SERIES SUMMARY: Sweet, everyone's favorite singing and dancing demon, comes to Sunnydale and stirs up some romance for the Scooby Gang.
SPOILERS: "Once More, With Feeling" and "Innocence"
SHIPPERS: Willow/Spike/Angelus, Buffy/Giles, Xander/Cordelia, Drusilla/Ethan
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DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em just wish I did.
DISTRIBUTION: http://never-more.com/wsca anyone with permission. Anyone else: want, take, have but tell me where it goes.
NOTES: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Spike was sired in 1880 by Drusilla but since this is my story and Joss could never get his story straight, Spike is now 203 years old.
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~Prologue~
Once More, With Feeling
The demon known as Sweet stared at the town surrounding him. It
wasn't that different from its future but if anyone would tell the inhabitants
what their future would hold, they'd laugh. 'Me and Spike!?' the
blonde slayer would say. 'I'm gay!?' the red witch would say.
'I'm engaged to a
man-killing demon!?' the brunette lackey would say. The list
could go on and on. So many changes in so little time...Sweet had
read their very souls as they sang and he had created scenarios using the
readings to find out who was best suited for whom. It was a long
involved process but Sweet was a romantic at heart and it was worth it
to play a demonic Cupid.
His readings had startled him, the best matches for the humans and vampires were anything but what had turned out. He saw happy endings with his readings but only death and despair in the future. Not a pretty picture and even the demon felt bad about it. He had edited his scenarios to find out WHEN the couples would be better off and he was even more startled when he realized that the best times for the couples to get together was in the past. Five years in the past to be exact.
~Part: 1~
Prodigal Son
Spike stared at the wall, anger flashing in his blue eyes as he heard
the sounds of his sire and Drusilla. He missed the way things had
been before.
Before Drusilla. When Darla had been off gallivanting the world,
leaving Angelus by his lonesome in London.
The year during Darla's travels, after he'd been sired, had been the best year Spike could ever remember. Angelus had taught him everything he knew. They'd been equals, lovers, killers, everything vampires were SUPPOSED to be: fists and fangs, blood and guts.
Then Drusilla...Drusilla had been Angelus's obsession, he'd dropped
Spike for the pretty little Catholic girl. He'd broken her down to
a mere
reflection of the innocent she had been. After Drusilla, Spike
had started to feel left out but things had gotten better, him, Dru and
Angelus had
bonded. Things were good. And then Angelus had to get himself
all soul-having.
For a hundred years, Spike had picked up the pieces of Drusilla's broken
psyche. He'd been through so much for Drusilla: Prague, Sunnydale,
Buffy...and now he was in a wheelchair because of her. But the
second, the SECOND "Daddy" came back...Spike was dropped like an old toy.
He was getting stronger, day by day, but he was still in no shape to
challenge Angelus...to hold his attention. Spike frowned and wheeled
himself to the bedroom he'd shared with Drusilla. At least here,
the sounds of their coupling were less apparent.
Then Spike did something, he'd never done before...he broke into song:
Riding my life
Like a runaway train
Movin' from
One track to that
Howlin', cryin',
Screamin' at the moon
Only my voice came back
Only the echo came back
*What the fuck!?* Spike thought. But the song continued and a melodic music played in the background. *This is NOT funny!* But he couldn't stop singing, his hurt and anger and frustration and...love poured into the song.
When I was a boy
Daddy told me
"Grow tall
Yes, and Billy, don't crawl"
Taught me how to ride
Set me out on my own
And I never came back
And the worst part was that he FELT the song, he knew what the words meant, he'd felt it for the past two-hundred years with Angelus. Angelus had been more of a father than his own. His father had been too busy with his mistresses to notice his son. And he'd been killed by the jealous husband of one of his mistresses, leaving Spike to take care of himself and Mother.
And, yes, I'd do it again
Oh, wouldn't you
Yeah, I'd do it again
A-huh, oh yeah
Do it again
Baby
Wouldn't you
He wouldn't have changed a thing though...he'd do it all again.
He'd go through the pain and suffering and hurt, whatever it would take
to have
Angelus, to make him proud. He hated how his feelings were being
poured into a song, making him admit everything he'd been trying for centuries
to ignore.
Remember
When I lied
Just when you
Needed me
Now I sit
Alone and cry
'Cause now I believe in mercy
Remember when I lied
Just when you needed me, baby
I believe in mercy
Okay, at least, he wasn't dancing. Which was a relief. He
was horrified that he'd end up dancing...okay, it wouldn't be SO bad unless
someone saw him. Namely Angelus or Drusilla or one of the minions.
He'd be the laughing stock of the undead population of the Hellmouth. He
needed to get
out of the factory.
Ridin', walkin'
Lookin' so cool
Guess I crossed
Over the borderline
Treated like a dunce
Who just can't read
Did I fool me, too
He stood up and raced out of the factory but he kept singing. *What the fuck is happening!?* he wondered. But even as he walked through town, people sang back-up. He'd think this was funny if it wasn't happening to HIM. Two-hundred year old Master vampires DON'T sing.
And, yes, I'd do it again
Oh, wouldn't you
Yeah, I'd do it again
A-huh, oh yeah
Do it again
Baby
Wouldn't you
He leaned against the wall, this was hell! Pure and simple hell.
His past was coming back and kicking him in the ass. It'd be better
if he were
actually singing an ORIGINAL song but a Billy Idol cover song was a
pain.
Remember
When I lied
Just when you
Needed me
Now I sit
Alone and cry
'Cause now I believe in mercy
Remember, when I lied
Now that you
Needed me
Yes, I believe in mercy
He continued through the dark streets, the music following him, the song continuing. Okay, he needed to talk to the Watcher...although it'd probably get him staked but he couldn't put up with...this.
I said, "Come here
Look into my face
And hear into my heart"
Hesitation
Could re-arrange
The other side
To your love
Take hold now, baby
And take
What other
Lovers have not
Times is changin'
Will they re-arrange
The other side to your love
No-whoa-whoa-whoa
Yeah
Spike couldn't stand this. He'd rather be dead...er than put up with the singing. Vampires WEREN'T supposed to break into song unless they were in a freaky Broadway musical. But that wasn't the worst part, things were about to get as worse as possible. He entered a graveyard and his eyes widened as he spied Buffy. *Oh, fuck...* he thought. Then Buffy began to sing...
Come home, here he is, impatient one
Come home, come home, tell the story
Buffy seemed even more shocked than Spike was. But the song continued and Buffy couldn't stake him, instead she began to dance. Spike's eyes widened. This had to be one hell of a horrible dream.
Come home
Here he is
The impatient one
Come home
To claim a glory
Prodigal son
Come home
Prodigal bum
Come home
Prodigal son
Spike sang again and Buffy's eyes widened as she tried her hardest to stop dancing but failed and began to sing again.
When I lied
Needed me
Spike continued the song as he began to slowly dance as well. *Oh, fuck, no!* he thought.
Prodigal son.
Come home,
To claim a glory.
Prodigal son,
Come home.
Prodigal son,
Come home,
Prodigal bum.
The song ended, the music stopped and Spike and Buffy stared at each other. "THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN!!!" Buffy squealed.
Spike grimaced. "It did," he said, paling even more than usual. "Oh, bloody hell!"
"You'd better not tell ANYONE!" Buffy growled.
"You open your mouth to anyone and I'll make you Slayer number three!"
he stated. "But it could've been worse, I could have kissed you."
He
shuddered with disgust. "Thank Satan!"
"I happen to be very kissable," Buffy stated then wrinkled her nose
with disgust at the thought of kissing...Spike. "Nyuh..." She
raced to the
library, she had to tell Giles about the singing. Although, she'd
never ever tell who she'd sung WITH.
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