for that little blond chit that many of us hate, and one of us out there loves." Spike pointedly looked at Angel.
Angel, in turn, looked at the crowd, able to pick out the vampires in it.
"Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why."
Angel was here. Buffy wasn't here. Angel didn't get the dedication, 'cept for the part that mentioned him loving Buffy. But he wasn't sure how much he loved Buffy now. She had taken a backseat to his new obsession with Spike.
"But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return."
Now those lines, Angel could get. Past the places you used to learn. Buffy left high school and was now in college. He wasn't so sure she was waiting for him to return, but she might have been in the beginning. And he won't return now. Too much had changed, and he didn't fit in Sunnydale anymore.
He wasn't sure if he ever did.
"He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why."
'Would the he be me?' Angel wondered. It fit. Angel was all those things to Buffy, and he didn't mean much in her life anymore, except in the little compartment labeled First Love.
"You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say."
Again, this fit with Buffy, and her life. After Angel, she looked to find love again, not knowing if she could live without it. The first one she found wounded her as much as Angel did. More wounds to discover.
"He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why."
Spike was singing the song for Buffy. He had already said that. Angel could see it now. And he could also see Spike threatening the vampires in the club with his eyes.
Mortals couldn't pick up on it. Hell, Angel probably wouldn't even know it if he hadn't lived with William and Spike all those years. But the vampires he chose to look at knew it, and they knew not to cross him for singing a song to and about the Slayer.
"But you'll just tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for."
What was Buffy waiting for? On the positive side, she was waiting for someone to come along and love her forever. On the negitive side, she knew she was waiting for Death to come and take her to his eternal place. Angel didn't like to think about that last one.
"Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return."
How many times could Angel have made it right with Buffy, ignored the little things, or something else he knew he could never do? He got angry with her, she got angry with him. And it was neither one of them's fault that he's never to return to her.
"He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why.
"I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why."
Okay, this last verse, Angel didn't get. Spike wants Buffy? Then Angel shook his head. Why would Spike want Buffy? Duh.
It changed point of views. This was Spike singing about himself, and directly to Angel, if his eyes locked on him was any indication.
He didn't know why he mean nothing? But he didn't mean nothing. He was a big meaningful something.
"And I don't know why.
Why?
I don't know."
Spike stepped off the stage, Angel automaticly following him.
When he reached the alley, Spike was gone. Disappeared.
But, Angel could still feel him near.
"You don't mean nothing." He said, talking to Spike, but looking around, he didn't see anything, so it looked like he was talking to air.
"You're a very big something."
Angel dropped his eyes as he thought about the conquences of saying this to Spike. Well, there wouldn't be any conquences if Spike kept disappearing everytime Angel wanted to talk to him.
Cordelia stepped out of the club at the exact second Angel left the alley, and Spike stepped out of the shadows.
"You're the seer?" Spike asked.
"That's me." Codelia affirmed.
"You're the one I'm suppose to help?"
Cordelia nodded.
"Well, pet, I guess I will." He walked over to her, and threw his arm over her shoulder. "Just so I don't have to have that head-spliting pain again."
*END*