Chapter 5 "The Poem."
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, you should know this, owns it all!
Synopsis: Buffy pissed Spike off, and so he goes to Los Angeles (spanish for The Angels...haha, I love Spanish 10) and while there, he has a talk with Peaches...err...Angel.
Other notes: OK, here's where everything gets kicked up a notch. Is there a happy ending? Or will it alllllll come crashing down? Is it going to Buffy and Spike? Or is he going to side with what he's known for over a century and go with Angel? This might be seven chapters, at most. I'm not sure. It all depends if you want more! ^_^
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Dawn decided that school could be skipped on this day, and quickly made her way over to the Magic Box, where she knew everyone else would be. They would all be wondering where Buffy was. Buffy didn't say anything about Spike leaving, and neither did Dawn. So she'd get to be a storyteller for a good hour or so. She pushed the doors open grandly, and everyone looked up. Willow was the first out of her seat. "Dawn! What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be at ... . you know, school?"
"Yeah, but you know, I didn't want to go today," Dawn shrugged, throwing her bag on a vacant chair. "School is boring. 'specially today."
"But you're the next generation," Xander said, flipping boredly through a thick book. "You're supposed to not follow the previous generation's bad example of hating school. School is like, the place where you get smarter and know not to do such bad things. Bad Dawnie!"
"Where's Buffy?" Tara asked, knowing that everyone was dancing around the subject.
"She's gone," Dawn said simply. She was *so* going to enjoy this!
"Gone? What do you mean, exactly, 'gone'?" Giles questioned, taking off his glasses and cleaning them, as per usual.
"Gone, you know, not here? Elsewhere?" Dawn supplied, grinning.
"Yeah, that basically covered it, that word, gone," Xander nodded. "But we need specifics, Dawnster. Like, location wise. And don't get smart with coordinates."
"Where did she go?" Anya asked. "I mean, we didn't drive her off again, did we? And where's chip boy? Did he kidnap her!?"
"No, no no!" Dawn exclaimed, shutting the ex-demon up. "OK, now I'm going to say this once, and once only, and leave your questions until I'm done, got it?" Everyone nodded. "Spike and Buffy were fighting, and she pissed him off. Like, pushed him over the edge, and he left Sunnydale. To where, I'm thinking L.A. It's, like the place you'd go to escape everything." Willow opened her mouth, but Dawn cut her off. "Yeah, Angel's there. We know. Old story, the stupid poofster." Anya grinned as Dawn used another Spike-ism. "Anyways, Buffy was out at the graveyard, talking to Mom, and she realized that she loves Spike, or misjudged him terribly, take your pick...I personally like the first one, they're so cute togeth---" She stopped when she saw the look in Giles' eyes. "Right, back on track here. So she decided to do something she should've done a long time ago. She left to L.A. To find Spike."
"Just like that?" Willow asked. "I mean, she usually tells us..."
"She had to do this, Willow," Dawn stressed the point. "Right then. Spike could easily skip Los Angeles anytime, and so she needed to go when she knew he'd be there for at least a day." She saw the looks in their eyes. "She loves him, you stupid idiots!!!!"
"Loves him?" Xander echoed. "You mean she *loves* Deadboy Jr.?"
"YES!" Dawn yelled, standing up. "Is it so hard to believe? Spike's the only one that truly cared for Buffy. Not Angel, or Parker, whoever the hell that is, or Riley! And if you guys don't approve of the relationship, should they have one, to hell with you!"
"Dawn," Tara soothed, pulling the young woman down to her seat again. "We're just a little shocked, that's all. We knew there was something between them, but love wasn't the idea that popped into our heads. Buffy would want us to hold down the fort while she's gone, and that's what we're going to do, right guys?"
"Yes," Giles nodded. "That would be the correct thing to do. Buffy needs to sort out her feelings, and we all need to be supportive. Now, let's get back to researching that demon that's been feeding on the electricity recently." All saluted, and went back to the traditonal research, while Dawn gave up on the books, and went to the internet on Willow's laptop.
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Buffy never felt more nervous and determined in her life. Her hands gripped the steering wheel until they turned white, and she realized that she had to loosen her grip. The radio was playing a song that Spike was singing once when she barged in on him in his crypt. In her hasty packing state, she had thrown in a few stakes, and for some odd reason, a copy of a poem that she found pinned to her door. The writing was neat, very english-y looking. Buffy had fallen in love with the words, wondering who could have written it.
Slowing down a bit, Buffy pulled the poem out of the opened bag, and put it on the dashboard, where she could read it. "I wonder who wrote it," she mused, hoping this would slow down her heart, so she wouldn't have a heart attack. "I'm glad no one's seen this, they'd all think that I had some stalker or something. I don't even know if it's for me, hell, when was the last time someone wrote me a poem?" She stopped breathing for a moment as she figured out who would. "Spike?" She looked at the poem, reading each of the words again:
The voices of a thousand dead
speak to me about my life
the way you changed me,
and when you are near me,
I never feel the strife.
You're everything I could want
But your heart is so cold to me
I long for the day to call you mine
The way you changed me,
The perfect love, can't you see?
My heart belongs to you,
The goddess of the night,
the way you changed me,
I'll never forget your face,
Although mine, you might.
The world has lifted it's weight
Off of my shoulders, it's finally gone,
Just to be with you, my love,
Is all I could ever want,
the way you changed me,
From your lips comes the sweetest song
Fate's been cruel to us,
keeping us apart for too many years,
but I believe, we are meant to be
the way you changed me,
My life's been empty
My eyes releasing sour tears
I want to love you
My love is out for all to see,
You lead me to the place
where I can be in peace,
the way you changed me,
My only hope,
is that you can love me.*
Tears came to Buffy's eyes, as she finished reading the poem. It was quite lengthy, and every time she read it, she was reduced to tears. "The poem, it was so sweet, the poet feeling the one he loved could never love him ba--" Buffy stopped talking right then and there. The poem...it spoke so clearly of Spike's love for her. "Spike....I had no idea you could write so beautifully...God, How can I misjudge you so clearly? Wait, I see how I can ... I hope I get there in time..." She pressed on the gas, and was greeted with the same sign that Spike had seen just the other day:
"Welcome to Los Angeles--Bienvenidos de Los Angeles."
*This poem took me about ten minutes to do. What did you think of it?
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Author's notes: Well, there's a short, and very cliff-hangery chapter. Sorry it's like this, but I have some major work to do in school, and maybe I'll get the sixth chapter done later. No Spike? how could she do that? you ask, well, you just saw how. But don't worry, the next chapter he's back in the limelight again. Review please!
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, you should know this, owns it all!
Synopsis: Buffy pissed Spike off, and so he goes to Los Angeles (spanish for The Angels...haha, I love Spanish 10) and while there, he has a talk with Peaches...err...Angel.
Other notes: OK, here's where everything gets kicked up a notch. Is there a happy ending? Or will it alllllll come crashing down? Is it going to Buffy and Spike? Or is he going to side with what he's known for over a century and go with Angel? This might be seven chapters, at most. I'm not sure. It all depends if you want more! ^_^
* * *
Dawn decided that school could be skipped on this day, and quickly made her way over to the Magic Box, where she knew everyone else would be. They would all be wondering where Buffy was. Buffy didn't say anything about Spike leaving, and neither did Dawn. So she'd get to be a storyteller for a good hour or so. She pushed the doors open grandly, and everyone looked up. Willow was the first out of her seat. "Dawn! What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be at ... . you know, school?"
"Yeah, but you know, I didn't want to go today," Dawn shrugged, throwing her bag on a vacant chair. "School is boring. 'specially today."
"But you're the next generation," Xander said, flipping boredly through a thick book. "You're supposed to not follow the previous generation's bad example of hating school. School is like, the place where you get smarter and know not to do such bad things. Bad Dawnie!"
"Where's Buffy?" Tara asked, knowing that everyone was dancing around the subject.
"She's gone," Dawn said simply. She was *so* going to enjoy this!
"Gone? What do you mean, exactly, 'gone'?" Giles questioned, taking off his glasses and cleaning them, as per usual.
"Gone, you know, not here? Elsewhere?" Dawn supplied, grinning.
"Yeah, that basically covered it, that word, gone," Xander nodded. "But we need specifics, Dawnster. Like, location wise. And don't get smart with coordinates."
"Where did she go?" Anya asked. "I mean, we didn't drive her off again, did we? And where's chip boy? Did he kidnap her!?"
"No, no no!" Dawn exclaimed, shutting the ex-demon up. "OK, now I'm going to say this once, and once only, and leave your questions until I'm done, got it?" Everyone nodded. "Spike and Buffy were fighting, and she pissed him off. Like, pushed him over the edge, and he left Sunnydale. To where, I'm thinking L.A. It's, like the place you'd go to escape everything." Willow opened her mouth, but Dawn cut her off. "Yeah, Angel's there. We know. Old story, the stupid poofster." Anya grinned as Dawn used another Spike-ism. "Anyways, Buffy was out at the graveyard, talking to Mom, and she realized that she loves Spike, or misjudged him terribly, take your pick...I personally like the first one, they're so cute togeth---" She stopped when she saw the look in Giles' eyes. "Right, back on track here. So she decided to do something she should've done a long time ago. She left to L.A. To find Spike."
"Just like that?" Willow asked. "I mean, she usually tells us..."
"She had to do this, Willow," Dawn stressed the point. "Right then. Spike could easily skip Los Angeles anytime, and so she needed to go when she knew he'd be there for at least a day." She saw the looks in their eyes. "She loves him, you stupid idiots!!!!"
"Loves him?" Xander echoed. "You mean she *loves* Deadboy Jr.?"
"YES!" Dawn yelled, standing up. "Is it so hard to believe? Spike's the only one that truly cared for Buffy. Not Angel, or Parker, whoever the hell that is, or Riley! And if you guys don't approve of the relationship, should they have one, to hell with you!"
"Dawn," Tara soothed, pulling the young woman down to her seat again. "We're just a little shocked, that's all. We knew there was something between them, but love wasn't the idea that popped into our heads. Buffy would want us to hold down the fort while she's gone, and that's what we're going to do, right guys?"
"Yes," Giles nodded. "That would be the correct thing to do. Buffy needs to sort out her feelings, and we all need to be supportive. Now, let's get back to researching that demon that's been feeding on the electricity recently." All saluted, and went back to the traditonal research, while Dawn gave up on the books, and went to the internet on Willow's laptop.
* * *
Buffy never felt more nervous and determined in her life. Her hands gripped the steering wheel until they turned white, and she realized that she had to loosen her grip. The radio was playing a song that Spike was singing once when she barged in on him in his crypt. In her hasty packing state, she had thrown in a few stakes, and for some odd reason, a copy of a poem that she found pinned to her door. The writing was neat, very english-y looking. Buffy had fallen in love with the words, wondering who could have written it.
Slowing down a bit, Buffy pulled the poem out of the opened bag, and put it on the dashboard, where she could read it. "I wonder who wrote it," she mused, hoping this would slow down her heart, so she wouldn't have a heart attack. "I'm glad no one's seen this, they'd all think that I had some stalker or something. I don't even know if it's for me, hell, when was the last time someone wrote me a poem?" She stopped breathing for a moment as she figured out who would. "Spike?" She looked at the poem, reading each of the words again:
The voices of a thousand dead
speak to me about my life
the way you changed me,
and when you are near me,
I never feel the strife.
You're everything I could want
But your heart is so cold to me
I long for the day to call you mine
The way you changed me,
The perfect love, can't you see?
My heart belongs to you,
The goddess of the night,
the way you changed me,
I'll never forget your face,
Although mine, you might.
The world has lifted it's weight
Off of my shoulders, it's finally gone,
Just to be with you, my love,
Is all I could ever want,
the way you changed me,
From your lips comes the sweetest song
Fate's been cruel to us,
keeping us apart for too many years,
but I believe, we are meant to be
the way you changed me,
My life's been empty
My eyes releasing sour tears
I want to love you
My love is out for all to see,
You lead me to the place
where I can be in peace,
the way you changed me,
My only hope,
is that you can love me.*
Tears came to Buffy's eyes, as she finished reading the poem. It was quite lengthy, and every time she read it, she was reduced to tears. "The poem, it was so sweet, the poet feeling the one he loved could never love him ba--" Buffy stopped talking right then and there. The poem...it spoke so clearly of Spike's love for her. "Spike....I had no idea you could write so beautifully...God, How can I misjudge you so clearly? Wait, I see how I can ... I hope I get there in time..." She pressed on the gas, and was greeted with the same sign that Spike had seen just the other day:
"Welcome to Los Angeles--Bienvenidos de Los Angeles."
*This poem took me about ten minutes to do. What did you think of it?
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Author's notes: Well, there's a short, and very cliff-hangery chapter. Sorry it's like this, but I have some major work to do in school, and maybe I'll get the sixth chapter done later. No Spike? how could she do that? you ask, well, you just saw how. But don't worry, the next chapter he's back in the limelight again. Review please!
