Truths of the Heart Series, Part Three: I Miss You
Author: Batdz Angel (0/)
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This is just a way to honor them. And the song belongs to Blink-182. I do however own the siren in this entire work.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Spuffy. Mentions of Tara/Willow and Anya/Xander.
Summary: Sometimes, you don't know what you need until your heart tells you. A songfic series for the lovely couple of Spuffy.
Season: Alternate Season Five ending/Season Six.
Author's Note: Third chapter, thanks for the reviews!
He sat hunched over his drink, his blue eyes tracing the wood intently. In front of him, sat a shot of whiskey but he ignored it as he perused the bar in front of him. The bartender left him alone, a basic instinct telling him to leave the bleached Englishman alone. Picking up his drink, he tossed it back, letting the liquor burn down his throat.
Sighing, he got to his feet and left the hotel bar, ignoring the flirtatious glances two women were feeding him. Shoving his finger into the elevator button, he stepped inside and rode up to his third floor room.
It had been a month since he had left Sunnydale, intent on never returning. He had sold the Desoto for cash, buying himself a motorcycle and stayed in L.A. until he could figure out what he wanted to do. Avoiding Angel and his crew was simpler than Spike thought it would've been and he was content with that.
Rubbing a hand across his eyes tiredly, he entered his room and fell face first on the bed, trying to forget the two girls he had left behind.
He slept.
When he awoke, it was late afternoon, sun was setting and he yawned, stretching his body like a large cat. Taking a shower, he dressed in clean clothing and decided to do a sweep of the surrounding area. Always a few demons around the City of Angels to beat up...
He left the hotel and walked, letting his mind wander. When he stopped in front of a bar named Caritas, he entered and blinked at the amount of demons. Bemused, he stared at the human-looking girl sitting on the stage and wondered why she looked so familiar...
'Oh balls,' he realized. 'S'that bint from the night I left.'
She was starting up a song, her fingers playing a dark melody on her guitar. Spike stood frozen, his blue eyes watching as she opened her mouth and sang.
"Hello there
The angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue..."
He sat down mechanically, next to a green-skinned demon wearing a bright yellow suit that clashed with his blood-red eyes. Spike watched as the siren played fluidly, her head bent over the guitar, eyes tightly shut.
He closed his eyes and let himself be carried away.
"The unsuspecting victim
Of darkness in the valley
We could live like Jack
And Sally if we want..."
Lorne blinked at the gorgeous vampire beside him. He was all angles, sharp cheekbones, full mouth, and piercing blue eyes. His hair was a shock of blonde that complimented his dark brows, a scar bisecting his left eyebrow. He wore all black, down to the tips of his Doc Martens.
And he was screaming despair and pain so loudly Lorne's head was starting to hurt.
"Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night, we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends..."
Lorne sipped his SeaBreeze and decided to talk to the vampire. Tapping him on the shoulder, he smiled politely and said, "Follow me, Gorgeous. We need to talk."
Confused, Spike stared at the green demon for a moment but obliged.
Sitting him down in a room off to the side, Lorne allowed the door to half close and sat down, smiling at the vampire. "What's your name, Handsome?"
"What's it to you?" Spike asked warily and Lorne laughed, saying, "This is my place. I read people's auras and tell them their future. And your aura was just screaming at me to help."
"S'that right?" Spike drawled, leaning back uncomfortably.
"Yes," Lorne smiled. "Now, sing me a song and I'll let you know what you should do."
"I gotta go up front?"
"You can sing when everyone's gone if you want," Lorne shrugged. "But I have to tell you, Caritas is a no fighting, no judgement zone."
The music from outside filtered in as Spike thought.
"Don't waste your time on me
You're already the voice inside
My head! I miss you, miss you
Don't waste your time on me
You're already the voice inside
my head! Miss you, miss you..."
"All right," he said finally. "I'll sing but just a few notes. Got it?"
"Go right ahead," Lorne leaned back and Spike grimaced before asking, "Can't I sing along with what the chit's singing?"
"Sure," Lorne said with an amused smile. "She's just here for entertainment value anyway. Sirens can be serious divas, you know."
Spike grunted and took a deep breath as he sang along with the siren on stage.
"Where are you and
I'm so sorry, I cannot
sleep, I cannot dream tonight..."
The Cockney's voice was smooth and silky, Lorne smiling to himself appreciatively as he thought absently, 'Least Angelcakes didn't pass on that trait to his Childe.' He leaned back as he read what Spike was telling him through song.
Spike kept his gaze focused on the wall above Lorne's head, his eyes unfocused.
"I need somebody
And always, this sick
strange darkness comes
creeping on so haunting..."
His gorgeous Slayer and pretty Bit; they were all alone now. He'd done the right thing, he knew that but the thought of either of them hurt because he wasn't there pained him...
He continued to sing.
"Every time and I stared,
I counted webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides..."
Lorne whistled to himself as he read what Spike needed to do. 'Looks like Angelcakes won't be the only vampire with a soul anymore,' he thought as he studied the Cockney vampire.
Spike shut his eyes and tried to forget how beautiful Buffy had looked the last time he'd seen her. He hoped she'd found the letters and understood...
"Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop
this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight?"
He hadn't called or written anything to them yet. He wanted to wait a while before contacting them, wanted to be in New York. He sighed as he kept singing and Lorne seemed to relax slightly as he nodded to him.
Spike sang the last few lines gruffly, letting his Big Bad persona come through.
"Don't waste your time on me
You're already the voice inside
My head! I miss you, miss you
Don't waste your time on me
You're already the voice inside
my head! Miss you, miss you..."
The music stopped and cheers erupted from outside the door. Spike stopped and looked at Lorne, who smiled.
"William," he said as he reached for a napkin. "Here's some directions. You need to go to this address and then to New York. Get a flight to Africa, preferably in the next two weeks. Believe me, it'll be worth it."
"That's all," Spike said bemused as he shoved the napkin into his pocket. "I sing a tune and you don't even tell me what you saw?"
"Oh, believe me Sweetie," Lorne smiled mysteriously. "You won't need me to tell you. You'll figure it out."
End Part Three.