Concerts Chapter 2, a buffy: the vampire slayer fanfic

A/N: The song in this chapter is Someday - Nickelback. Thank you all so so so much for reviewing this fiction. It means so much to me that you're willing to read it. Thank you.

ness345: I'm glad you still like it. I'm still trying what to think of for new chapters. For this fic and all my others. I'm bad. I shouldn't have this many WIP's.
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Buffy sat at the computer desk. She had typed in Spike, and random sites showing fan fiction, magazines and sticks came up, but nothing specifically about Spike the singer.

She sighed, minimising the browser and looking to the other, which was slightly more specific, asking for Spike the Singer, rather than just Spike.

She clicked on the first option and it took her to a website splattered with pictures of Spike. She smiled to herself, "There you are."

It was a site he had made for himself, that somehow a search-engine had found and plastered on their's. She looked at the pictures. He was a bit of Billy-Idol-look-a-like. Bleached blonde hair, fit body, leather. She looked up to a spot where you could download his music and shrugged, clicking on the link.

A huge list of songs came up, with really big files – and with her internet connection, she could barely get one.

Looking through them, there was only one which took her fancy. She looked at the text below.

'I wrote this song about my ex… Drusilla. She was everything to me. She left after an argument of sorts. What happened was that we didn't pay enough attention to what was right in front of us. The love that could keep us going. Hey – I'm love's bitch, I did everything for her. Then she left, and when I tried to right my wrongs, she was already with someone else. Anyway – this is one of my best.'

Buffy's cursor hovered over 'download' for at least a minute before she finally clicked it. A new window opened, showing the process of the download. She minimized it and went back to searching his site. Why he would want to make a site full of images of himself she didn't know.
She clicked on the Self-Biography link, finding a fact file and autobiography on him. She frowned scanned it. He sure had a lot to say about himself…

All of a sudden the download completed. She smiled. Internet speed was definitely improving.

Dawn probably already had this song on one of the CD's, but hey. It was fun knowing that he liked the song too…

She clicked play and listened closely to it, whilst also reading the biography.

How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables

Spike. An Auto-Biography. And some-what of an online journal.

My name is actually William. William Rails. The way I came across Spike is twisted. But it also makes sense. Rails sounds like something of a train – right? Well, Train tracks are made out of Rail-road spikes… A friend of mine, who babbles an awful lot said something about that, and it's been my name since I was fifteen. I'm twenty-three now…

Buffy smirked. She was twenty-two.

I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
Dont think its too late

She smiled at the lyrics. They were really good. And easy to read.

I hate being twenty-three. Everyone assumes I'm a sex god. Everyone assumes everything. What says I can't just be a guy that can sing?
Yeah, anyway. Singing can be good… Has highlights. I write all my own stuff. Most of the time anyway. When I was nineteen I got into some really hard-core stuff. I've been hooked on alcohol for about five years, but I'm not an alcoholic. I'm not half as dangerous as everyone assumes. I don't carry a knife around or anything…

She laughed. God, this was random… God, he was random, but he was funny. She liked funny…

Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will

This was a good song. It signified his pain of losing. It was obviously a little older than what she could have downloaded, but it was great.

Imagine being someone famous… Never getting to go out without at least five people noticing you. It's bloody annoying. And it's what I get day-in day-out. I get the occasional poofter come up to me asking for a signed ass, and the occasional bird asking for something more, but what can I do? Just because I'm famous doesn't mean I can be a bloody wanker.

Buffy smiled. It was true. He was a good guy – it was just fame that was bringing out the worst… and the articles she read…

So he was going to make it okay with Drusilla? But did he ever? Buffy's heart went out to him. She knew how it felt to have not realized the love soon enough. It was one of the worst feelings in the world.

When I'm not singing, I write songs. Or I play the guitar. Two of my hobbies. I have many. Music is a huge part of my life. Has been forever. My mother died some time ago, and she was really into poetry – mainly what I wrote. So I have been writing poetry forever also. Yes, that does make me an English Ponce, but everyone in England has their flaws.

Buffy laughed to herself. She liked his sarcastic humor.

Well i hoped that since we're here anyway
We could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up stringing
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

I have five albums out at the moment… not all good, but I like them. That's most likely because I wrote them…

Nothing's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will

England is such a relaxing place. I'm touring California soon. Should be fun. I'm worried about the memories though – I met a girl there once. Things didn't turn out the best… Things never turn out the best when I'm in love. I always screw it up…

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
I'm Someday, somehow
gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that

I never fixed things up between us, and I should have. You never know – Drusilla could have been the one. I'm a real sap when it comes to love…

How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Lets rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Yeah… That's about me. English-bred-ponce-named-William. I have some answers to those questions on those sites bout me…

Nothin's wrong
just as long as
you know that someday I will

My hair is actually light brown. In French it's called châtains. Don't ask how I know that.
I have naturally blue eyes and I smoke casually. My favourite drink is bourbon and my most memorable moment? That was when…

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
I know you're wondering when

That was when I met Dru. When I felt love for the first time.

The song ended at the same time she finished reading. She smiled to herself. This guy sounded okay…

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A/N: I'd really love to know what you think, so please review! I have got the next two chapters pre-written, from when it was on last, but I can squeeze in suggestions if you have any for the fast approaching concert...