::Hey it's me again, I'm back . Well I just wanted to thanks again for the reviews and to tell you all that I don't own the GNR song, (Guns n Roses), nor the title. R&R JM::
4. Sympathy For the Devil.
Twenty songs and ten beers later, Joan flopped down in her chair. For the past hour or so she and a few others, in the café, song their hearts out. Once again Joan flipped through the Karaoke book, making sure she didn't miss any good songs.
"Are you done." Spike asked, he was really starting to regret bring her here.
"Almost." Joan answered, not looking up. "You do know that you haven't sung yet." Joan replied.
"I know, I decided not to." Spike said downing his fifth MGD, there would have been more, but he for some reason couldn't stop watching Joan.
"Well you said you would." Joan whined, looking over the edge of the book and stared at Spike. "I found the perfect song for you."
"I'm not singing."
"Party pooper." Joan snapped, writing down another song.
"Not another one."
"This is the last one." Joan replied and walked back over to the DJ.
A few minutes later Joan once again took the stage.
"Hey all, hope everyone is having a good time?" Joan asked as the crowd clapped. "Thank you, you all have been great, but I'm sorry to say, this is my last song for the night." Joan paused as the crowd booed. "I know, I don't want to stop either, but I can't be here forever. So I chose this one for my fiancée." Joan pointed over to Spike and a spotlight followed her gaze. "Love ya honey." Joan grinned. "Hit it Jerry."
The music started to play and African drums began, then an electric guitar started.
Joan followed the beats and took a deep breath.
"Please allow me to introduce myself......." Joan began, "I'm a man of wealth and taste............I've been around for a long, long years..........stole many a mans soul and faith..........
"I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain.........made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.......
"Please to meet you, hope you guessed my name............but what's puzzling you, is the, nature of my game." Joan paused as the lyric break began and couldn't help, but grin, this was so her song.
"I stuck around St. Petersburg, when I say it was a time for a change............I killed the Czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain........
"I rode a tank, held a generals rank........when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank........
"Please to meet you, hope you guessed my name..........but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game..........
"I watched in glee as your kings and Queens, fought for Ten decades for the Gods they made.
"I shouted out 'Who killed the Kennedy's?' when after all it was you and me......
"Please let me introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste.........I laid traps for the troubadours, who get killed before they reached Bombay.........
"Please to meet you......hope you guessed my name, but what's puzzling you, is the, nature of my game..........
"Please to meet you..........hope you guessed my name...........but what's puzzling you, is the, nature of my game........"
Joan stepped back and once again looked over at Spike, he was staring back. Joan looked back at the screen and finished the song.
"Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints...........as head is tail, just call me Lucifer, cause I'm in the need of some restraint.........
"So if you meet me, have some courtesy.......have some sympathy and some taste........use all your well-learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste..............Please to meet you, hope you guessed my name........but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.........." Joan lowered her head as the song died away and the crowd roared.
"Thanks you. Good Night." Joan grinned and left the stage.
Spike listened as the song finished and watched as Joan returned to her chair.
"Speechless?" Joan laughed as she sat back down. "So what do you say, we get out of here and go to the graveyard?" Joan asked as she started to gather her things, paid the bill and started for the door.
Spike didn't answer, just stood up and followed her to the door.
"Good luck you two." The bouncer replied as Joan and Spike appeared outside. "You're one lucky Vampire."
"Right." Spike muttered, grabbing Joan's hand. "I know." He added, finally playing along.
"Hope we meet again sister." He said to Joan.
"As do I brother." Joan answered and walked off still holding Spike's hand.
Joan and Spike walked off hand and hand and quickly turned the corner, out of sight of the bouncer.
"That was fun." Joan grinned, letting go of Spike's hand, "So how far is the graveyard?"
"Just around the corner." Spike answered, "We'll have to sneak in, the gate closes at dusk." Spike added.
"Thanks cool, but how about we use the front door?" Joan questioned.
"I told you the gates are locked."
"Not for me, they aren't."
"Wha?"
"You'll see," Joan said shaking her head.
A minute or so later, Joan and Spike stopped in front of the main gate. Joan reached out with her right hand and before her fingers touched the lock, it clicked open and fell to the ground.
"See I told ya." Joan grinned.
"You're useful when you want to be." Spike replied, opening the gate and walked in.
"Hey what is that suppose to mean?"
"Damn, can't you take a joke? You just as bad as Angel."
"Don't you dare compare me to Angel, I'm nothing like him." Joan snapped, "And I can take a joke, I always have for centuries."
"Centuries? How could it be for centuries?" Spike questioned as he looked back at Joan.
"Forget that I said anything." Joan choked, she said way too much.
"NO I want to know, what you meant." Spike snapped, he knew something about her wasn't right.
"Just forget about it, it's a long story and I'm not in a story telling mood." Joan replied trying to get Spike off the subject.
Across town, a certain Vampire with a soul was reading off the newly found info, about their new Slayer.
"So to put all together, Joan R Black doesn't ever exist." Angel finished telling the others. Now the real problem is, trying to figure out who this Joan really is." Angel added. "Fred keep an eye on her, we don't know what she's able to do." Angel said and Fred nodded, "Wesley try and find out anything you can that might help, like demons taking human shape, anything." Wesley nodded, "Gunn go around the usual haunts and see if anything knows anything."
"Got it."
"And Lorne," Angel finished looked finally a Lorne, "When you see her again , take another reading, see if there was anything you might have missed."
"Right and what about you?"
"As for me......" Angel paused. "I'm going to find out Slayer and find out what she/it is." Angel answered, holding you a sword.
Back at the graveyard, Joan was still trying to get Spike off the subject.
"Alright, I'll tell you." Joan snapped, getting sick of it, "I have past lives, happy now?'
"Yep." Spike smirked and for he first time all night truly smiled.
"See that wasn't so bad, now if only the Sourpuss would smile." Joan laughed, but suddenly her Slayer senses kicked in. "Fell that?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go." Joan whispered nodding towards a near my tomb.
Joan and Spike quickly, but quietly snuck over to the crept and looked inside.
"Looks like my old crib." Spike joked.
"That's because they're all the same." Joan said, "What do you think it is?" Joan asked she stepped inside."Don't know." Spike replied looking a little farther, but couldn't see anything, "Let's check it out."
"Right." Joan whispered and slowly walked towards the light (JM: stay away from the light, no stay away from the light. He, he sorry, read on)
Spike followed Joan into the crept and suddenly something about her changed again. It was like before when she threatened him and then when she was up on the stage for the last time.
"Joan?" Spike whispered and Joan looked back and for a second her eyes went red." Never mind." He replied, hi suspicions confirmed. There really were two people inside of Joan and right now it wasn't Joan.
They continued towards the light and when they reached it, they found a nest of about six Vampires.
"Hello boys." Joan grinned.
The Vampires shot their heads up and glared a Joan.
"Who are you?" One of them asked.
"The names, Joan and I'm the new Slayer in town." Joan smirked.
"Ha, you're no Slayer." The same one remarked.
"Wanna bet? I've trained with both Buffy and Faith, so I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for a good fight." Joan grinned.
"Sorry, Slayer, but this time you'll die." He remarked again.
He and is friends stood up and charged for Joan, within 10 seconds, they all were dusted.
"Damn, I said good fight." Joan whined as she placed her stake back and turned to Spike. "What?"
"Damn that was quick."
"Yeah I know, I was hoping they would put up a better and longer fight, but I guess I was wrong." Joan whined again and then something dawned on her. "Think I just figured out what Angels problem is."
"What?"
"He can't get laid."
"Duh."
"Sorry, I forgot. But that really got to suck, I mean with that curse on him and all, if he gets laid, he turns into Angelus." Joan replied, "I'd go nuts." Joan muttered, sitting on a stone bench. "You know what I mean?"
"Not really." Spike answered, leaning again a well and crossed his arms over is chest.
"So when was the last time you got laid?" Joan asked.
"Can we change the subject?"
"That long?"
"What?"
"Never mind, forget it."
"Since we're on that subject. What about you?"
"TOO long." Joan answered, sighing, "Hey don't start getting any idea's boyle." Joan snapped her accent showing through.
"What? Um no."
"Why not?" Joan questioned, her mood changing.
"Now you're just confusing, first you ask me, then I ask you and you take it the wrong way, now you're questioning why not? Damn you're complicated to figure out."
"I know." Joan grinned, "I love being like that, it keeps people on their toes when I'm around. I have so many different personalizes, that I don't know who I am anymore." Joan replied, getting really depressed. "Sometimes, it gets annoying, not know what I'll do next, or who I'll yell at."
"Can't you stop?" Spike asked, pushing off the wall and sat down next to her. "I mean people can change."
"I know, but I've never really been big on change." Joan muttered as she looked up at Spike and started to chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"I just remembered the time when Willow told me about the memory spell she did and it back fired.
"It isn't funny."
"Yes it is, I just can't picture you in that suit jacket."
"The sun was out."
"Still it must have looked ugly on you."
"Yeah it did." Spike smirked.
"See you should smile and laugh more, this whole "I'm depressed" look doesn't fit you, besides it really depressing to watch."
"Hey I like my look." Spike snapped.
"The cloths are ok, it's just you attitude. What is it about Vampires with souls? It's like since you have a soul all the fun got sucked out of ya, I can understand Sourpuss being a party pooper, but with you." Joan paused as she looked you into his eyes and for some reason lost her voice.
"With me what?" Spike questioned.
"Oh sorry, forgot what I was going to say." Joan choked, looking away and stood up. "I'll be out side." Joan replied and started for the crept door.
Spike watched her leave, before following after. He really wanted to know what she was going to say. It wasn't everyday that he gets a complement, especially from a Slayer.
"She's hard to figure out." He muttered as he left the crept and went to find Joan.
::R&R JM and once again I told own the GNR song nor title. ::