Author: Coopster5000
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

"Yo Red, this isn't the bloody Bronze," Spike yelled. "They'll fire our fucking ass's if we don't start on time."

"Yeah, yeah Spike, I know," replied Willow, slinging her guitar around her shoulder.

"Bloody hell, you know," he snapped walking away from her.

"Hey Red, you know what we're playing first," Faith asked, as she positioned herself behind her brass drum set.

"Yeah I know," she said, looking back over her shoulder to give the brunette a fake smile.

"Care to share," asked Faith, getting agitated with the redheads bizarre behavior.

"Crazy little fucker's gonna get us canned before we even get a chance to play," Spike said to himself as he walked on stage flinging his own guitar strap around his shoulder.

"Ooooh, trust me you'll know," she smiled turning back around to face her microphone and the crowd. "This first song goes out to a pretty little blonde," she pointed to the bar where Tara was standing.

WILLOW:
And the sky is falling upwards
On a summer desert night

As soon as Willow started playing, her band mates picked up right behind her, knowing right away what song she was playing.

While kids in school are forced to sing
The battle hymns just right
And the extras paid to get excited
On the tv screen
So doped up on diversion
That they don't know what it means
To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All I'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late
Make sure to give your full attention
Smile the best you can
Watch this hand give peace sign
While the other chokes a man
Cuz he wants to love another man
They'll tell you that its bad

Cuz some book that set the moral codes
Is glamorized in ads

To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All I'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too lateeeeeee!!!

And the back flipping, spike-haired preachers
Preaching through their headset mics
Saying god is the new Elvis and
He's "gonna rock tonight"
So just sip on that new energy drink
Although it tastes like shit
Cuz a pretty t.v. couple
Says they cant live without it

To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All I'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late

To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads
All 'm say in, dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too lateeeeeeee!!!

"Now this one's going out to all you gangly ass mother fuckers," shouted Willow into her microphone. "For those of you in the back I wanna see you hands rased way the fuck up high. Everybody else get your ass out on this dance floor, and what I say goes, " She yelled as she started up her next song.

I'm tired, I'm bored,
Where's the cocaine
Things don't get started til midnight
In my brain
Called up Marie, that had sex for free
I asked her to give back all my records
And my jeans
I cant seem to, no matter how hard I try
To out-dance the dance-floor
So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

SPIKE:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
What's it this week?
Perhaps a little game of poker?
And the import by the

SPIKE and FAITH:
"Let's Go Out Tonight's"!!!!!!!

That so over
Gimme a razor,
Not to cut myself
And talk about it
But to shave off your beard,
Your look better without it

Lions and wolves are the latest..
Oh my so 8 months ago...
Nice try

So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

SPIKE:
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

So everybody woke, telling the same joke
And singing the same chorus to a song
That hasn't even been wrote
Don't know how to lead, just follow along
There is no right or wrong way for certain
Make up your own version sing along

WILLOW and SPIKE:
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

After the song was over Spike whirled around on Willow, "Since when do you sing about your personal problems in public," he practically growled.

"It's my fucking song Spike deal with it," she sniped back.

"So what you're just gonna announce to everyone that you're a coke head?" he asked, his face turning red with anger.

"I'll do what ever the fuck I want with my life, William," she said giving him a shit eating smile.

"Listen to me," he growled grabbing her arm. "Enough of this shit. Enough of you wasting your life away After this gig your checking into a rehab center."

"Like hell I am," she yelled back.

"Hey are we gonna play or what?" asked Faith "the crowds getting antsy."

"I just don't wanna see anything happen to you, Will," said Spike, his voice filled with concern.

"I promise nothing will ever happen," she gave him a real smile this time, "now lets show this crowed what fucking good music is," she said mocking his accent.

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back

"Now I wanna see all you mother fucker's MOSHHHHH!!!" Willow yelled into her mic before continuing the next part of the chorus.

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back

As the dancers on the dance-floor moshed and pushed each other around Willow and Spike picked up the pace of the guitars to make the beat go faster. Soon Faith fallowed causing the moshpit to get bigger and more violent

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

SPIKE:
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

"All right guys we're gonna take a 15 minute brake and be right back," said Willow after finishing the 8th song. Placing her guitar on its stand she jumped of the stage and walked back to the bar where Tara was still standing.

"Another Glenlivet," she order from the bar tender before turning to the blonde. "So I never did get the chance to ask you. Watcha doing here by yourself?" she gave the blonde a grin as she leaned against the bar.

"Well I was suppose to come with Buffy and her date but he was running late. So I came here and he's gonna pick up Buffy a little later at the house.

"Oh sounds like fun," Willow said sarcastically. "Being the third wheel on a date to make sure the guys not a freak or something."

"It's not like that," Tara tried to defend herself.

"O' I'm sure its not," she replied in a cocky manner. "You now what, I'm sorry. That was very rued of me."

"Yes it was!" She said in resentful outrage.

"I know that's why I apologized," she said in a child like voice while moving restively back and forth in front of the blonde. "I...I was wondering, maybe if...you might be up to it.... if we could catch a move sometime? You-now-like-old-times. She said really fast. Almost to fast for the blonde to catch.

"Did you just ask me..."

"Uhh Tara can we continue this later," asked Willow as she looked over the taller girls shoulder into the darker area of the night club.

"But you just aske...." exclaimed Tara completely confused at the redheads behavior.

"Yeah I know," she said while walking away from the blonde. "Be back soon," she practically mumbled out as she walked away.

"Well, well if it isn't strawberry," rasped out Racks husky voices from the dark corner of the club.

"I didn't think you were coming," stated Willow never looking into the older man's eyes.

"Now strawberry, you know I wouldn't leave my best little junkie without a fix for to long, don't ya?" he gave her a sinister grin that sent a shiver up her spin.

"Yea, I know,?" she gave him a little smile of her own. "It's just a little more crowded here then the Bronze so I wasn't sure if you would come."

"Enough chatting. Let's go somewhere private." he lead her out the back door to an alleyway, followed closely by a bruised covered Kennedy and two other tall well built men. As soon as they stepped outside the two men closed in on Willow, each grabbing a arm and one placing a hand over her mouth.

"You know Willow, I don't like other people touching my precious things except me," he proclaimed as he examined Kennedy's face, which were covered in cuts and bruises. "And I especially don't like having to get rid of my most valuable income." he hissed as he put on a pair of black leather gloves.

"Now if you make a sound I'll have Adam here gut that pretty little blonde that you were talking to inside," he gave her a crocked smile knowing full well who the blonde was and what she meant to the redhead. "Do you get me BITCH!"

All Willow could do was shake her head yes as she tried to hold back her tears as images of something bad happening to Tara flashed before her eyes. As the hand around her mouth was removed she didn't make a sound. None probably would have came out even if she want to. When the first punch landed it connected squarely with her eye, realizing that it was the same hit she gave to Kennedy. The next blow connected with her left check bone, splitting the skin wide open and causing blood to gush down.

The two men, Adam was one of them as that was what she remembered Rack calling him, had to grip her arms even tighter due to the blows raining down on her face. She started to sag down in the grips of the two strong men.

"Oh no, no Rosenberg, were just getting started," snickered Rack as he punched her in the stomach for emphasis. "See. what you do to me, I'll pay you back in ten fold." he punched her again in the gut this time making it an uppercut knocking the wind out of her and sending her to her feet. "Oh and Strawberry, never. I mean NEVER, demand something from me," he said while pulling out a small case from his back pocket. He opened it very slowly and kneeled on the concrete ground. He motioned for his two body guards to place the bloody body on the ground, stretched out, then motioned for Kennedy to come over.

"Place the band just above the elbow and cuff her hand into a fist." he shouted orders at her. When she didn't respond right away he grew irate. "God damn it Kennedy I'm not fucking kidding with you. Do it!" he barked at her.

Once the band was tightly secured around her elbow and her hand was made into a tight fist, Rack pulled out a needle from the case he had on the floor. "Hey Strawberry, lets take you up a notch and make you a full on junkie," he said digging the needle into her unmoving battered body at the elbow. As the heroin flowed through her veins Willow struggled to get up and out of the grips of the larger men.

"Hahaha, I'll see you later strawberry," Rack laughed as he walked back into the night club and left Willow convulsing in the back alleyway.