A/N: Not sure if I should continue, as no one seems to be reading this. If
you are, review! Just letting you know, Faith's little riff was pure me,
but the other songs are Rest in Peace, from OMWF, and It Is You I Have
Loved by Dana Glover. Not mine. Those of you reading this, here it is.
Singing Angels
Faith was crashed on the couch, reading the Bell Jar for English, when the door slammed.
"Come on in, Mr Football Captain!" Buffy said, flirtatiously. Faith grimaced when Angel's own little laugh could be heard. The two walked into the living room.
"Oh great. My sister, the social outcast. Can you please leave? Because I would like to spend time with Angel without *you* breathing down our necks," she spat, twining her hand in Angel's. He smiled apologetically. Faith got up.
"Whatever. Like your spineless boyfriend and you actually care what you do, so long as it's *cool*. What college are you applying to, Buffy? UCSunnydale? Wherever Angel goes? So you're Miss Popularity, who cares? That just means you're the biggest bitch in the bunch."
She stalked out, leaving her book behind.
Buffy shrugged, then smiled sweetly up at Angel.
"Where were we?" she whispered, snaking her arms around his neck. He caught hold of her hands, smiling.
"Maybe you shouldn't whale on your sister so much. I mean, she's right about colleges and stuff."
"What is this? Pity Faith day? Look, she's the one that lives on a different planet, is it *my* fault she's not happy there? In junior high, I offered her a place on the squad. And she took advantage. She nearly took you! You know how much I love you," she pouted, tears pooling in her eyes. He relented, and held her close.
Faith shook her head in disgust, and whirled around, and up the stairs. Flopping onto her bed, she turned up the music, loud. How could her sister be so self involved?
She picked up a guitar in the corner, and started plucking strings, humming slightly.
"We can't exist in the same place, Not while you're showing you're two faced. Why can't you just wake up, and tune in to reality? It's gonna be a harsh light, Pickin' up on all that stuff you hide. Bitch, make it bright. I wanna see it shine. "
Faith smiled slightly, and picked up a battered notebook, and scribbled down chords, and words. Lying back, she folded her hands under her head, and lay there, thinking.
Faith slammed her locker shut, as Gunn checked out the passing girls.
"Could you *stop* that?" she complained. He grinned, and bent his head to stare at the passing girl's ass better.
"Look, there's that guy again," she muttered. The blonde was cutting through the crowd easily, his swagger, and the peroxide making him stand out.
"Oh so you noticed?" Gunn laughed.
"What?" she demanded defensively.
"Faith, you have been starin' at the poor guy for at least five minutes!"
"No I haven't! I've been, staring at the prom sign. Don't you think that the prom is *so* cool?" she asked, in a pretty good imitation of her sister.
"Nope, but that doesn't answer my questions as to why you're staring at the guy, when the last guy you were checking out was Angel."
Faith winced. Then tossed her dark hair.
"Okay, I think he's cute. But he's a total bad ass, its bad enough Mom and Buffy are on my case, why give them something extra to worry about? Plus, he's already got more than half the population staring after him."
Gunn looked over. Buffy and her acolytes were fawning over the new guy it was true. He looked again. The blonde was talking to Buffy, true, but every so often, his eyes slid over to the leather clad Faith.
"Actually, I think the guy is doin' a damn good impression of checkin' you out," he laughed. Faith glanced over, and caught his eye. He gave her a slow, cocky grin, and resumed talking with Buffy.
"Arrgh, the guy is just a good flirt. It doesn't mean anything," Faith protested, her cheeks flushing.
"Nope. Nothin' whatsoever. Don't you need to turn in that assignment to Bookman?"
"Yeah," she agreed hastily, picking up her books, and scarpering. Spike watched her go, letting a little half smile cross his face.
"Excuse me?' Harmony demanded, waving a hand in front of his face.
"Sorry pet," he said, not sounding at all contrite.
"Faith, good work. But I want to see less of an opinion, and more generalised data in the next assignment. How's the search for a tutor in history coming along?" Mrs Bookman asked chattily.
"Not great. They're all tutoring the jocks. And I don't really know anyone,' Faith replied, shifting her books from one side to another.
"Will you let me ask around? I think I have a couple of seniors who are free. Oh, and can you tell your sister, we need the song for the concert prepared soon."
"Sure Mrs Bookman," Faith sighed, as the teacher walked away. No chance. Seeing Buffy was a torture all too large to be prolonged. Gunn approached and fell into step.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing. Five by five, you?" she answered, with a false smile. He stopped.
"Faith girl, I've known you forever. You think I'm gonna buy this 'five by five', and let it go? Fat chance, now what's wrong?" he laughed.
She smiled sadly.
'Buffy's got it in for me at the moment. Nothing I can't handle."
"She still shook up over the Angel thing?" he asked.
"I don't know. They're pretty solid these days. God, I was such an idiot," she muttered. He grinned.
"Well, tryin' to separate the prom king from the prom queen wasn't exactly clever, but I can let it pass, seein as you're so pretty an' all," he replied. Before she could come up with something suitably scathing, Buffy came up and tapped Faith on the shoulder.
"Do I know you?" Faith asked sarcastically. Gunn made a cross with his fingers behind Buffy's back, and pulled a face. Faith stifled a laugh.
"Oh, funny. Like being seen with me doesn't raise your status," her sister replied, scowling.
Crossing her arms, Faith replied, "No, actually it doesn't. To *my* friends, being seen with such a schizo bitch wrecks my rep. Be quick." Gunn grinned behind Buffy.
"Excuse me?" Buffy spluttered. Faith smiled sweetly.
"Whatever. Look, there's this concert for kids on the honour roll."
"How'd *you* get there?"
"Ha ha. Anyway, I'm supposed to be singing, but my tutor is away, and I have the music, but I can't sing it unaccompanied, and the concert is in three days. Can you help me?"
"Are my ears deceiving me? Are you actually, asking me for help?" Faith demanded, cupping her hand around her ear. Buffy folded her arms defensively.
"Look, just say yes. C'mon Faith. Do me a favour."
"Like the favour you did me by making me the butt of your jokes since, oh, middle school? Or the favour that you did by dating my friends and bad mouthing me to them? Or the favour in which.."
"Cut it out. Look, are you going to help me or not?"
"Fine," Faith reluctantly conceded. "I'll help. Music room. Tomorrow. But I want a favour. And if you say anything to *anyone* else, I will show Mom the underwear you bought for Angel." Buffy's eyes widened, but she swallowed, and said, "Okay. What?"
"What's the low-down on that guy? You know, the blonde your little friends were talking to."
Buffy gave a little snort.
"You mean Spike? That asshole! Blond, British, and I have to baby-sit him round school for the next two weeks. He's really rude, all I asked was about his name, and he went weird. "
"You have that effect on most people," Faith muttered.
"I'll ignore that,' Buffy warned, then carried on. "Bad 'tude, but reasonable grades, when he's not skipping. Used to be like the star player on a team, like football.."
"Rugby?" Faith interrupted.
"Yeah, he was like, a quarterback or something, then just stopped. None of the teachers like him. If you have any aspirations to better yourself, avoid him. Guy like that? Kiss of death to someone like you."
"Harmony was all over him," Faith pointed out.
"Yeah, she's *popular*? She can get away with it. Why did ya want to know, anyway?" Buffy asked, suddenly suspicious, but Faith had gone.
As Faith walked along the music corridor, cringing at various renditions of very *old* music, she heard a melody being picked out on guitar, accompanied by a throbbing drumbeat. Moving towards the room, she peered in.
Spike was bent over a guitar, strumming, while another guy, someone Faith vaguely remembered as being named Lindsay, played bass, while a pretty girl was playing the drums.
Spike had an intense look in his eyes, as he lifted his head to sing. Faith listened to the words.
"You know, you got a willing slave. And you just love to play the thought that you might misbehave. But 'til you do, I'm tellin' you, stop visitin' my grave, And let me rest in peace! "
She smiled. It sounded like Spike had had one hell of an experience with a girl. The music changed, and the melody was almost bittersweet.
"I know, I should go, but I follow you like a man possessed, There's a traitor here beneath my breast, And it hurts me more like you've ever guessed, If my heart could beat, it would break my chest! But I can see, you're unimpressed, So leave me be, And let me rest in peace! Let me get some sleep, Let me take my love and bury it let me haul it six foot deep! I can lay my body down, but I can't find my sweet release, Let me rest in peace! Why won't you, let me rest in peace?"
It came to a finale, the tune frantic, with the beat sounding wildly. Spike looked up from his final chord, and stared right at Faith. She moved quickly away from the door, and began to look for Buffy.
She wasn't far off. Buffy was in a music room, outfitted in white again, her blonde hair held back with a barrette, leaving tendrils curling around her face. However, a scowl marred the face itself.
"Where *were* you? I've been waiting ten minutes already!" she sounded wounded.
"Ten extra minutes separation from talking about hairspray, or underwear, that's gotta kill. Who's helping who, anyway?" Faith demanded. Buffy gestured to the piano. A sheaf of music was spread out on the top.
Faith grimaced. The piano lessons had been her get out of summer school free card in sixth grade. She sat down, and scanned through the song. It looked fairly simple.
"It's got two parts," she said warily.
"That would be why you're here?" Buffy reminded her, tersely.
"Right. Except you didn't say singing would be involved. I *so* did not sign up for singing!"
"Faith, you sing really well. And I need your help, or I flunk this. And I cannot flunk this, when I need funding from Snyder for new uniforms!"
"Wow," Faith commented. "You actually sound desperate. And guess what you're gonna have to say?"
"Please Faith. I've put up with you for seventeen years. Sister thing?"
"Fine."
Faith flicked to the music, and took in a breath. She started playing the melody up high, as she began singing huskily.
"There is something that I see, In the way you look at me, There's a smile, a truth in your eyes."
Spike finished tuning his guitar, and let the conversation wash over him. Lilah and Lindsay were chatting about..
"Hey, what's that?" he asked, dazedly.
"Look, Spike, I know you're all big with the macho singing, but this band could use a good female singer in the background at least, and your singing needs to be an edge rather than solo. And think of the stuff we could do with a duet!" Lilah explained excitedly. Lindsay didn't meet his eyes.
"Well, Lindsay here can sing. Why can't we use him?" Spike protested.
"At the moment, we've got a boy band. With one girl. And Lindsay's good, I'll admit that, but he's more of a crooner than Indie. So start looking already!" she commanded.
"Guess I have no choice," he muttered picking up his guitar, and stalking out. As he walked down the corridor, he was caught by a voice, low, and husky, but sweet as honey. He stopped, and listened.
Buffy came in, high and pure, offsetting Faith's voice.
"But an unexpected day. In this unexpected way, It is you I have loved, All along."
"It is no more mystery, It is finally clear to me," the alto came in.
"You're the home my heart's searched for so long, And it is you I have loved all along!" Buffy sang, the notes high and sweet, carrying them long.
Faith injected all her antipathy, and misery into the next verse.
"There were times I ran to hide, Afraid to show the other side, Alone in the night, "
Spike outside stared through the door. The brunette who had been watching their bad practise was seated at the piano, her voice harsh, and embittered. Her fingers danced over the keys, and accompanied her.
"Without you," the soprano cut in.
"But now I know just who you are, And I know you hold my heart, Finally this is where I belong, It is you I have loved so long."
Spike gazed at the blonde. She was beautiful, petite, her hair turned into molten gold by the sun behind her, her pale pink lips curved in a smile. Her huge hazel eyes were lowered, and around her face soft tendrils of her hair curled. She was beautiful! And faintly familiar..
Faith's voice swelled out to join the soaring soprano.
"It is no more mystery, It is finally clear to me, You're the home my heart's searched for, so long! And it is you I have loved,"
"All along," Buffy ended, her note held as Faith played the final chord.
Spike leaned back against the door. He'd remembered the blonde. Buffy..Summers. The bird in the office, with that rat of an authority figure. Too bad she wasn't right to sing with them. He'd have had fun getting *closer*. He smirked to himself, and considered the other. Pretty, but not his type. But the voice!
"Okay, so that was good. Thanks," Buffy said grudgingly. She scooped up the music, and walked away, leaving Faith seated at the piano. She raised a hand to her throat. It had been ages since she'd sung like that. Properly, instead of fiddling around with her guitar. Almost in a daze, she got up, and walked toward the door.
Spike stood there, lazily propped against the door.
"Um, hi,' she said, slightly startled.
"Yeah. I saw you checkin' us out."
"Uh, no I didn't," she lied; her eyes fixed on him, as he smiled at her. He grinned, and looked down, his head flashing back up, as he rubbed his chin with his hand.
"Yeah, you did. What did you think?"
"Of the music?"
"Yeah."
"It was.good. Really good. Why?"
"Cos we're playin' at the prom and I need help pickin' out a cummerbund, what d'ya think?" he answered sarcastically. His face smoothed over. " We need another singer, a girl. And I just heard you sing, so how about it?"
"What, me?" she stared at him, confused. He gave a little laugh.
"Well I didn't mean the blond, love, so yeah, you."
"Um,"
"Look, you don't have to answer now. Lindsay and Lilah will want to check you out anyway, so if you're interested, meet us in the music room tomorrow. You know which one." He gave her a sardonic little grin again, and walked away, his leather duster swaying behind him.
Faith stared.
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Singing Angels
Faith was crashed on the couch, reading the Bell Jar for English, when the door slammed.
"Come on in, Mr Football Captain!" Buffy said, flirtatiously. Faith grimaced when Angel's own little laugh could be heard. The two walked into the living room.
"Oh great. My sister, the social outcast. Can you please leave? Because I would like to spend time with Angel without *you* breathing down our necks," she spat, twining her hand in Angel's. He smiled apologetically. Faith got up.
"Whatever. Like your spineless boyfriend and you actually care what you do, so long as it's *cool*. What college are you applying to, Buffy? UCSunnydale? Wherever Angel goes? So you're Miss Popularity, who cares? That just means you're the biggest bitch in the bunch."
She stalked out, leaving her book behind.
Buffy shrugged, then smiled sweetly up at Angel.
"Where were we?" she whispered, snaking her arms around his neck. He caught hold of her hands, smiling.
"Maybe you shouldn't whale on your sister so much. I mean, she's right about colleges and stuff."
"What is this? Pity Faith day? Look, she's the one that lives on a different planet, is it *my* fault she's not happy there? In junior high, I offered her a place on the squad. And she took advantage. She nearly took you! You know how much I love you," she pouted, tears pooling in her eyes. He relented, and held her close.
Faith shook her head in disgust, and whirled around, and up the stairs. Flopping onto her bed, she turned up the music, loud. How could her sister be so self involved?
She picked up a guitar in the corner, and started plucking strings, humming slightly.
"We can't exist in the same place, Not while you're showing you're two faced. Why can't you just wake up, and tune in to reality? It's gonna be a harsh light, Pickin' up on all that stuff you hide. Bitch, make it bright. I wanna see it shine. "
Faith smiled slightly, and picked up a battered notebook, and scribbled down chords, and words. Lying back, she folded her hands under her head, and lay there, thinking.
Faith slammed her locker shut, as Gunn checked out the passing girls.
"Could you *stop* that?" she complained. He grinned, and bent his head to stare at the passing girl's ass better.
"Look, there's that guy again," she muttered. The blonde was cutting through the crowd easily, his swagger, and the peroxide making him stand out.
"Oh so you noticed?" Gunn laughed.
"What?" she demanded defensively.
"Faith, you have been starin' at the poor guy for at least five minutes!"
"No I haven't! I've been, staring at the prom sign. Don't you think that the prom is *so* cool?" she asked, in a pretty good imitation of her sister.
"Nope, but that doesn't answer my questions as to why you're staring at the guy, when the last guy you were checking out was Angel."
Faith winced. Then tossed her dark hair.
"Okay, I think he's cute. But he's a total bad ass, its bad enough Mom and Buffy are on my case, why give them something extra to worry about? Plus, he's already got more than half the population staring after him."
Gunn looked over. Buffy and her acolytes were fawning over the new guy it was true. He looked again. The blonde was talking to Buffy, true, but every so often, his eyes slid over to the leather clad Faith.
"Actually, I think the guy is doin' a damn good impression of checkin' you out," he laughed. Faith glanced over, and caught his eye. He gave her a slow, cocky grin, and resumed talking with Buffy.
"Arrgh, the guy is just a good flirt. It doesn't mean anything," Faith protested, her cheeks flushing.
"Nope. Nothin' whatsoever. Don't you need to turn in that assignment to Bookman?"
"Yeah," she agreed hastily, picking up her books, and scarpering. Spike watched her go, letting a little half smile cross his face.
"Excuse me?' Harmony demanded, waving a hand in front of his face.
"Sorry pet," he said, not sounding at all contrite.
"Faith, good work. But I want to see less of an opinion, and more generalised data in the next assignment. How's the search for a tutor in history coming along?" Mrs Bookman asked chattily.
"Not great. They're all tutoring the jocks. And I don't really know anyone,' Faith replied, shifting her books from one side to another.
"Will you let me ask around? I think I have a couple of seniors who are free. Oh, and can you tell your sister, we need the song for the concert prepared soon."
"Sure Mrs Bookman," Faith sighed, as the teacher walked away. No chance. Seeing Buffy was a torture all too large to be prolonged. Gunn approached and fell into step.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing. Five by five, you?" she answered, with a false smile. He stopped.
"Faith girl, I've known you forever. You think I'm gonna buy this 'five by five', and let it go? Fat chance, now what's wrong?" he laughed.
She smiled sadly.
'Buffy's got it in for me at the moment. Nothing I can't handle."
"She still shook up over the Angel thing?" he asked.
"I don't know. They're pretty solid these days. God, I was such an idiot," she muttered. He grinned.
"Well, tryin' to separate the prom king from the prom queen wasn't exactly clever, but I can let it pass, seein as you're so pretty an' all," he replied. Before she could come up with something suitably scathing, Buffy came up and tapped Faith on the shoulder.
"Do I know you?" Faith asked sarcastically. Gunn made a cross with his fingers behind Buffy's back, and pulled a face. Faith stifled a laugh.
"Oh, funny. Like being seen with me doesn't raise your status," her sister replied, scowling.
Crossing her arms, Faith replied, "No, actually it doesn't. To *my* friends, being seen with such a schizo bitch wrecks my rep. Be quick." Gunn grinned behind Buffy.
"Excuse me?" Buffy spluttered. Faith smiled sweetly.
"Whatever. Look, there's this concert for kids on the honour roll."
"How'd *you* get there?"
"Ha ha. Anyway, I'm supposed to be singing, but my tutor is away, and I have the music, but I can't sing it unaccompanied, and the concert is in three days. Can you help me?"
"Are my ears deceiving me? Are you actually, asking me for help?" Faith demanded, cupping her hand around her ear. Buffy folded her arms defensively.
"Look, just say yes. C'mon Faith. Do me a favour."
"Like the favour you did me by making me the butt of your jokes since, oh, middle school? Or the favour that you did by dating my friends and bad mouthing me to them? Or the favour in which.."
"Cut it out. Look, are you going to help me or not?"
"Fine," Faith reluctantly conceded. "I'll help. Music room. Tomorrow. But I want a favour. And if you say anything to *anyone* else, I will show Mom the underwear you bought for Angel." Buffy's eyes widened, but she swallowed, and said, "Okay. What?"
"What's the low-down on that guy? You know, the blonde your little friends were talking to."
Buffy gave a little snort.
"You mean Spike? That asshole! Blond, British, and I have to baby-sit him round school for the next two weeks. He's really rude, all I asked was about his name, and he went weird. "
"You have that effect on most people," Faith muttered.
"I'll ignore that,' Buffy warned, then carried on. "Bad 'tude, but reasonable grades, when he's not skipping. Used to be like the star player on a team, like football.."
"Rugby?" Faith interrupted.
"Yeah, he was like, a quarterback or something, then just stopped. None of the teachers like him. If you have any aspirations to better yourself, avoid him. Guy like that? Kiss of death to someone like you."
"Harmony was all over him," Faith pointed out.
"Yeah, she's *popular*? She can get away with it. Why did ya want to know, anyway?" Buffy asked, suddenly suspicious, but Faith had gone.
As Faith walked along the music corridor, cringing at various renditions of very *old* music, she heard a melody being picked out on guitar, accompanied by a throbbing drumbeat. Moving towards the room, she peered in.
Spike was bent over a guitar, strumming, while another guy, someone Faith vaguely remembered as being named Lindsay, played bass, while a pretty girl was playing the drums.
Spike had an intense look in his eyes, as he lifted his head to sing. Faith listened to the words.
"You know, you got a willing slave. And you just love to play the thought that you might misbehave. But 'til you do, I'm tellin' you, stop visitin' my grave, And let me rest in peace! "
She smiled. It sounded like Spike had had one hell of an experience with a girl. The music changed, and the melody was almost bittersweet.
"I know, I should go, but I follow you like a man possessed, There's a traitor here beneath my breast, And it hurts me more like you've ever guessed, If my heart could beat, it would break my chest! But I can see, you're unimpressed, So leave me be, And let me rest in peace! Let me get some sleep, Let me take my love and bury it let me haul it six foot deep! I can lay my body down, but I can't find my sweet release, Let me rest in peace! Why won't you, let me rest in peace?"
It came to a finale, the tune frantic, with the beat sounding wildly. Spike looked up from his final chord, and stared right at Faith. She moved quickly away from the door, and began to look for Buffy.
She wasn't far off. Buffy was in a music room, outfitted in white again, her blonde hair held back with a barrette, leaving tendrils curling around her face. However, a scowl marred the face itself.
"Where *were* you? I've been waiting ten minutes already!" she sounded wounded.
"Ten extra minutes separation from talking about hairspray, or underwear, that's gotta kill. Who's helping who, anyway?" Faith demanded. Buffy gestured to the piano. A sheaf of music was spread out on the top.
Faith grimaced. The piano lessons had been her get out of summer school free card in sixth grade. She sat down, and scanned through the song. It looked fairly simple.
"It's got two parts," she said warily.
"That would be why you're here?" Buffy reminded her, tersely.
"Right. Except you didn't say singing would be involved. I *so* did not sign up for singing!"
"Faith, you sing really well. And I need your help, or I flunk this. And I cannot flunk this, when I need funding from Snyder for new uniforms!"
"Wow," Faith commented. "You actually sound desperate. And guess what you're gonna have to say?"
"Please Faith. I've put up with you for seventeen years. Sister thing?"
"Fine."
Faith flicked to the music, and took in a breath. She started playing the melody up high, as she began singing huskily.
"There is something that I see, In the way you look at me, There's a smile, a truth in your eyes."
Spike finished tuning his guitar, and let the conversation wash over him. Lilah and Lindsay were chatting about..
"Hey, what's that?" he asked, dazedly.
"Look, Spike, I know you're all big with the macho singing, but this band could use a good female singer in the background at least, and your singing needs to be an edge rather than solo. And think of the stuff we could do with a duet!" Lilah explained excitedly. Lindsay didn't meet his eyes.
"Well, Lindsay here can sing. Why can't we use him?" Spike protested.
"At the moment, we've got a boy band. With one girl. And Lindsay's good, I'll admit that, but he's more of a crooner than Indie. So start looking already!" she commanded.
"Guess I have no choice," he muttered picking up his guitar, and stalking out. As he walked down the corridor, he was caught by a voice, low, and husky, but sweet as honey. He stopped, and listened.
Buffy came in, high and pure, offsetting Faith's voice.
"But an unexpected day. In this unexpected way, It is you I have loved, All along."
"It is no more mystery, It is finally clear to me," the alto came in.
"You're the home my heart's searched for so long, And it is you I have loved all along!" Buffy sang, the notes high and sweet, carrying them long.
Faith injected all her antipathy, and misery into the next verse.
"There were times I ran to hide, Afraid to show the other side, Alone in the night, "
Spike outside stared through the door. The brunette who had been watching their bad practise was seated at the piano, her voice harsh, and embittered. Her fingers danced over the keys, and accompanied her.
"Without you," the soprano cut in.
"But now I know just who you are, And I know you hold my heart, Finally this is where I belong, It is you I have loved so long."
Spike gazed at the blonde. She was beautiful, petite, her hair turned into molten gold by the sun behind her, her pale pink lips curved in a smile. Her huge hazel eyes were lowered, and around her face soft tendrils of her hair curled. She was beautiful! And faintly familiar..
Faith's voice swelled out to join the soaring soprano.
"It is no more mystery, It is finally clear to me, You're the home my heart's searched for, so long! And it is you I have loved,"
"All along," Buffy ended, her note held as Faith played the final chord.
Spike leaned back against the door. He'd remembered the blonde. Buffy..Summers. The bird in the office, with that rat of an authority figure. Too bad she wasn't right to sing with them. He'd have had fun getting *closer*. He smirked to himself, and considered the other. Pretty, but not his type. But the voice!
"Okay, so that was good. Thanks," Buffy said grudgingly. She scooped up the music, and walked away, leaving Faith seated at the piano. She raised a hand to her throat. It had been ages since she'd sung like that. Properly, instead of fiddling around with her guitar. Almost in a daze, she got up, and walked toward the door.
Spike stood there, lazily propped against the door.
"Um, hi,' she said, slightly startled.
"Yeah. I saw you checkin' us out."
"Uh, no I didn't," she lied; her eyes fixed on him, as he smiled at her. He grinned, and looked down, his head flashing back up, as he rubbed his chin with his hand.
"Yeah, you did. What did you think?"
"Of the music?"
"Yeah."
"It was.good. Really good. Why?"
"Cos we're playin' at the prom and I need help pickin' out a cummerbund, what d'ya think?" he answered sarcastically. His face smoothed over. " We need another singer, a girl. And I just heard you sing, so how about it?"
"What, me?" she stared at him, confused. He gave a little laugh.
"Well I didn't mean the blond, love, so yeah, you."
"Um,"
"Look, you don't have to answer now. Lindsay and Lilah will want to check you out anyway, so if you're interested, meet us in the music room tomorrow. You know which one." He gave her a sardonic little grin again, and walked away, his leather duster swaying behind him.
Faith stared.
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