VOICES IN THE NIGHT
Authors: Sara and Lu
Pairings: C’mon, can’t you guess the main one? ;)
Disclaimer. We know, we know, evil Joss own everything, sigh!
Thanks to : My great wonderful Maribel, I’ll never thank you enough, dear! ;)
Summary: This is the story of two people and a radio station…
But the real question is.. can a pixie fall in love with a coyote?
No, we are not crazy!! Well.. you just gotta wait for a while to figure out what that means, eh, eh !
Chapter 1
(Lyrics from ‘Hold on’ by Good Charlotte, awww... you know I (Lu) love their songs!)
The trip seemed to be endless. She looked at the rain beat upon the windows on the train, as the lights outside passed very quickly. Her mobile vibrated in her pocket, she glanced at the display screen and breathed deeply. She really didn’t feel like talking with anyone, but she also knew that if she didn’t answer this call, the person calling would keep on calling until she answered, even if it took hours. She pressed the button to answer hearing her best friend’s gentle voice.
“How long did you think you could ignore my calls?”
“Hi, Dru!”
“Don’t change subjects, Missy, why didn’t you call me?”
“I’m glad to hear from you, too...”
“Buffy!”
“I didn’t feel much like talking, and honestly, I don’t feel like talking now...”
“Is it so bad?”
“Did you think it would be fine? He disappeared for weeks and when he finally shows up again, he just left me a cold message: ‘Come to my house, we’ve gotta talk...’, but as I told you, I don’t wanna talk now...”
“You know, Buffy, I had the feeling it wasn’t a date like the others, but I hoped to be wrong…”
“*You * had a wrong feeling?! Honey, there’s no way you could be wrong; after all, we both know that you're right nine out of ten times!" Buffy teased her friend, wondering where she had found the strength for that.
“Well, I hoped this was the famous one time out of ten when I guessed wrong. Anyway, are you still on the train? When do you arrive?”
“I should be home in about one hour...”
“Do you want some company?”
“No, Dru, sorry, but all I want right now is to go back home, throw all the stuff he gave me back in a corner, have a long relaxing bath and listen to a good show on the radio…”
“Good plan. Well, if you tune in around midnight you should find something good...”
“I hope so, ‘night, Dru!”
“’Night, Buffy!”
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Two hours later, Buffy was already on bed, wrapped inside her bathrobe as she held a cup of hot tea in her hands. The radio was on and the music playing on it filled the room as Buffy got lost in her thoughts. She’d hoped that the DJ’s words and the music would help her take her mind off this horrible night, but at the moment that didn’t seem to work as she kept thinking over and over about what she was going to do of her life now. She didn’t even realize that it was midnight already and that a new radio program had started, but as soon as the DJ began talking, Buffy’s attention focused on that voice.
- As always, ‘Voices in the night’ starts and as always, I’m here to spend the next two hours with you. -
The deep voice made her shiver; there were no more thoughts in her mind, just the sound of his voice.
- It’s a dark and stormy night here at Sunnydale, it’s one those cold nights that you’d like to spend under the sheets, or even better... making love. I adore making love in these nights, outside apocalypse is about to begin, while inside your room there is only peace and the rhythm of your breaths mingle and increase, and... ok, I’m getting a bit out of hand, but it’s just that nights like these are only made to love or to feel sad. Sometimes you feel like the weather, and you’d like to cry as the sky is doing now. What about you, my creatures of the night? What keeps you from sleeping? Are you working, are you making love, or are you alone in your room, thinking about what to make out of your life? -
When she heard those words, Buffy trembled; it was ... as if... he was talking just to her.
- It’s odd to feel sad... – the DJ went on, as Buffy turned the volume higher, without worrying about waking up her little sister, Dawn, because she was sleeping at the house of one of her friends for that night. -... you feel as if someone stole something away from you, as if there was a missing piece in your heart. What doesn’t allow you to sleep tonight? I know there’s someone who thinks I’m talking to them only. Well, yeah, I’m talking just to you, what makes you stay there, as you held a cup of tea or a glass of scotch? What makes you keep listening to me when what you would like is just to close your eyes and wake up when everything is over, and maybe by then it would’ve stopped raining, too? Spike is here for you, inside these four walls, listening to the rain beat upon the windows and speaking for whoever doesn’t want to be alone tonight. I’m here with you, as I sit, staring out the window and wondering where you are, you, lost souls who are just looking for peace, for some rest. Let our Janis Joplin comfort our souls. -
The music began and Buffy felt butterflies in her stomach, between his voice that still echoed in her ears and the soft music she felt less alone, the sound filled the emptiness she felt.
- This is for you, no matter if you are alone or you’re making love, if you’re good or evil, hunter or prey, I hope this song will fill your room... and you. -
- It’s one of those songs you can never get tired of listening to, isn’t it, my dear children of the night? -
Buffy was so enthralled listening to the music that she would have liked no one to stop it, no one... except for that voice.
- Fine, we have tons of letters tonight, too. Let’s start with the first one, although it’s anonymous: ‘Hi, Spike, I’m desperate, my fiancé dumped me after a three year relationship, and without a good reason why!’ – he started reading.
Buffy started in astonishment.
< Uh? What? Maybe am I schizophrenic and without realizing it I sent an anonymous letters to radio stations I didn’t even know existed? Because... that story is mine!> the girl thought.
Her mind drifted back to the previous hours and Scott’s speech.
< ‘You know, Buffy, it doesn’t feel like when we first met anymore... I feel you’re so distant... I guess it’s better that we break up, right here, right now, before it becomes something serious... ‘Something serious? So, these * three years * meant nothing to you! Do you feel me distant? It has only been six months since my poor mother died, I had to leave College and find a stressful job to support me and Dawn.. So sorry if lately you weren’t my first thought in the morning!> she thought, getting nervous.
But that voice that had just finished reading had the power to calm her down.
- My dear girl, now you feel as you’ve lost your time, but the real loser is him. Don’t be upset, you are still so young and you’ll surely make up for lost time. Ok, now a door has closed, but I’m sure that a bigger door will open for you... -
< Will it be the same for me, too? What will open for me?> Buffy wondered, and as it had already happened, she had the feeling that he was just talking to her once again.
- But just like you, there are tons of people with problems, and I guess I have a very suitable song for that, so we can change rhythms, too, because if I keep making you listen to melodies like the previous one... sure, they’re beautiful and everything... but... if I played only that for two whole hours, I’ll end up losing you all in twenty bloody minutes! – he exclaimed, and Buffy found herself chuckling due to his witty remark.
As the next song opened with the noise of the rain, just like in that night, and the riff of guitar began, the DJ with the silky voice made his dedications.
- To everyone who suffers, to everyone who is going through a bad moment, this song is for you... -
THIS WORLD, THIS WORLD IS COLD
BUT YOU DON’T, YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO
YOU’RE FEELING SAD, YOU’RE FEELING LONELY
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE
YOUR MOTHER’S GONE, AND YOUR FATHER HITS YOU
< After all, it’s true, there’s people who feel worse than I do. At least, my father has never hit me... Well, it’s also true that he left mom and me where I was just a little girl... and this is surely not something to be happy for...> the blond girl thought, as those reassuring words comforted her.
THIS PAIN YOU CANNOT BEAR
BUT WE ALL BLEED THE SAME WAY AS YOU DO
AND WE ALL HAVE THE SAME THINGS TO GO THROUGH
HOLD ON… IF YOU FEEL LIKE LETTING GO
HOLD ON... IT GETS BETTER THAN YOU KNOW
YOUR DAYS, YOU SAY THEY‘RE WAY TOO LONG
AND YOUR NIGHTS YOU CAN’T SLEEP ALONE
AND YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT YOU’RE WAITING FOR
BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW MORE
AND YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR
BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW MORE
BUT WE ALL BLEED THE SAME WAY AS YOU DO
AND WE ALL HAVE THE SAME THINGS TO GO THROUGH
HOLD ON… IF YOU FEEL LIKE LETTING GO
HOLD ON... IT GETS BETTER THAN YOU KNOW
DON’T STOP LOOKING, YOU’RE ONE STEP CLOSER
DON’T STOP SEARCHING, IT’S NOT OVER
HOLD ON...
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Those two hours seemed to fly, and after Spike said goodbye, reminding his listeners of their date for the night after, Buffy turned off the radio and fell asleep feeling a little bit more comforted.
TBC
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hi, this is just a sneak preview of a new FF Sara (‘Soul Mates’ author) and I are co-writing, it’s still a work in progress in Italian, too. For now I’ll just post here the first chapter, but I’ll update after I’m done with ‘Wanted’ and with the translation of ‘Soul Mates’, ok? Let’s start: