URL: A Darker Shade of Pale http://www.mitglied.lycos.de/dwawards/Lady1.html
Pairing: W/S
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters and rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss n Co. The songs are owned by their writers, singers, producers etc. I claim nothing. Not even a little bit of Spike. Damn.
Summary: Its the town of Sunnydale under the spell of Sweet, the dancin', singin', flame-inducin' demon. What will our favorite hacker and vamp choose to sing about?? A sorta re-write of "Once More with Feeling".
Author's Note: Originally there was supposed to be this Round Robin on the Batpack List re-doing Season 6. We all chose our own episodes to rewrite, and I willingly chose Once More with Feeling. Since then the idea of the RR has since gone the way of the dodo, and I am still stuck with raging songs and plots for Willow and Spike. Aren't you guys lucky?
Also, some of these songs I took and twisted for my own purposes, so you may recognize the tune, by the lyrics may be just a tich different!
There is no Willow/ Tara. Under Your Spell didn't happen, they instead sung a happy song about bunnies.
As always, thanks to my Beta, Amanda, because without her, you'd be grimacing! I also must say a huge thanks to Ash, because she is the one who I sing to on a regular basis, and all my song-ramblings are normally a direct inspiration of her fanfic. It's also because of her that I didn't trash what I had, but instead built upon it. So thanks Ash!
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Willow sighed as she poured over the texts about Sweet, the singing and dancing demon. She wished that she was brave enough to show Spike how she truly felt through song. It hadn't happened, though, and it seemed as though the last notes of magical, musical mayhem were finally fading away. Willow turned away from the notes she had taken from the demon's last song, sighing. She wouldn't get the chance now.
"I wonder what I would've sung, I wish Sweet could've, well, I imagine...," she trailed off, slipping out of her jeans and t-shirt, and into her comfortable pjs.
She let her thoughts roam, the possible tangos, fandangos, and erotic couplings that could've been accompanied by sultry bass or guitar. Willow climbed nimbly into bed, snuggling into her blankets and pillows, her mind immersed in song.
As the last vestiges of awareness slipped away from the witch's being, her scribblings about Sweet shimmered and took the shape of a dark-skinned, zoot-suit-wearin' demon. He stroked his hands through Willow's fire-like hair, and crooned softly to her.
"I come from the imagination, and I'm here strictly by your invocation," he waved his fingers, sprinkling the redhead with a green dust. "Showtime," Sweet laughed, disapearing.
****
Willow woke to a steady thumping at her balcony doors. She ripped back the blankets, intending disembowelment. Spring Break sleep time was precious! She peered through the window, a much too white man standing in front of the doors, tapping his foot expectantly.
Spike's blue eyes twinkled merrily at her as she flung open the doors. "Took ya long enough."
"You can't just drop by someone's house in the middle of the night without calling first, Spike," Willow growled, very upset that the object of her affection that interrupted her dreams with, er, him.
The vampire raised an eyebrow. "Yeah luv, but I don't. I call the whelp, or the Slayer, but I know that you don't have a life."
Willow's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"Its not like ya have a lover or anythin'; I don't have to worry about burstin' in on a scene," Spike lit a smoke, ignoring her motions to put it out. Though that would provide some sort of entertainment, the vampire thought. She would've been naked, too.
The redhead clenched her jaw and fists. "I could you know. I could have many, many sexual partners of different sexes and species, that maybe you know nothing about!" she spat.
"Many, eh? Of different sexes and species?" Spike choked on his cigarette, trying to contain his laughter.
"Yeah!"
Spike openly laughed at the redhead. "Luv, your so pure n' perfect, I doubt that even though your, well, not a virgin, but if anyone could get that situation back, it would be you."
"I'm not a virgin!" Willow protested.
"You could be."
"I'm not!! I could be chock-full of sexual naughtyness!"
Spike laughed, he eyed her 'Hello Kitty pajamas'. "Right luv, and I'm sure that your fuzzy, save-the-rainforest, Hanes wearin' self, will just be willing to jump anything that moves."
Willow put her hands on her hips, her red hair flaming around her. Music blared into the air, as it had been happening often lately, and she began to sing.
"I'm not a virgin anymore!
I just thought you should know;
Darlin', I've been around.
I've been up n down your block,
In fact, I have been all over town. "
The air rippled around the redhead, and suddenly she was clothed, head to toe, black leather, her creamy breasts straining against the leather corset, her eyes painted black. Her mouth stained a blood-red that made Spike feel a tightness in his groin. He'd been feeling that a lot lately around the little witch. Of course, he noticed it a lot more now that his self-affliction, (and it was an affliction, Spike thought,) for Buffy was gone. He wanted to move past that embarressing crush that he had on her, and his affection for the witch was the perfect antidote. Of course, remembering the Slayer's face earlier in the evening when she tried to kiss him, and his adamant rejection. Silly bint, he wasn't even remotely interested, anymore. One would've thought she could've gotten an idea when he sung to her, "Let Me Rest in Peace!", but of course, she was a blonde.
Willow narrowed her eyes, Spike seemed distracted. She stalked towards
him, slinking, twisting her body just like any sensuous dancer on MTV would
do, intent on recieving his full attention.
"Down by the lake ,
And underneath the table in my living room,
Outside with the blue, blue moon,"
Willow flipped backwards, spinning on her delicate spiked heels, the
doors to her balcony breezing open before her. She fell back against the
balcony wall, her head thrown back; her arms reaching towards the moon.
She flipped her head forward, her hair covering her eyes, the green orbs
peering through the red strands, piercing Spike's gaze as she continued
to sing.
"You can call me what you will,
Call me a slut, call me a jaded pill ,
But darlin', I've got your number now."
She spread her legs, bracing her arms against the wood, licking her lips sinfully. Spike growled low in his throat, stripping off his coat, unbuttoning the blue collared shirt.
"I'm not a virgin anymore,
I've been taken.
I've been hung up;
I get down and start it over again.
I've been open,
And I've been closed like a book.
And burned down like a written sin.
I just thought you should know my darling,
Before we begin,
I'm not a virgin anymore."
Willow purred deep in her throat, leaping onto the narrow railing of the balcony, twisting her hips, ignorant of the danger below her. She stroked her hands over her leather-clad body; touching herself, teasing herself.
"Just thought you should know,
Before you let another lie
Slip through those crooked little teeth,
I don't think you wanna start that shit with me.
Much better yet,
Tell me something dangerous and true,
Oh yeah, that looks much sexier on you."
Spike growled louder, ripping open the shirt in frustration, kicking off his shoes, striding towards her, barefoot, he yanked her down into his arms, moaning as she writhed against him.
"Careful what it is you say,
'Cause I can see right through you on a cloudy day,
And darlin', I think you wanna play."
Willow threw him onto the carpet of her bedroom, straddling him, pinning his arms above his head.
"I'm not a virgin anymore,
I've been taken.
I've been hung up;
I get down and start it over again.
I've been open,
And I've been closed like a book.
And burned down like a written sin.
I just thought you should know my darling,
Before we begin,
I'm not a virgin anymore."
Willow leapt up suddenly; pirrouetting, sliding to the floor in a graceful split, and rising to press her crotch against the same floor, moving against it in a parody of sexual intercourse. She looked up, perspiration grazing her flushed skin.
"So if you wanna play dirty darling, I'm gonna win.
I'm not a virgin anymore."
She rose to her feet, motioning Spike upwards; she backed him against
the wall, whispering against his pleading lips.
"Un uh, un uh, un uh.
Been there done that.
(Say what?)
Get the hang of it.
Get screwed.
I screw you I had a whole lot of fun with it.
I've had enough now so you better take a bow,
It's gonna be a new experience if you wanna play with me."
The magical music slowed down as she slid down his body, her mouth hovering
over the exposed skin of his chest, teasing him with her mortal breath.
"Daisy chains and Mary Janes,
Happy ending fairy tales,
Cannot fool me now.
I just thought you should know...."
She bit his nipples harshly, rising up to his mouth, kissing him with fatal ardor. She moved down, unzipping his pants, teasing the skin she discovered, as she continued to sing, her vocalizing providing distinctive teasing vibration to his sensitive flesh.
"I've been taken,
I've been hung up,
I get down and start it over again.
I've been open,
And I've been closed like a book,
And burned down like a written sin."
Willow licked his cock, gently sucking the tip, coming back up, pressing
her leather-clad crotch against his groin, adding enough friction to make
him groan and thrust his hips up.
"Hell, I've been divided;
Out of my mind, and reinvented again.
I've been ignited and then uninvited,
So, honey,
You break it up,
I'm gonna put it back together again."
She dug her nails deep into his skin, drawing blood to the surface, staring into his eyes, promising everything that her words implied.
"I just thought you should know, my darling, before we begin. I'm not a virgin anymore!" Willow sang out triumphantly, daring the man pinned beneath her to deny it further.
Spike just sputtered in response.
Willow turned neatly on her spiked heels, waving her arms. Her Hello Kitty pajamas reappeared, and she flopped into bed. "Do shut the doors on your way out Spikey-dear," she commented in a sticky-sweet voice, before falling asleep.
****
Spike turned, tucking his turgid member into his jeans; fleeing the witch's house with more than a little anger in his step.
"Bloody bitch!" he hissed, furiously smoking as he walked. "What right does she have, eh? None!"
He headed across town to the stinky little dive that he knew he could find a game of kitten-poker. It didn't matter that he had no kittens to start with; he'd win some soon enough.
"Hey Spike!" Clem greeted, waving a small striped tabby at him.
"Clem," he nodded at the rest of the players.
"Want in?" one offered.
He nodded, swiping a black kitten from Clem with a wink. A Dvornyak demon dealt the cards, and they settled into a grim game.
"Say Spike, whose the fiery redhead some of the boys seen ya with?"
Spike glanced up at the fledge who had dared to speak up in mid-bet. "None of your concern mate."
"She's seems like a tasty treat," the vampire licked his fangs.
"Stay away from Red!" Spike roared, reaching across to grab the vampire by his jacket.
"Uh, Spike? No violence, remember? It makes the kittens hard to digest," Clem murmured, grasping the edge of Spike's coat.
"What are you going to do about her then, huh? Since no one else can have her," the fledgling continued to ask, ignoring Clem.
Spike growled, and began snapping his fingers, a tune appearing from nowhere.
"I'm gonna wash that witch right out of my hair,
I'm gonna wash that witch right out of my hair,
I'm gonna wash that witch right out of my hair,
and send her on her way! Get the picture?"
The demons around the table nodded, their fingers joining his rhythm. Spike leapt onto the table, turning neatly, his coat billowing behind him as he began to wave his arms.
"I'm gonna wave that witch right out of my arms,
I'm gonna wave that witch right out of my arms,
I'm gonna wave that witch right out of my arms,
and send her on her way!"
"Don't try to patch it up!" Clem sang.
"Tear it up, tear it up!" the Dvornyak and the fledge replied.
"Wash 'er out, dry 'er out!" Spike intoned, making wringing motions with his hands.
"Push 'er out, fly 'er out!" a Chemosh slug flung itself to the floor, crashing.
"Cancel 'er, and let 'er go!" Spike rejoiced.
"YAY DEMONS!" the others sang out.
"I'm gonna wash that witch right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that witch right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that witch right outta my hair,
and send her on her way!" the demons picked up the chorus, marching across the room.
Spike leapt off the table, sauntering over to them, making ridiculous eyes with his hands on his hips.
"If the girl don't understand you, if ya fly on separate teams, waste no time, make a change, ride that bitch right off your range!" he growled.
"Rub 'er outta the roll call, and drum 'er outta yer dreams!" Clem sang low.
"Woah ho!" Spike replied.
"If ya laugh at different torture," the slug mentioned.
"If ya root for the different teams," the fledgling sang.
"Waste no time, weep no more, show her what the door is for!" they agreed together.
"Rub 'er outta the roll call, and drum 'er outta yer dreams!" the demons shook their fingers at Spike. "Woah ho!"
He narrowed his eyes in thought, leaning against the wall as the music surged around them. The fledgling picked up the slug and threw it into the air, as the Dvornyak and Clem started to swing dance. They twirled and whirled to the fast paced band music, before stopping with a breathless,
"Woah ho!"
Spike pushed himself off the wall and took center stage.
"I went and washed that witch right outta my hair,
I went and washed that witch right outta my hair,
I went and washed that witch right outta my hair,
and sent her on her way."
He grinned evilly, drawing a finger across his throat.
"I went and washed that witch right outta my hair,
I went and washed that witch right outta my hair,
I went and washed that witch right outta my hair,
and sent her on her wayyyyyyyy!" Spike finished with a high crescendo, his fist curled in triumph.
The demons stared at each other strangely; the slug had stuck to the ceiling and falling to the wood floor with a splat. They all cleared their throats, regaining their seats.
"Whose deal?" the fledge asked gruffly, searching for his missing kitten.
****
Spike walked through the cemetery swinging his arms in an attempt to work off some energy, his search for a demon coming up empty. It was the witch that sent him searching the night for random violence, it was the witch that made his bed actually *seem* cold, and it was the witch that he called when he spilled his seed over his fingers. The entire poker game the night before had done nothing to his resolve to wash that redhead outta his hair, in fact, it just made him miss her more.
Music surrounded him, making him close his eyes, rhythm that he thought he had forgotten, the lust of sexual pleasures, the images of red; red all around him.
"In her place one hundred candles burning
as salty sweat drips from her breast
her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying..."
She would come to him, clad in her arousal, sheathed in black satin. Her hair would be falling down her back, her mouth sensual, yet her innocence, oh her innocence...
"They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... "
****
Willow had been walking, restless from the researching of the evening. Everyone was going around singing, it still couldn't be stopped!! She blushed, thinking of her own incident with song that she neglected to mention to the rest of the Scoobies.
She cut through the park, confident of her own magical abilities to protect her. That's when she heard it; a man's voice, singing, painting adulterous words that filled her mind. A magical spell of its own was weaved that had nothing to do with good intent, and everything to do with lust.
"Goddess," Willow breathed, as she spotted Spike, leaning back against
a obelisk, his hand touching his lips, the other snaking over the crotch
of his pants, singing with his sexy deep voice.
"Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine.
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying.
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... "
Spike opened his eyes, blue orbs meeting green; he stalked towards Willow, offering his hand.
Willow slid her palm into his, as he pulled her against his body, moving in a motion that could only be described as sexual, he spun her out, making her head lean back to the stars. He spun her around again, pulling her flush with her body, picking her up to set her atop a tomb. He looked up at her, his hands trailing along her hips as he continued to sing.
"I beg to serve, your wish is my law,
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death,
Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging?
I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... "
He let his true face emerge, sweeping her back off the cold marble, dipping her backwards, baring her throat to him.
Willow felt her breathing escalate, the cool air hitting the wetness of her thighs that sent chills everywhere upon her body. Spike's knee was against her crotch, and he stroked the leather against her, teasing her even more than his sensual voice was.
"Let me love you tooooo...
Let me love you to death..."
Spike grazed his fangs over her tender throat, trailing his tongue over her ear, moving back to lave at her pulse point.
"Hey, am I good enough for you?
Hey, am I good enough for you?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I good enough for you?"
Willow mewled desperately digging her fingers into his scalp as he stroked her.
Spike stopped singing, his human face reappearing, staring deep into Willow's eyes, a question burning in their depths.
Willow's chest heaved, her mind and body pleaded with her; to take him, ravish him, and her conscience screamed for her to run. Far, far away.
The witch was aroused beyond all that Spike had ever seen, he still held her close to him, forcing her to make the next move.
Willow bit her lip, crying out in sexual pain. She shoved against the vampire, pushing him against the ground, and took off towards her home.
"I am good enough pet." Spike smugly whispered.
****
Willow paused, stroking her fingers along her cup of tea. She curled her feet beneath her, intent on watching the night turn into day. She felt so confused, and it was all contained in music. Ever since that night, that she had fallen asleep thinking of Sweet and what she wanted to show Spike, well, she *had* been showing Spike. There was the virgin song, and now, tonight.
Willow shivered. She wanted to find out exactly how good the vampire was.
"I want to suck on your lips.
I want to melt in your arms.
I want to call you up sometime.
I want you so badly tonight."
She stood up, the song welling up inside of her, as she closed her eyes, tilting her face to the moon.
"Behind your eyes, a darkness waits for me.
Don't think about what's right.
So close your eyes, feel your way to me.
Even if it's wrong...
I want you so badly tonight.
I want you so badly."
She could see them in bed together, rough, soft, laughing like lunatics, all enjoying the time they spent together.
"I want to cuddle in bed.
I want you to tie me down.
I want to kiss your eyelids.
I want you so badly tonight."
Willow trembled as she sang, opening her eyes, setting her cup down to grasp the railing of her balcony.
"Behind your eyes, a darkness waits for me.
Don't think about what's right.
So close your eyes, feel your way to me.
Even if it's wrong...
I want you so badly tonight.
I want you to brag about me.
Forget your pride.
Be mine completely...tonight."
She could have had him, if she had just let herself go, let herself be in his arms. She closed her eyes again, her fingers touching her lips in a parody of a kiss.
"Even if it's wrong...
I want you so badly tonight.
I want you so badly."
Willow opened her eyes, and for the first time, realized the truth. She wanted Spike; she might even love him. There might be the smallest possibility that he felt the same. She ran into her bedroom, knowing she had to find him; to tell him, grabbing her keys, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Will, big evil we were researching? Well, it reared its multiple heads; we need you at the magic box post-haste," Buffy breathlessly informed.
"Be right there Buffy," Willow sighed, replacing the receiver of the phone. Spike would just have to wait.
****
The bloody Slayer had called him to go on another mission of good. He grumbled beneath his breath, his attitude only perking up when he saw a flash of red hair through the window of the Magic Box. He bet that none of Sunnydale's residents even noticed all the late hours that the shop kept.
"Met a girl, thought she was grand.
Fell in love, found out first hand,
Went well for a week or two,
Then it all came unglued..."
Spike sighted Xander, standing just a little bit in front of him, staring at Anya's lithe form. The vampire strode forward with a sigh.
"I'm in lust, a lust I don't get,
Never thought I'd be the one who'd snap,
Then I started to realize, I was livin' one big lie.
She fuckin' wants me, yeah, she fuckin' wants me." Spike came forward, singing about the redhead also framed by the window.
****
"La la la la," Anya sang, flipping through different demonology texts.
"I tried too hard and he ignored my feelings like I had none,
And ripped them away,
He was cool for about an hour, after that, it got sour.
He took all I ever had, no sign of guilt, no feeling sad," Buffy mooned over a charcoal sketch of Angel.
"I'm in lust, a lust I don't get,
Never thought I'd be the one who'd snap,
Then I started to realize, I was livin' one big lie,
He really wants me, yeah, he really wants me," Willow stood up on the center table, bellowing like Alanis Morisette.
"La la la la, " Anya had switched to Forbes, singing, while again flipping through pages.
"I tried so hard and she tore my feelings like I had none! And ripped them away!" Xander stormed through the door with Spike, the mortal pointing at Anya.
The group began jumping around, thrashing their heads to the heavy guitar music that was all around them.
"That's my story as you see, learned my lesson and so did she," Spike stalked towards the red-haired witch, a predator's gleam in his eyes.
"Now its over and I'm glad, cause I'm a fool for all I said!" Xander threw at Anya.
"He really wants me, yeah, he really wants me," Willow breathed, drawing close to Spike, wrapping her arms around his waist and staring into his eyes.
"La la la la,"Anya spat out, flipping Xander off.
"I tried too hard and he tore my feelings like I had none! And ripped them away!" Buffy murmured, sighing pitifully.
"She fuckin' wants me!" Spike shouted, dipping down to capture his redhead's lips.
The music shuddered to a halt suddenly, as the Scooby gang stared at the redhead and the vampire locked in a heated embrace.
"What the fuck???" Buffy shrilled, charging at the vampire, stake raised.
"Buffy! No! Don't stake him!" Willow cried, throwing her body in front of Spike's.
"Why?!" the Slayer demanded, torn between throwing her best friend to the floor in an effort to get to the vampire that was currently licking his lips.
"Because she doesn't want you to, you bint?" said vampire growled.
"Wait another minute!" Xander burst into song.
"Can't you see what this bitch has fuckin' done to me?" Spike pointed at Buffy.
"I'm alive and still kickin', what you see I can't see, maybe you'll think before you speak!" Buffy sang back, her hands on her hips.
"I'm alive for you. I'm awake because of you. I'm alive I told you. I'm awake swallowing you!" Willow pleaded with Spike, pulling him away from Buffy.
"Take another second. Turn your back on me and make believe that you're always happy," the Slayer taunted the vampire, pirrouetting.
"It's safe to say you're never alive. A big part of you has died," Anya commented at Spike, "and by the way, I hope you're satisfied," she shot at Xander.
"I'm alive for you, I'm awake because of you!" Willow again got between the Slayer and her vampire, trying to keep the two apart.
"I'm alive, I told you!" Anya screeched at Xander, irritated at having to remind him she was human.
"I'm awake loving you!" Xander admitted, turning away from her.
"I'm alive!" Buffy protested, pulling her best friend to her.
"For you I'm awake!" Spike pulled back.
"Tearing it back, unveiling me!" Willow pushed her best friend, trying to make her understand that she cared for the blonde vampire.
"Take a step back so I can breathe!" Buffy cursed, holding her head against the raging metal music.
"Hear the silence about to break," Spike intoned, a deadly grin on his face.
"Fear resistance when I'm awake!" the blonde Slayer hissed, all music wisping away suddenly with the last sung lyric.
The Scoobies stared at each other.
"What the hell is going on?" a dumbstruck Giles slammed his office door open.
"G-man make it stop!"
"Tell the Slayer to bugger off!"
"Giles I can *so* stake him, can't I?"
"I think I'm in love with Spike."
"I want my orgasms back!"
Giles paused; trying to decide whether to run back into the safety of his office, or stay put. A dusky chuckle saved him from making a decision.
"Quite an interesting production we have here," Sweet slid down the ladder from the upstairs loft.
"You again? I thought we got rid of you!" Xander frowned, really hoping the demon hadn't come back to take him to the underworld.
"Don't worry cupcake, I'm not here because of you," Sweet winked.
The brunette swallowed and hid behind Anya.
"Why are you here?" Giles tentatively asked.
"I come from the imagination, and I'm here strictly by her invocation," Sweet strode forward cupping Willow's face in his hand.
She blushed slightly, only to be pulled away by a growling Spike.
"Willow?" Buffy turned to her friend.
"I, I didn't know I was summoning him! How could I have? Oh goddess!" the redhead blushed vermillion, as she thought about a few nights prior, and her wish.
Sweet grinned. "You wished for passion, for tangos and fandangos, I have delivered, witch."
"You, you aren't going to take me with you, are you? I mean, with some exceptions, I really don't get along with the underworld type, I mean, uh," Willow babbled, all the while shrinking back into Spike's arms.
"We won't let you take her!" Buffy strode forward, intent on fighting the demon again.
Sweet held up his hands, and then adjusted his suit. "Easy honey, easy. I'm not after your absolutely delicious redhead. I delivered because she wished on pure intentions. Doesn't happen often after I've visited, hell, hasn't happened in a millennia! I did this as a favor, just for Red."
"Then what are you doing here, Mr.Sweet?" Giles asked, wondering if it was appropriate to address a demon as 'Mr.'
Invisible instruments played a swift intro, and the demon rolled his eyes. "Enough," he spoke, waving his hand. All instrumentation promptly died.
"Just wanted to make sure that Red knew what I did," he purred, approaching Willow, placing a kiss on her wrist, "and honey, if your undead man doesn't know how to treat you just right, remember, I'm only a song away," he smirked, disappearing.
Spike, who had been silent through the entire exchange, growled. "Not bloody likely mate, I know how to treat my woman."
"Your woman?" Buffy turned, still drop-jawed.
"From the way Willow isn't refusing that label, I'd say so," Anya sighed.
"Ah! Willow is not another member of the 'dating undead gang', is she?" Xander pleaded, hands clasped.
Willow smiled slowly, turning in Spike's arms, looking into his deep blue eyes. "I think I am," she murmured serenely, capturing Spike's lips in a tender kiss.
"Oh, ew! Oh ew! Make it stop!" Buffy cried, covering her eyes.
Giles shook his head and began wiping his glasses.
****
They left the Magic Box, amidst Giles trying to rub his glasses into nonexistance, Xander trying to plead with Anya to curse Spike, and Buffy threatening, squeazing her fists until her stake cracked.
Still, the happy couple walked hand-in-hand to Willow's house.
"The world here is made of tragedy, I always want what's out of reach," Willow softly sang, surprised at herself, "I pull my red hair back and sigh, screw that night out with the guys, I never get a word in with them anyway! The telephone doesn't scare me anymore; you're home, and I am here with you my dear, always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper-spastic, superhero vampire!"
"So break the bruised monogamy, and let him fade to memory, your erotic, wet, atomic eyes keep reoccurring in my mind, do me a favor please, and touch your lips to mine!" Spike sang, capturing Willow's lips in a kiss.
"The telephone doesn't scare me anymore; you're home, and I'm here with you, my dear,"Willow began with a smile.
"Always stupidly sarcastic, my hyper-spastic, superhero girl!" Spike finished the lyric, pulling her into his arms.
They continued on to Willow's house, singing back and forth to each other.
"I came by your invocation, brought to this world by your imagination,
and the show is over!" Sweet danced down the sidewalk, unnoticed by the
lovers, to let the fanfic fade to black.
*****
Note on the music used:
Some of these songs you may recognize, some I have altered to my whim. Here they are in order used:
"Not a Virgin"-POE
"Wash That Man Outta My Hair"-South Pacific
"Love you to Death"-Type O Negative
"I Want To"-Jessica Riddle
"She Hates Me"-Puddle of Mudd
"Awake"-Godsmack
"Superhero Girl"-Eve 6