TITLE: LIFEBLOOD
AUTHOR: mana0819
CHAPTER: Is Spike a good Singer? (2/?)
PAIRING:
Angel/Spike
RATING: R
CHAPTER 2
Spike woke up
at
But he made
up his mind and walked downstairs. When stepped into the living room, he found
a guy with black hair sit on the sofa watching TV. He looked up and glanced at
the blond.
"Hey
lad, ya must be Spike," the guy said sipping a small amount of vodka from
the bottle.
"Yeah,
who are ya?" Spike inquired with a frown.
"I'm
Allen Francis Doyle. Call me Doyle. Everyone calls me so. And I'm Wes's good
friend." Doyle told Spike about him a little.
Then Wesley,
two brunette girls and a black man came into the room. Wesley saw Spike
standing near the door and talking with Doyle.
"Spike,
Good morning. How are you feeling today?" he asked his cousin putting down
a tray which carried some cups of tea.
"I'm ok.
Just tired. " Spike answered shortly. He looked at those standing beside
Wes.
"Oh,
sorry guys. This is Spike, my cousin from
"And
Spike, this is Gunn." He said pointing at the large black man. The black
man nodded to Spike.
"This is
Cordelia. Doyle's girlfriend." He said pointing at the taller and
fashionable girl.
"And
Fred. My girlfriend." He said circling his arm around the shy girl's
waist.
"Hi
Spike! It's great to meet you!" she said shyly running her fingers through
her loose hair.
"I
assume you've already met Doyle." He said sitting on the sofa still
holding his girlfriend.
Cordelia sat
on her boyfriend's lap and Gunn sat on a recliner. Spike took seat on the other
recliner. He felt strange. He looked around the guys in the room. His cousin
had never been the type to hang out with those kids when he had been in school
in
"...ike, Spike!"
he noticed
that someone called his name and looked up to see everyone looking at him.
"What?"
he asked.
"You
must've been somewhere else, man." Gunn said little worriedly about his
friend's cousin.
"I was
just thinkin' a bit. But it's nothin'." Spike said glancing at Gunn.
"Anyway
what kinda music do ya listen to?" Doyle asked him suddenly.
"Well, I
listen to mostly rock and punk." Spike answered confusedly.
"And ya
play anything?" Doyle asked again.
"Um, I
sing." Spike answered still in puzzle.
"Great!!
We're off to the Caritas now!!" Doyle shouted standing up and ran out of
the house. And the others expect Spike followed him rapidly.
"Huh??"
Spike was left there for a while in complete puzzlement.
"So ya guys are lookin' for a vocalist of your band and want
to see how well I can sing. I see." Spike said still bit confusedly.
"Yeah.
So, ya wanna sing a little?" Doyle asked or more like pleaded.
"Sure.
Why not?" Spike said walking up to the stage.
Doyle and
Gunn followed him to the stage. Doyle picked up his bass and prepared for the
play. Gunn sat on the drum chair holding the drumsticks. Spike stood in front
of the mike and held it with his hands.
"What
songs ya guys play?" Spike asked looking at Doyle and Gunn.
"How
about 'Down Another Day' by Limp Bizkit?" Doyle asked after a while.
"Yeah. I
like that song." Spike responded.
""The end is near
My summer
days
All great
things go away
Feel the
cold comin' round the bend
Everything's
gonna change again
Down
another day
Down
another day
Oh the
winter I adore
Summers
gone forever more
Someday
she'll come back to me
Season's
change to set me free
Down
another day
Down
another day
Don't have
to bore you with details
(I'll
never let you down)
And in the
morning the sunrise
(will
never let you down)
If I could
hold you tomorrow
(I'll
never let you down)
And when
she's golden, the ocean
(will
never let you down)
I keep
saying goodbye
Saying
goodbye
Keep
saying goodbye
She's
always coming back
She keeps
coming back
She keeps
coming back""
When the song was finished, there was a long silent in the club.
Spike had an amazing voice. And more than that, it was like as if he was meant
to be a singer, meant to be the vocalist of the band. Spike felt little uneasy
when no one spoke up. Was he that bad??
"Hey,
guys. Did I do that bloody bad??" Spike asked anxiously.
"No! Ya
did great! It's just... hey Wes, go call him and tell him to come here
now," Doyle said still in absent-minded. He never knew anyone who sang
better than Spike. To be honest, he was the best singer in the whole world!!
Wesley nodded
to his friend and ran out of the club. He grabbed his cell phone from his
pocket and dialed one of his close friends' number.
"Hello?"
the voice said shortly.
"Hi,
It's me, Wesley. We are all at the Caritas right now. Can you come down
here?" he said.
"Why
not? I'll be there in 10 minutes." The voice said and he hung up the
phone.
Wesley put it
back into his pocket and ran down the stairs to the club. He saw everyone
talking to Spike now.
"Guys,
he will be here in 10 minutes." Wesley mentioned to his friends.
"Great,"
Gunn shouted loudly.
"What
the bloody hell is going on? Who the bloody hell is he??" Spike asked
totally having no idea and confusedly.
"His
name is Angel. He was the original member of this band and the best guitarist
ever. But he went through some hard time and quitted playin' music and the
band. We all have been tryin' to talk him into comin' back to the band but he's
been refusin'. Then you came!! When he listens to ya singin', he'll join us
again!!h Doyle said excitedly.
"He must
be a bleedin' great artist if you say so. BTW, Am I already in the band??"
Spike asked jokingly chuckling.
"Yeah! I
mean that's if you want to." Doyle said hoping the blond to join them.
"Sure I
want to! It's alright? Wes?" Spike asked his cousin and also guardian in
the States.
"I don't
see any problem you being in the band. I know these guys well and all. But you
can not skip or quit school for this. You understand?" Wesley told his
cousin strictly.
"Yeah."
Spike answered shorly.
Then Spike
heard the door opened and glanced at it. Spike saw a man standing there. He was
obviously the most beautiful man he ever laid his eye on.