A Deathly Romance:
El Tango de Buffy (CH. 2)
By obi's girl
Disclaimer: El Tango de Buffy (El Tango de Roxanne) is from Moulin Rouge, normally song by Ewan Mcgregor will be sung by Death aka Jack verses Spike in this fic, in dedication to their true love, Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer.
Buffy kissed Him one last time before pulling away. Death smiled, grabbing her arm, her body landing on him. "I really have to go; Angel - if I'm not there; I have to go."
He nodded, brushing her golden bangs behind her ears and kissed her cheek. "Why do you go to him if your heart doesn't belong to him?"
She looked down, sighing, "In the beginning, he was my true love..."
Death raised her chin to him and smiled, "And now? Do you still love him?"
Buffy shrugged, walking away from him, crossing her arms around her waist. "I can't answer that right now." She swirled around, and smiled wishfully, "I do love you, but..."
"Part of you still loves him. Buffy, I'm risking everything here to be with you..."
"And I love you for that, but I'm not ready to cut Angel out of my life. He was my first love." She paused, taking his hands and smiled. "You have to understand, ever since I saw Angel, I knew I loved him and vowed to love him forever. I was willing to give him everything..."
He frowned, "So am I."
Buffy kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly. "I will always love you. You know that but I'm not ready to tell Angel to get lost; not yet. I've lost him several times before and barely survived each time. I just need time."
He laughed, "Time."
The Slayer smiled back as she disappeared into the night, Death watching after her. He stood there for so long, he didn't even notice a vampire run into him drunk. Spike glared at Death in disgust as he took another sip of rum.
"Watch where you're standing mate!" he warned. Death laughed, walking off causing Spike to drop his flask. "Hey! I'm not finished with you!"
Jack turned back to him, looking at the vamp for the first time. He knew him - Spike, William the Bloody; one of the many hearts Buffy had broken. "You're Spike."
Spike glanced around for anyone who might have been watching before confronting Him again. "Yeah, who are you?"
"No one you need to know."
He laughed, taking note of the suit and his ghastly expression. "Hey, you're Death, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not. Do I look like Death? Do I fit the description of a robed man with a skiff?"
Spike laughed, "No, but you're wearing all black and you don't have a pulse; and I know you're not a vampire - vampires don't wander around the cemetery, waiting for a prey." He paused, nodding, "What's up mate? Why are you here?"
Jack waved him off but Spike didn't budge. "Leave me alone."
"Yeah, you've been alone for like what eternity and I'm the first vamp you come across in a good long while and you want me to get lost? Forget it." He paused again, "Why are you here or should I say, who are you here for?"
He nodded, "I have to go. She might want to see me later."
Spike raised an eyebrow, "She? She who?"
Death gritted his teeth, glaring back at the vamp and he smiled. "Buffy. You and Slayer, interesting but I gotta warn you, Angel, she's his gurl and there's nothing you can do about it."
Jack huffed, looking away, "Buffy, you don't have to sleep with him tonight Sleep with man you don't love; you don't care if it is wrong or right."
Spike dropped his smoke, looking hopefully up into the night sky. "Buffy; you don't have to slay tonight You're always trying to undo what you feel is wrong."
Tears glistened in his eyes as he sang, staring at the moon. "His eyes upon your face; His hand upon your hand; His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand!"
The vampire dropped onto the ground, removing his black jacket, ripping his shirt apart dramatically, "Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight. You're free to abandon me but just don't deceive me."
Death fell down next to him, placing his arm over Spike's shoulder, crying and singing. "And please believe me when I say I love you." The stopped, glancing oddly at each other before continuing with the song.
Jack huffed, calling to mind some past language he picked up with in his travels through time. "Yo que te quiero tanto, que voy a hacer? Me dejaste...me dejaste como una paloma El alma se me fue; se me fue el corazon. Ya no tengo ganas de vivir porque no te puedo convencer Que no te vendas, Buffy."
Spike glared at him. "And I who love you so much; what am I going to do? You left me...you left me like a dove; My soul has left me; my heart has left me; I no longer wish to live because I cannot convince you to leave Angel, your one love."
"Buffy, you don't have to go with Angel tonight."
The vamp sneered, singing louder than the Dark Angel, "Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight."
Seeing what he was trying to do stood up, removing his arm from his shoulder, grinding his teeth. "Buffy, you're always trying to do what is right Buffy - you don't have to go with Angel tonight"
"Why does my heart cry?"
Death rolled his eyes, walking over to the tree, leaning against it. "Buffy - you're always trying to do what is right."
"Feelings I can't fight - I love you, Slayer."
He nodded, staring up at the moon, "Buffy, *We're RIGHT!!!!" Jack turned around, glaring at Spike. The two stared at each other for a long moment before walking in the opposite direction.
TBC
Disclaimer: El Tango de Buffy (El Tango de Roxanne) is from Moulin Rouge, normally song by Ewan Mcgregor will be sung by Death aka Jack verses Spike in this fic, in dedication to their true love, Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer.
Buffy kissed Him one last time before pulling away. Death smiled, grabbing her arm, her body landing on him. "I really have to go; Angel - if I'm not there; I have to go."
He nodded, brushing her golden bangs behind her ears and kissed her cheek. "Why do you go to him if your heart doesn't belong to him?"
She looked down, sighing, "In the beginning, he was my true love..."
Death raised her chin to him and smiled, "And now? Do you still love him?"
Buffy shrugged, walking away from him, crossing her arms around her waist. "I can't answer that right now." She swirled around, and smiled wishfully, "I do love you, but..."
"Part of you still loves him. Buffy, I'm risking everything here to be with you..."
"And I love you for that, but I'm not ready to cut Angel out of my life. He was my first love." She paused, taking his hands and smiled. "You have to understand, ever since I saw Angel, I knew I loved him and vowed to love him forever. I was willing to give him everything..."
He frowned, "So am I."
Buffy kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly. "I will always love you. You know that but I'm not ready to tell Angel to get lost; not yet. I've lost him several times before and barely survived each time. I just need time."
He laughed, "Time."
The Slayer smiled back as she disappeared into the night, Death watching after her. He stood there for so long, he didn't even notice a vampire run into him drunk. Spike glared at Death in disgust as he took another sip of rum.
"Watch where you're standing mate!" he warned. Death laughed, walking off causing Spike to drop his flask. "Hey! I'm not finished with you!"
Jack turned back to him, looking at the vamp for the first time. He knew him - Spike, William the Bloody; one of the many hearts Buffy had broken. "You're Spike."
Spike glanced around for anyone who might have been watching before confronting Him again. "Yeah, who are you?"
"No one you need to know."
He laughed, taking note of the suit and his ghastly expression. "Hey, you're Death, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not. Do I look like Death? Do I fit the description of a robed man with a skiff?"
Spike laughed, "No, but you're wearing all black and you don't have a pulse; and I know you're not a vampire - vampires don't wander around the cemetery, waiting for a prey." He paused, nodding, "What's up mate? Why are you here?"
Jack waved him off but Spike didn't budge. "Leave me alone."
"Yeah, you've been alone for like what eternity and I'm the first vamp you come across in a good long while and you want me to get lost? Forget it." He paused again, "Why are you here or should I say, who are you here for?"
He nodded, "I have to go. She might want to see me later."
Spike raised an eyebrow, "She? She who?"
Death gritted his teeth, glaring back at the vamp and he smiled. "Buffy. You and Slayer, interesting but I gotta warn you, Angel, she's his gurl and there's nothing you can do about it."
Jack huffed, looking away, "Buffy, you don't have to sleep with him tonight Sleep with man you don't love; you don't care if it is wrong or right."
Spike dropped his smoke, looking hopefully up into the night sky. "Buffy; you don't have to slay tonight You're always trying to undo what you feel is wrong."
Tears glistened in his eyes as he sang, staring at the moon. "His eyes upon your face; His hand upon your hand; His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand!"
The vampire dropped onto the ground, removing his black jacket, ripping his shirt apart dramatically, "Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight. You're free to abandon me but just don't deceive me."
Death fell down next to him, placing his arm over Spike's shoulder, crying and singing. "And please believe me when I say I love you." The stopped, glancing oddly at each other before continuing with the song.
Jack huffed, calling to mind some past language he picked up with in his travels through time. "Yo que te quiero tanto, que voy a hacer? Me dejaste...me dejaste como una paloma El alma se me fue; se me fue el corazon. Ya no tengo ganas de vivir porque no te puedo convencer Que no te vendas, Buffy."
Spike glared at him. "And I who love you so much; what am I going to do? You left me...you left me like a dove; My soul has left me; my heart has left me; I no longer wish to live because I cannot convince you to leave Angel, your one love."
"Buffy, you don't have to go with Angel tonight."
The vamp sneered, singing louder than the Dark Angel, "Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight."
Seeing what he was trying to do stood up, removing his arm from his shoulder, grinding his teeth. "Buffy, you're always trying to do what is right Buffy - you don't have to go with Angel tonight"
"Why does my heart cry?"
Death rolled his eyes, walking over to the tree, leaning against it. "Buffy - you're always trying to do what is right."
"Feelings I can't fight - I love you, Slayer."
He nodded, staring up at the moon, "Buffy, *We're RIGHT!!!!" Jack turned around, glaring at Spike. The two stared at each other for a long moment before walking in the opposite direction.
TBC
