Once AGAIN, With Feeling
Chapter Two: Abba
Buffy had been walking through the cemetery when she felt a familiar presence behind her.
'Vampire' Her Spider Sense told her. Without a moments hesitation Buffy whipped an extremely filed stake out of her dark denim jean jacket, praying to whomever was listening that Vamp dust wouldn't get on her new Calvin Kline jeans. Or in her hair for that matter she had spent hours curling it. For some odd reason, Buffy had felt like she had to look special, like she was to, what's the word? Ah yes, perform.
Pushing all odd thoughts behind her Buffy whirled around, about to plunge the stake into the evil fiends heart when a familiar voice brought her to a screeching halt.
"Whoa! Whoa! Buffy it's me!" Buffy rolled her eyes, and dropped her offensive stance.
"Spike, what are you doing here?" She asked while checking her nails for and dirt or other assorted ookies that may have gotten their, while secretly sneaking a look at Spike's tall 6'7 form. God, the Vampire practically towered over her, why hadn't she noticed that before?
"Looking for you luv, what else?" Spike took a step forward, and Buffy took one back. He wasn't wearing his duster tonight which was odd, though he did look sexy in those loose black jeans and tight red tank top. Odd, it was almost as if he had dressed up too.
"Well, you found me, so what do you want?" Spike raised and eyebrow as if to say, 'what do you think?' Buffy opened her mouth to say something when a funny feeling entered the pit of her stomach. Suddenly dizzy, Buffy grabbed the nearest tombstone for support.
"You okay, pet?" Objects started swirling and Buffy shook her head as she started to fall over. With Vampiric speed on his side, Spike caught her before she hit the ground. Spike picked her up and quickly set her on a stone pedestal jutting up from the ground with a worried look on his face.
"Pet, say something, speak to me." Buffy clutched her stomach in pain.
"It hurts, God it hurts!" Spike looked her over for any injuries, his eyes finding nothing.
"Where ducks, where does it hurt?" Buffy convulsed.
"Inside! It hurts inside!" With that Buffy screamed a scream that sent all demons and uglies that go bump in the night back to wherever they came. The Slayer was hurt and all those looking for a good fight wouldn't find it tonight.
Sugar almost regretted doing this, the Slayer was having a negative response to her Magick. Probably because her Slayer Senses had built up and immunity towards Sweets attack. Yep, that's right. Once a Slayer is hit with a magickal attack, they build an immunity the best the can. The pain the Slayer was feeling was her body's warning that the same type of attack was coming. Oh well, it would wear off in an hour or so. Sugar's magick had already began to permeate the town.
When Buffy awoke she was in a dark room surrounded by candles. Had she been taken for some sort of ritual sacrifice? Was there another new beastie that needed slaying? Buffy looked over to the left. Spike was sitting there watching her.
"You're awake." He stated. Buffy actually kind of wished it was a sacrifice. She didn't want to talk to Spike now.
"Spike, I have to go." Spike grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to get out of the bed.
"Buffy, don't."
"Why not, Spike, tell me for God's sake, why not!" She yelled.
Buffy broke his grip and threw the covers off. She was almost to the door when music started playing. It was a soft tune and Buffy froze in her spot as Spike's voice filled her ears.
Because,
They passed me by, all of those great romances
You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear, everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow
One of us had to go
Now it's different, I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Feeling sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all.
Don't be wishing you had never left at all.
Buffy turned back a look of horror upon her face. She opened her mouth, but instead of a question, a song came out.
I saw myself as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action
Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving
That's how I started the show
One of us had to go
Nothing's changed and I want you to know
Even though I'm crying
Even though I'm lying
In my lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing I was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for your call
Feeling sorry for myself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing I had never left you at all
Never left at all
Even though I'm not the one for you,
I've made the right call
Next time don't catch me when I fall.
The music slowly filtered away and Spike and Buffy were left staring at each other.
"Did we? We didn't! Did we?" Buffy's pleading eyes met Spike's, who nodded.
"Bloody hell, we did."
"We just sang." Both parties looked as if they would faint.
"For Christsakes Slayer! We just sang ABBA!!!"
"GILES." They both agreed in sound unison as they practically trampled over each other trying to get out the door.
Sugar howled in laughter as the Slayer and her lover ran towards the Watcher's place. This was too much fun!
Buffy had been walking through the cemetery when she felt a familiar presence behind her.
'Vampire' Her Spider Sense told her. Without a moments hesitation Buffy whipped an extremely filed stake out of her dark denim jean jacket, praying to whomever was listening that Vamp dust wouldn't get on her new Calvin Kline jeans. Or in her hair for that matter she had spent hours curling it. For some odd reason, Buffy had felt like she had to look special, like she was to, what's the word? Ah yes, perform.
Pushing all odd thoughts behind her Buffy whirled around, about to plunge the stake into the evil fiends heart when a familiar voice brought her to a screeching halt.
"Whoa! Whoa! Buffy it's me!" Buffy rolled her eyes, and dropped her offensive stance.
"Spike, what are you doing here?" She asked while checking her nails for and dirt or other assorted ookies that may have gotten their, while secretly sneaking a look at Spike's tall 6'7 form. God, the Vampire practically towered over her, why hadn't she noticed that before?
"Looking for you luv, what else?" Spike took a step forward, and Buffy took one back. He wasn't wearing his duster tonight which was odd, though he did look sexy in those loose black jeans and tight red tank top. Odd, it was almost as if he had dressed up too.
"Well, you found me, so what do you want?" Spike raised and eyebrow as if to say, 'what do you think?' Buffy opened her mouth to say something when a funny feeling entered the pit of her stomach. Suddenly dizzy, Buffy grabbed the nearest tombstone for support.
"You okay, pet?" Objects started swirling and Buffy shook her head as she started to fall over. With Vampiric speed on his side, Spike caught her before she hit the ground. Spike picked her up and quickly set her on a stone pedestal jutting up from the ground with a worried look on his face.
"Pet, say something, speak to me." Buffy clutched her stomach in pain.
"It hurts, God it hurts!" Spike looked her over for any injuries, his eyes finding nothing.
"Where ducks, where does it hurt?" Buffy convulsed.
"Inside! It hurts inside!" With that Buffy screamed a scream that sent all demons and uglies that go bump in the night back to wherever they came. The Slayer was hurt and all those looking for a good fight wouldn't find it tonight.
Sugar almost regretted doing this, the Slayer was having a negative response to her Magick. Probably because her Slayer Senses had built up and immunity towards Sweets attack. Yep, that's right. Once a Slayer is hit with a magickal attack, they build an immunity the best the can. The pain the Slayer was feeling was her body's warning that the same type of attack was coming. Oh well, it would wear off in an hour or so. Sugar's magick had already began to permeate the town.
When Buffy awoke she was in a dark room surrounded by candles. Had she been taken for some sort of ritual sacrifice? Was there another new beastie that needed slaying? Buffy looked over to the left. Spike was sitting there watching her.
"You're awake." He stated. Buffy actually kind of wished it was a sacrifice. She didn't want to talk to Spike now.
"Spike, I have to go." Spike grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to get out of the bed.
"Buffy, don't."
"Why not, Spike, tell me for God's sake, why not!" She yelled.
Buffy broke his grip and threw the covers off. She was almost to the door when music started playing. It was a soft tune and Buffy froze in her spot as Spike's voice filled her ears.
Because,
They passed me by, all of those great romances
You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear, everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow
One of us had to go
Now it's different, I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Feeling sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all.
Don't be wishing you had never left at all.
Buffy turned back a look of horror upon her face. She opened her mouth, but instead of a question, a song came out.
I saw myself as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action
Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving
That's how I started the show
One of us had to go
Nothing's changed and I want you to know
Even though I'm crying
Even though I'm lying
In my lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing I was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for your call
Feeling sorry for myself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing I had never left you at all
Never left at all
Even though I'm not the one for you,
I've made the right call
Next time don't catch me when I fall.
The music slowly filtered away and Spike and Buffy were left staring at each other.
"Did we? We didn't! Did we?" Buffy's pleading eyes met Spike's, who nodded.
"Bloody hell, we did."
"We just sang." Both parties looked as if they would faint.
"For Christsakes Slayer! We just sang ABBA!!!"
"GILES." They both agreed in sound unison as they practically trampled over each other trying to get out the door.
Sugar howled in laughter as the Slayer and her lover ran towards the Watcher's place. This was too much fun!