Story Title: “Dance Dance”
Author: Loki M. (aka Emily B.)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spander, mentions X/Anya and Spike/Buffy
Summary: Counter-POV for my fic “Mr. Brightside”: Spike’s POV now.
Posting: Ya want it, ya got it. Let me know, k?



Dance Dance
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
And weighed down with words too overdramatic
Tonight it's "it cant get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd look
If they knew how misery loved me
into bed with me

You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by

Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (with love)

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd look
If they knew how misery loved me

Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (with love)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

Spike knew that Anya had been stepping out on Xander for quite some time. His own obsession with Xander had led to him seeing Anya leave with her secret lover many times as he hid in the shadows across from their apartment building. He knew that Xander was going to be crushed when he found out, and his discovery was only a matter of time—Spike knew that the former vengeance demon was not clever enough to keep the facade running for long.
When Xander did find out, Spike abandoned his post across the street to hide right next to the building under their window. He blessed his preternatural healing that allowed him to eavesdrop on their conversation. The utter blank toneless slant of Xander’s voice indicated that his boy was still in shock. As he heard the door to their apartment shut quietly some time later, he stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the door to the building. When Anya came out Spike was the first thing she saw.
“Spike?” she asked, clutching her bags tightly as she gaped at him.
“Anya.”
“What are you doing here?”
Spike chuckled and let a bit of gold slide into the cold blue of his eyes. “Protecting Xan-pet.”
“I don’t understa—“
“Nor would you. Leave Anya. You’ve hurt him enough. Get out of town, tomorrow. Quit your job, collect your lover, and I want you out of the state by sundown. If I hear you’re anywhere within a hundred miles of SunnyHell tomorrow night, I will ensure that you and your toy do not survive the night.” Spike kept his voice calm, his body unnaturally still.
“What do you mean? I don’t know...what’s going on?”
Spike let himself stalk over to her. He used his height to loom over the small ex-demon. “You’ve hurt what’s mine. And make no mistake, he is. And he will realize this when you’re gone. He’s been mine for a long, long time. I only allowed you to be near him because it made him happy. But the mistake is mine, ducks. One I intend to remedy quickly. So get out, Anya. And until Xander asks for you to personally return to the Hellmouth, don’t come back.”
She had been backing away slowly from him, but now she ran off into the darkness as he flashed fang at her with a wicked snarl.
A few nights later, and Spike was once more staring at the darkness in Xander’s window. He had broken off his torrid affair with Buffy weeks ago. He was no longer interested in the feelings that had remained from Red’s hideous love spell. He was no longer “love’s bitch” to that insipid and bony Slayer. He longed for the smooth planes and dark beauty of his pet. And if Xander rejected him outright—if he had just traded the Slayer’s punches for the White Knight’s?—than a rough touch from him was still infinitely better than any of her cold caresses.
The soft muffled sobs that floated down to him in the darkness broke his reverie. Racing into the building and practically flying up the stairs, he fumbled the copy of Xander’s key he had swiped from the spare drawer months ago. Letting himself into the dim apartment silently, he locked the door behind him and headed for the bedroom. He eased himself down onto the mattress as he heard Xander retching pitifully under the weight of his sorrow.
He couldn’t resist the draw of that silky looking skin and skimmed his hands down Xander’s shoulders, revealing in the heat and warmth emanating from Xander, his back soaked in sweat. Xander turned, and looked at him with brown eyes so anguished and guileless before throwing himself into the vampire’s arms. He heard himself murmuring soft nonsense as the boy sobbed out his heartache onto Spike’s lap. Soon the sobs faded and then died down.
“It hurts so bad, Spike,” Xander whispered as he looked up at Spike with desperation in his eyes.
“I know, mate. It kills you a bit, but the pain will fade in time, I promise.” Spike stroked Xander’s hair and marvelled at the silken feel of it.
“Stay with me tonight. Please,” Xander asked, his voice breaking slightly.
“As long as you need me. I know what it feels like,” the vampire soothed him. As Spike felt Xander wrap himself close to the vampire, he petted and fussed him into falling asleep. As he boy slept innocently on his chest, Spike began to plan the seduction that had building all of these long years since that near forgotten night at Sunnydale High School.

Epilogue, three months later:

Buffy was still in shock after hearing Xander tell the group about his relationship
with Spike. Her mind whirled with what sort of plan the vampire had in mind. Surely he had to be upset since they stopped their affair. She punched the training bag rapidly as she tried to decipher the meaning of it all.
A footstep behind her made her turn around. “Spike.”
The vampire smirked at her, running a hand over impeccably gelled platinum hair. “Slayer.”
“Why are you with Xander? You won’t get to me through him.” Might as well get to the meat of the matter.
“I’m with Xander because I want Xander, if you can understand that, pet.”
“But what about us....I mean....what we did...” she trailed off, uncertainly.
“You know as well as I do that that was just the after effect of that bloody stupid spell that Red put on us during her megalomaniacal power trip.”
“But I know you wanted me! How could Xander, the Zeppo, possibly compare with me?”
Spike’s smirk widened. “Try that again, you stupid bint. How could you compare with Xanpet? Think about it. My former lovers—Drusilla, Angelus...? Dark hair and eyes, the pair of them. Now who looks more like them? You? Or Xander?” his smirk shifted quickly into a snarl. “Not everything is about you. And remember, Slayer. You’re precious Angel gave him to me. And I couldn’t refuse a gift from my Grandsire, now could I?”
“I won’t let you corrupt him like this! Xander’s not gay!” Buffy was losing ground, and was desperate for the advantage in this argument.
“Try it, Slayer. And I’ll tell everyone how you came back wrong.”
“You wouldn’t...”
Spike’s hand closed around her throat, decreasing her air flow enough to prove his point. “Try me.”
He held her in the air for a few moments, until Xander could be heard calling him from the front of the Magic Box. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my nummy calls. I trust you won’t say anything?”
Buffy nodded frantically, unable to speak or breathe.
“Good girl.” He dropped her to the mats as he let himself out of the room. Buffy crawled to the door and saw Spike pull Xander tight into his body. And what killed her the most inside was not the fact that her friend was dating a soulless monster—no. What really twisted her heart and her guts was the knowledge that Spike had never looked at her with such love—no one had, and probably never would.

The End.

A/N: So, here’s the sequel to “Mr. Brightside”. As a general rule, I don’t like song fic, and now I’ve written TWO!!! LOL! But seriously, this stands alone, but do read the other one, I did like that one okay. I’m not sure if this one is any good, but that’s what the muses made me do, so as I have done so, enjoy. ConCrit is always welcomed, and give me a heads-up if ya want to post it.