Song fics and Oneshots

[BurningWhiteRose]

Oi! So I just kind of decided to try and write down all my little songfics and Oneshots as I think them up. Some take longer than others to form...but without further...adue...or whatever...



Just read the following.

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Title: Empty Apartment

Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or Yellowcard. The lyrics in the following are from "Empty Apartment" by Yellowcard.

Warning: There might be a little...angst...

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Call me out

You stayed inside

One you love

Is where you hide

Shot me down as I flew by

Crash and burn

I think sometimes you forget where the heart is

**

Somewhere deep inside, I know you never meant it. That it was all just some highly tangled idea that you dwelled on for far too long. Buffy didn’t mean it to be like that. You were her big gun. Couldn’t take the heat, could you sweetie? You needed Buffy. Buffy didn’t need you. Yet somewhere…I feel that that is my fault. I realize that if I had done more, none of this would have happened. Firstly, I could have been stronger. Made you feel safer. Second, I could have been less dependant. I have my mind back. Im not brainless anymore. I act like I am though, don’t I? Im a leech.



Would it hurt if you heard me say that?



I could have stopped you. Sure, you would have pulled the resolve face out of your pocket. And sure, I could have… I could have argued with it. Ok… so maybe I really couldn’t have stopped you. I resent that Willow. Why can’t I say no to you? Why can’t I be strong? Hell, that’s my main problem, isn’t it baby? Im so damn insecure. I have no right. You stuck by me through my darkest times. If I hadn’t been so insecure about how you felt for me. If only I had realized that you love me. That you really truly love me.



It’s just that that’s such a foreign concept to me.

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Answer no to these questions

Let her go, learn a lesson

It's not me, you're not listening now

Can't you see something's missing?

You forget where the heart is



Take you away from that empty apartment

You stay and forget where the heart is

Someday if ever you love me you'd say it's okay

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When it started, I thought it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. I had all the power. I was making everyone proud. Hell, I was making me proud. I had this feeling, that everything was right. I wasn’t second string. Then I looked at her gravestone, and it hit me. Nothing was right. I would always be second string. I would never be Buffy. But could I accept that? Oh no. Please. That would mean that I was just old, reliable, Willow. Plain, A-plus, Willow. You know…that Willow I tried so hard to hide from you. Because no one loves that Willow.



No one but you…and the moment I realized that was far too late.



I was standing there, in a mass of concrete, asphalt, drowning in the heady scent of car exhaust. All I could feel was pain. My whole body felt like led. I looked at Dawn, held up by Buffy. The look in their eyes. Not just Dawn and Buffy, but Spike. Spike, baby. The big bad. Evil incarnate. And he was looking at me like I was a cockroach. Like I was dirt beneath his boots. I thought that was rock bottom, until Dawn slapped me. My whole world went to pieces. So I did the only thing I could. I fell to my knees, and begged.



Just like the last time I saw you.

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Waking up from this nightmare

How's your life, what's it like there?

Is it all what you want it to be?

Does it hurt when you think about me?

And how broken my heart is



Take you away from that empty apartment

You stay and forget where the heart is

Someday if ever you love me you'd say it's okay

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I was scared. Im not going to lie. There will be no more lies. Lies got us into this mess. They wont get us out. In fact, I’ll say it again, just for good measure. The first time I heard you were better I was scared. Buffy doesn’t usually call me up for social pleasure. Which is perfectly understandable. So of course, when she called I assumed the worst. I asked what you’d done, how bad it was. She looked at me funny, so I clarified. And guess what? She told me you were doing great. The next day, I saw you at the Magic Box. I walked out, and there you were- red hair, green eyes, lithe form…the whole nine yards. Magic free for 30 days. Hearing you say that, being able to look you in the eyes to see if you were lying, it made my day.



Sex seemed like dog crud compared to the joy that moment gave me.



I knew, right then and there, that I forgave you. You were addicted to dark magic, and you let go of it. Im not cocky enough to say you did it for me. In fact, you did quite the opposite. You got addicted because of me. Scratch that. I would never force you to do anything. Especially something like that. Plus, I don’t really know when you got the first taste, so who am I to say that you weren’t addicted before I left. Proof shows you were. Apparently you just dug the hole deeper when I let go. Oh god…Scratch that. Who am I kidding? You got into it because of me. You got out of it because of me. There. I said it.



I held onto the hope that I was enough during Buffy’s party. I held onto seeing your resistance through the Wedding. I held onto the look you gave me while Anya said her vows through nearly being killed. I held on to seeing you run away when we went on the coffee date. But there’s no more holding back.



I need you.

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It's okay to be angry and never let go

It only gets harder the more that you know

When you get lonely if no one's around

You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down

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Seeing you stand in the doorway was amazing, and confusing at the same time. You always look beautiful, but somehow being in a doorway suits you. Although, the leather jacket and tight low cut shirt really didn’t hurt much. But there was also that sense of dread. That this was the true ending. The beginning of a life of nightmares. I thought you were there to break my heart. I held my breath, listened to your speech. The moment you said “and” I braced myself.



I wasn’t expecting the next part of the sentence to be “Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?”

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We came together but you left alone

And I know how it feels to walk out on your own

Maybe someday I will see you again

And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend

**       

Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft beams on scattered articles of clothing, long forgotten by their wearers. The air of the room was thick with the heady scent of lovemaking. Sweaty bodies moved together in well-oiled grace, settling into an age-old rhythm. Labored breathing and soft declarations of devotion broke the silence of the night. Hands caressed familiar curves, relearning every inch of what they had been deprived.



Lips pressed together as two lovers reunited.

**

Take you away from that empty apartment

You stay and forget where the heart is

Someday if ever you love me you'd say its okay

It's okay

It's okay

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How bad is it?

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If homosexuals dont reproduce, why are there so many of them?-Jim David

[Spikeizmine87]

yay i love this fics! I love how someone can put up lyrics, and it goes with what the person is thinking. It really captures what the character is thinking. So keep this up! I love it!

-Rose

How can I tell you I love you without the fear of your rejection?



Im so in love and its hurting.

[Taras Shadow]

How bad is it you ask?



Well... NOT AT ALL! I actually loved the flow of emotions, very well written, and I love the song selection.



Keep it up! I can't wait for more!



~Holly~

“I’m falling, hard and fast and I don’t want the heavens above to catch me, if it means that you won’t catch me as I fall, then I just want to keep falling, I want so much to know that my heart is there for you...always.” Tara - Fall To Pieces

"Show me where to touch you." - Tara, It Ain't Fickle (Luciddream)

[sam darls]

Wow..that isn't bad at all..no way . I loved it . I loved the way you used the emotions. I can't wait for more. Love sam xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

[amazonaa]

That was great. I loved it.



You did a great job of matching everything up.







More soon please.







brittney









~Kiss this axe, bitch!---Tara "Bargaining part 2"~

[Stormforce]

Bad?? That was not bad... it was infact great! You gonna write more??

To be forgotten is worse than death.

[Wired vixen]

First off.... SEQUEL!

Secondly, that was fantasmagorical! (or fantastic in plain English)

Please continue?



Stace xXx

[BurningWhiteRose]

MY SINCERE LOVE to all who reviewed my first piece. And sorry, but it was a songfic...so Im not sure how to write a sequel. Plus, Im in a morbid mood, so I give you this...

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Disclaimer: I dont own BTVS or Edgar Allen Poe. The following poem is "The Raven" by good ole' E.A.P

Rating: I'll say...R just to be safe...

Warning: Deals with vampire Willow becoming Tara's sire...

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-

Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.



*****

A young and fair haired woman sat alone in her small dorm room, watching the candle before her flicker and die. The room fell dark, save the soft glow of the moon. She inhaled deeply; savoring the taste of darkness, for she knew it was all she had left. Her beloved lay six feet deep in black earth saturated with holy water. They had insisted she be given no chance of return. They insisted on giving her no more chances to see her dearly beloved. The rationalization was that her beloved would not be the same. She would be a beast, a demon. And who could love a demon?



Why, a fellow demon, of course.



A soft tapping interrupted her thoughts. She looked behind her. A shadow fell beneath her door, darkening what little light fell before it. Surely, they thought she was less of a fool. She turned back to her work, diligently searching for a way to save her beloved. A day ago she had been murdered. Early morning she had been buried. So she had stood above her lover’s grave, all alone within her mourning…



…A day ago she had been murdered.



Summoning all the strength within her, she ran to the door.

*****

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,

fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-

Merely this, and nothing more.

*****

Before her was an empty hallway. A chill swept through her body as she slowly closed the door. Desperately she tried to calm her rapidly pounding heart. Her desk sat waiting for her return. Slowly she crossed the room. Yet even as she began to study, a feeling deep within her told her something wasn’t right. She tried to keep her mind from wondering, dwelling to long on false hope. There was no way she could have made from within her grave.



Again there came a knocking, this time on the window sill.

Slowly, she walked to the window. Throwing back her curtains, she gasped. There before her, balancing on a tree limb was her lover. Her crimson hair covered her face. Her eyes were unseen, nothing but darkness. Jerking out of shock, she opened the window wide, and whispered an invitation. Her lover moved gracefully into the window, closing it behind her and pulling the curtains closed. She then turned, and looked in wonder into innocent blue eyes.



A deep passion burned within the blonde, as the red head pulled her close, into a rough yet sensual kiss.

*****

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-

'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and

flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed

he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

*****



The kiss was broken after a moment. Yet the Red allowed her blonde no movement. Close to her she held the woman, taking in her warmth, her heartbeat. All her body ached to take this woman, and bleed her dry just as she hit the brink of ecstasy. And she would. But first, she had to play.



“Willow…I missed you so.”



The Red stayed silent allowing the blonde to comfort herself with being in her lovers arms.



“They told me to stop loving you, but I cannot. You are my soul.”



And you will be mine…



“Willow…say something…please?”



“I am Willow Nevermore.”



With that, the Red lifted the woman, and lay her roughly on the bed.

*****

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no

craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown

before-

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

*****



The blonde moaned softly as her beloved slowly pleasured her. She ignored the warning signs, allowed her lover to entertain herself, as she lost herself in passion. Her fingers gripped soft red hair tightly, reveling in the silken feeling of it. Her core burned with an insatiable fire, one that could only be dampened when her Red allowed it to be. She had always been a patient woman. Her Red could take as long as she wanted, drink as much as she pleased from a never ending fountain.



She could even drink as much as she pleased from a not so never ending fountain, flowing fast beneath alabaster skin.

*****

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and

door;

Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

*****

The Red tested her boundaries as she made love to her blonde. Her body burned with desire, blood lust, and hunger. Desperately she wanted to taste this woman, feel her hot blood run down a parched throat. Yet she held back, waiting for the blonde to release. Waiting to give her all the pleasure she could possibly imagine. She wanted to savor the last taste of life her lover could give her, then feed her a new life. Forever they would be together.



Nevermore be separated.

*****

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he

hath sent thee

Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or

devil!-

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-

Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or

devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,

upstarting-

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my

door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."]

*****

She could feel it overpowering her. The need for release, the need to be taken. She screamed her lovers name as the Red brought her over the edge. As she shook, deep within orgasmic bliss, a pain shot through her neck. Yet soon the ecstasy returned. She could feel nothing but happiness, nothing but love. Because even as a creature of the darkness, her Red would always know love. She would always know that her blonde would be there for her as long as she pleased.



All thoughts left her mind as she breathed her last.



Her Red quickly slit her wrist, and fed her lover. The taste of her soulmate fresh in her mouth, combined with the feeling of bonding forged as the blonde sucked blood from her wrist, took the Red over the edge. Her body arced into her lovers, exploding in happiness. She nestled into her now dead lover, and whispered softly



“Nevermore.”

*****

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the

floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted- nevermore!

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If homosexuals dont reproduce, why are there so many of them?-Jim David

[Stormforce]

Damn that was great. 'The Raven' is my favorite poem by Edgar Allen Poe, and I think you did an awesome job writing the fic with it.

To be forgotten is worse than death.

[Wired vixen]

That was great! it all fitted in perfectly!



Another soon?



Stace xXx

[BurningWhiteRose]

Special thanks to all Kittens who have reviewed! Heres a goody for ya...And I mean goody...(i hope...)



Title: Sway

Warning: Nada

Disclaimer: I dont own Dean Martin or BTVS. If you have never heard the song below...I highly recomend listening to it. You may have danced sensually before but this song is....well...amazing...

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When Marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

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The soft, salty breeze blew in from the ocean alongside the rhythmic crash of the tide. Light of the full moon reflected gently off the water, accenting its lighter hues of blue. A small yellow 67 beetle sat in the sand, music flowing from its open trunk. Slowly, the driver side door opened. A lithe redhead stepped out, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in her pinstriped jacket and knocking sand off shined black boots. Adjusting the collar of her pressed white shirt, she looked at the open trunk with a smile. Sitting on the bumper, another woman was patiently waiting, humming along with the stereo as it played the best of Dean Martin. The red head smiled even wider when her eyes rested on the treasure held by the bumper. Golden hair fell in ringlets over tantalizingly creamy skin. Red straps gave way to a clingy, low cut dress that stopped around 5 inches below the knee. Hungry green eyes drank in the blonde’s ample cleavage and rounded hips. Being the obvious gentlemen she was, the red head held out a hand.



“May I have this dance?”

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Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, Sway with me



Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak….

**

Blue met green as the blonde sweetly accepted the hand. Slowly, a smile made its way to the blonde. She stood slowly, allowing the breeze to sweep her dress up slightly. Obviously, darkening green eyes were enjoying the show. Round hips began to sway with the sensual tune, moving agonizingly close, then skirting away. The red head tentatively lay a hand on a hip, and moved closer. With the breeze, the blonde danced away. Green eyes darkened to a smoldering tone, instantly recognizing the game. The hand advanced slyly from the hip to the lower back, forcing the blonde closer. Slowly, two arms came to rest around the red heads neck. Green eyes burned into blue as the hips swiveled excruciatingly close to the redheads burning core. The red head gripped the blonde tighter, slipping her other arm around the woman’s waist. She smirked mischievously, before quickly dipping her blue-eyed lover.



The waves crashed softly, singing along with an age-old song.

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I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, Sway me now



Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak….

**

Blonde hair mingled with red as the two women moved closer, achieving full body contact. Every sway became synchronized, hips melding together, legs moving as if one. Breasts pressed together softly, allowing the other woman to feel just how aroused she was making the other. Blue eyes stared lovingly into deep green pools. Mouths met passionately, the red head pressing her lover into her with one arm, getting lost in silky golden curls with the other. The blonde lifted her leg, wrapping it around a slim waist, pressing her heat into her fiery haired lover. Hands tangled into downy crimson hair. Mouths opened, tongues dueling relentlessly, before the kiss began to wan. Sliding slowly down the lithe form she was wrapped around, allowing a generous view to her ample cleavage, the blonde kissed her lover a final time.



Moonlight flirted softly with the sea, as the music slowly drifted to an end.

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I can hear the sound of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

You know how

Sway me smooth, Sway me now…

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...I butchered it!

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If homosexuals dont reproduce, why are there so many of them?-Jim David

[Stormforce]

How can you say you butchered it? That was great... Dean Martin was a great singer and I love that song, you did a great job with it. I do hope too see more.

To be forgotten is worse than death.

[Wired vixen]

YUM!



That was great! In no way did you butcher that!



Another soooon pleaseeee??



Stace xXx

[sam darls]

Wow..those two updates were both amazing..and I love that song . Love sam xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

[amazonaa]

That was..... WOW!!!



You didn't butcher it at all. Even though I have never heard that song, I am going to go find it and listen to it now.







Great job. More, please.







brittney









~Kiss this axe, bitch!---Tara "Bargaining part 2"~

[onyxsundrops]

Really amazing fics.



Yvonne