Chapter 10
` "This one."
"She's a beauty isn't she? It's the turquoise color. People love it."
"Um Spike. We don't have enough for amps." Buffy shook his arm. Spike froze with the electric guitar. Honestly, neither had thought of that.
"Of course. What was I thinking." Spike thrust the guitar back into the guy's arms. "Can I see what you have for acoustic?"
"But you love that guitar."
"I love you more." Her stomach growled, protesting its lack of food.
"It's settled Buffy." After a little while they left with a much less expensive acoustic guitar and headed to a diner down the street.
"Are we gonna stop by the studio today?" Buffy asked, taking a large bite of her sandwich.
"I was hoping we'd have at least one more song to go in with." Spike stirred his tea, staring into the translucent brown liquid. He sniffed the air, the scent of lemon and tea tingling his nose. "What do you think?"
"Sure. I think we can do it." Buffy smiled, confidently.
"Faith knock you around? You've been acting really strange today. He leaned over and squinted. "If I didn't know the Buffybot was truly destroyed than I'd say you were her."
"Shut up." Buffy tinged slightly pink. Although she had been kissing him frequently she didn't want to admit she was really starting to like him. Waking up in his arms was Heaven. Again. But was still afraid. Afraid that she would wake up and he would go back to hunting her, to pulling her towards the inferno. The dance floor lit by fire, made for the two of them.
"Well let's start writing then." Buffy pulled out a notebook and pen. It had the emblem of the motel emblazoned on it.
"I came prepared." She pushed them across the table, suddenly aware of her hand, close to his. Spike picked up the pen and stuck it in his mouth, like a cigarette as he furrowed his brow in thought.
\\I listen to a song tonight
And it takes me away
Somewhere I know I've been before
She's buying a stairway to heaven
But the price is too high
I've seen her pay for it
With the greatest sacrifice
But she never gets to see the glittering door
Can she take anymore?
Watching her I know
Turning her away is crueler than
Leading her into my world
Why are we chosen to fight?
What more can we learn?
They turned her away at the door
And I know I'll never make it that far
I guess that's the price you pay
For living
I never asked to be this man
I never asked to walk this path
So why am I so glad to be here
Watching her?
I listen to a song tonight
And it takes me away
Somewhere I know I've been before
She's buying a stairway to heaven
But the price is too high
I've seen her pay for it
With the greatest sacrifice
But she never gets to see the glittering door
Can she take anymore?
I believe if I believe enough in her
She'll make it
And I'll make it
But God how can I believe?//
Spike held the pen posed, all chewed at the end, and put it down, as if closing a book, satisfied. A dreamy look came over his face, as if he had expelled some gut wrenching secret, and was now free of it. For a long time Buffy didn't ask to see it, preferring to leave him to his moment and eat her sandwich. The waitress came over and handed her their bill. Spike pulled some of the remains of the money from his pocket and picked up his guitar. He reached for the song to stick into his pocket but picked up the bill by accident. It wasn't until they were driving back to the motel he realized.
"We can go back." Buffy said soothingly.
"No. We can't. They probably tossed it out." Spike pressed his face to the steering wheel in defeat.
"Don't give up yet." Buffy put a reassuring hand on his arm. "Think for a moment. Don't try to picture the whole thing, just words." Spike yanked the pen out of his pocket as Buffy grabbed the wheel and started scribbling on his arm.
They got back to the motel and Spike tossed his blanket on the bed, carelessly. He sat down and pulled up his sleeve to see if he could read the words. Buffy came over and looked at his arm, slowly working her way up, as the words entered her head, making their way down to her heart.
"That's beautiful." She said at last. She leaned over and kissed the words on his arm, right at the elbow. The sensual ness tore a new hole in Spike. God he wanted to take her right then. He feel her in his arms again. "It's like you can read my mind. It's every thought I have. How do you know me like you do?"
"I don't know." He lifted her from her kneeling position on the floor and kissed her softly.
` "This one."
"She's a beauty isn't she? It's the turquoise color. People love it."
"Um Spike. We don't have enough for amps." Buffy shook his arm. Spike froze with the electric guitar. Honestly, neither had thought of that.
"Of course. What was I thinking." Spike thrust the guitar back into the guy's arms. "Can I see what you have for acoustic?"
"But you love that guitar."
"I love you more." Her stomach growled, protesting its lack of food.
"It's settled Buffy." After a little while they left with a much less expensive acoustic guitar and headed to a diner down the street.
"Are we gonna stop by the studio today?" Buffy asked, taking a large bite of her sandwich.
"I was hoping we'd have at least one more song to go in with." Spike stirred his tea, staring into the translucent brown liquid. He sniffed the air, the scent of lemon and tea tingling his nose. "What do you think?"
"Sure. I think we can do it." Buffy smiled, confidently.
"Faith knock you around? You've been acting really strange today. He leaned over and squinted. "If I didn't know the Buffybot was truly destroyed than I'd say you were her."
"Shut up." Buffy tinged slightly pink. Although she had been kissing him frequently she didn't want to admit she was really starting to like him. Waking up in his arms was Heaven. Again. But was still afraid. Afraid that she would wake up and he would go back to hunting her, to pulling her towards the inferno. The dance floor lit by fire, made for the two of them.
"Well let's start writing then." Buffy pulled out a notebook and pen. It had the emblem of the motel emblazoned on it.
"I came prepared." She pushed them across the table, suddenly aware of her hand, close to his. Spike picked up the pen and stuck it in his mouth, like a cigarette as he furrowed his brow in thought.
\\I listen to a song tonight
And it takes me away
Somewhere I know I've been before
She's buying a stairway to heaven
But the price is too high
I've seen her pay for it
With the greatest sacrifice
But she never gets to see the glittering door
Can she take anymore?
Watching her I know
Turning her away is crueler than
Leading her into my world
Why are we chosen to fight?
What more can we learn?
They turned her away at the door
And I know I'll never make it that far
I guess that's the price you pay
For living
I never asked to be this man
I never asked to walk this path
So why am I so glad to be here
Watching her?
I listen to a song tonight
And it takes me away
Somewhere I know I've been before
She's buying a stairway to heaven
But the price is too high
I've seen her pay for it
With the greatest sacrifice
But she never gets to see the glittering door
Can she take anymore?
I believe if I believe enough in her
She'll make it
And I'll make it
But God how can I believe?//
Spike held the pen posed, all chewed at the end, and put it down, as if closing a book, satisfied. A dreamy look came over his face, as if he had expelled some gut wrenching secret, and was now free of it. For a long time Buffy didn't ask to see it, preferring to leave him to his moment and eat her sandwich. The waitress came over and handed her their bill. Spike pulled some of the remains of the money from his pocket and picked up his guitar. He reached for the song to stick into his pocket but picked up the bill by accident. It wasn't until they were driving back to the motel he realized.
"We can go back." Buffy said soothingly.
"No. We can't. They probably tossed it out." Spike pressed his face to the steering wheel in defeat.
"Don't give up yet." Buffy put a reassuring hand on his arm. "Think for a moment. Don't try to picture the whole thing, just words." Spike yanked the pen out of his pocket as Buffy grabbed the wheel and started scribbling on his arm.
They got back to the motel and Spike tossed his blanket on the bed, carelessly. He sat down and pulled up his sleeve to see if he could read the words. Buffy came over and looked at his arm, slowly working her way up, as the words entered her head, making their way down to her heart.
"That's beautiful." She said at last. She leaned over and kissed the words on his arm, right at the elbow. The sensual ness tore a new hole in Spike. God he wanted to take her right then. He feel her in his arms again. "It's like you can read my mind. It's every thought I have. How do you know me like you do?"
"I don't know." He lifted her from her kneeling position on the floor and kissed her softly.
