Title: The One I Love (1/1)
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@aol.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song, "The One I Love" is by REM, off their album, Document.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Season 2 of Angel, basically just the karaoke bar there. (Oh, I couldn't stay away from karaoke too long. You guys know that.)
Summary: Angel sings to find out the future of the lost soul he's supposed to find. The Host always picks up on more than he should.
Author's Notes: I couldn't resist. You guys now I love karaoke. I need to wean myself slowly from it, so here's a nice little piece I've been thinking of for a while now. Enjoy!
Dedicated to: All those who loved the Karaoke Series. Or even liked it a little. You guys made that thing possible, and this is a tribute to you.
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"This one goes out to the one I love.
This one goes out to the one I've left behind.
A simple prop to occupy my time.
This one goes out to the one I love."
The dark haired vampire struggled a little with the words and the melody. These modern songs were so confusing to get the melody down, but it wasn't as if you could stand up here and sing Bach. No, that just wasn't happening.
So, he was making a fool of himself, yet again. But, this time it is for real, and not around any of his employees. They had opted out of this road trip, and Angel did not blame them.
They were searching for a girl Wolfram & Hart had repeatedly been using for their double-dealings. What else was new?
This girl was something special. She held the key. The key to eternal life, without becoming a vampire. Wolfram & Hart wanted her because of that, but she saw through their disguises after a matter of time. Over a hundred years of experience in life will do that to a person.
So, Angel was looking for her, and he was desperate, and everyone knew what that meant. He went singing.
"Fiiirrre."
Angel tried really hard to make his voice sound like the voice on the radio had sounded. He heard this song on the radio on his drive over, and decided it was as good as any to sing.
He really didn't like singing. He blamed it on the wanting to keep the shadows thing he had going on. The singing was very conspicuous and left him feeling very open, like everyone was prying him open with dull crowbars.
Spike would have no trouble singing up here. He loved to be in the center of attention. He always laughed at Angelus tendency to stay out of the lime light, always seducing the pretty things away from the crowd of the people. But Spike, oh...
Spike. Angel's mind briefly wandered for a bit on that man. Vampire. Whatever.
"This one goes out to the one I love.
This one goes out to the one I've left behind.
A simple prop to occupy my time.
This one goes out to the one I love."
As Angel sang the words again, same verse, thanking God for that, he realized the words fit with him and Spike perfectly. Every word.
"Fiirre." Angel sang again, mind still reeling with that revelation. How long had it been since he'd thought of Spike that way? Oh, maybe a hundred years, give or take a few.
Spike. How could Angel ever forget Spike? A little smile flitted across his face, before realizing that he was still on stage, and the demons and people of the bar were still watching him.
"This one goes out to the one I love.
This one goes out to the one I've left behind.
A simple prop to occupy my time.
This one goes out to the one I love."
Angel's eyes flicked around for his green demon friend, but couldn't locate him.
He focused on the last line of the song, the word that meant so much to him and Spike, and all others of their kind.
"Fiiirre." He finished at barely a whisper, but the microphone carried the words out to the crowd.
Angel put the mic back, stepped off stage, got halfway to the bar, before the green demon stopped beside him.
"So?" Angel asked, impatient as always, wanting to get out of his self-made humiliation, and back to saving the innocent.
"So, you've got a lot of emotion behind that stony-looking mug of yours. I knew you were a softy, but who knew it was for short blond men as well as females." The demon took a swig of his drink, before setting it on one of the nearby tables.
"Talk. Now." Angel growled, a bit upset of Spike being brought up by the host.
"Alright, big fella, but you never know when those emotions are going to bite you hard."
Angel simply glared.
The demon cast one look behind him, before deciding to talk. Angel, focused on the demon, missed what he was looking at. Or rather who.
A rather short, bleached blond male.
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