Chapter 2
"I need to visit Angel."
"Again?" Willow clamped her hand over Dawn's mouth, who scowled at the red headed witch.
"If you need to Buffy, then by all means." Willow said with a wavering smile.
"I'll be back in a few days. Take care of Dawn. I'll call."
"We'll be fine Buffy." Dawn rolled her eyes at her older sister. Buffy hugged them and hoisted up her duffel bag.
Spike was waiting down the block, in his disgusting car. She slung the bag inside and jumped in. "I didn't tell them. They think I'm going to see Angel." Spike didn't say anything. He started the car which puttered to life and took off towards the highway.
When the sun went down and Buffy dared to roll down her window she began to feel better about the whole thing. She really did need a vacation, and so what if she was nuts for taking one with Spike? What wasn't nuts these days?
"You look like a dog hanging out the window." Spike observed.
"The air smells better than inside your car. Besides, it's nice out, and you can see the stars."
"Big deal." She drew herself in, becoming serious.
"Do you think we could make it? Singing? I'm seriously doubting us."
"I wrote a song." Spike blurted out. "While you were inside."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's not much. It sorta explains how I feel. It's on the floor." Buffy picked up the piece of paper and squinted at the jaunty handwriting in the dimness of the car.
'Here I am
A Lonely man
Far from my mother Night
Here I am
A lonely man
Chained in the light
I never asked to be the one to be
Lost and found, then set free
I'm a demon in a man's clothes
And God only knows
That I…
Chorus: That I am, torn from limb to limb every night
Because I love what's wrong
And do everything that's right
That I love the good
And forgot that I could-
I could make the world bleed
It's been so long since I've done a bad deed
Don't you know I'm a bad boy
Not some baby Slayer's Toy
I'm a rebel, bleached of all that's pure
And you can bet for sure…
That I am, torn from limb to limb every night
Because I love what's wrong
And do everything that's right
That I love the good
And forgot that I could-
Give into the need
And let my soul be freed…'
"That's really good." Buffy said when she finished reading it. "It's kinda scary. I mean I know you have all these feelings, why shouldn't you. You don't have a soul and that's why you're all bad and icky. But you can write." Spike smiled a victorious smile.
His writing had come a long way. If only Cecily could see him now. Oh to bad, she's dead. Stupid bint.
"Next stop, LA." Spike pointed to the exit sign. Buffy nodded.
"I need to visit Angel."
"Again?" Willow clamped her hand over Dawn's mouth, who scowled at the red headed witch.
"If you need to Buffy, then by all means." Willow said with a wavering smile.
"I'll be back in a few days. Take care of Dawn. I'll call."
"We'll be fine Buffy." Dawn rolled her eyes at her older sister. Buffy hugged them and hoisted up her duffel bag.
Spike was waiting down the block, in his disgusting car. She slung the bag inside and jumped in. "I didn't tell them. They think I'm going to see Angel." Spike didn't say anything. He started the car which puttered to life and took off towards the highway.
When the sun went down and Buffy dared to roll down her window she began to feel better about the whole thing. She really did need a vacation, and so what if she was nuts for taking one with Spike? What wasn't nuts these days?
"You look like a dog hanging out the window." Spike observed.
"The air smells better than inside your car. Besides, it's nice out, and you can see the stars."
"Big deal." She drew herself in, becoming serious.
"Do you think we could make it? Singing? I'm seriously doubting us."
"I wrote a song." Spike blurted out. "While you were inside."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's not much. It sorta explains how I feel. It's on the floor." Buffy picked up the piece of paper and squinted at the jaunty handwriting in the dimness of the car.
'Here I am
A Lonely man
Far from my mother Night
Here I am
A lonely man
Chained in the light
I never asked to be the one to be
Lost and found, then set free
I'm a demon in a man's clothes
And God only knows
That I…
Chorus: That I am, torn from limb to limb every night
Because I love what's wrong
And do everything that's right
That I love the good
And forgot that I could-
I could make the world bleed
It's been so long since I've done a bad deed
Don't you know I'm a bad boy
Not some baby Slayer's Toy
I'm a rebel, bleached of all that's pure
And you can bet for sure…
That I am, torn from limb to limb every night
Because I love what's wrong
And do everything that's right
That I love the good
And forgot that I could-
Give into the need
And let my soul be freed…'
"That's really good." Buffy said when she finished reading it. "It's kinda scary. I mean I know you have all these feelings, why shouldn't you. You don't have a soul and that's why you're all bad and icky. But you can write." Spike smiled a victorious smile.
His writing had come a long way. If only Cecily could see him now. Oh to bad, she's dead. Stupid bint.
"Next stop, LA." Spike pointed to the exit sign. Buffy nodded.
