Counting Crow Lyric Challenge

[cornerofmadness]

Wow, stop me before I do every song title. This was great (hmm think I need to actually listen to them barring Accidentally in Love which plays every 40 minutes until I want to scream) They're all Pg-13 except for two well marked NC-17 ones. As always, I own nothing. Joss does.

 

Anna Begins (BtVS S3)
She didn’t know where to begin. Anne was still a skin she was fitting into, slithering in as BUffy left it behind. Lily had been a b ad fit; chanterelle even worse. Anne felt different. This skin would work.
Even as she slipped Anne on, she felt different. For once in her short life she had a purpose. She no longer drifted. She felt inspired. She knew what she was going to do. Anne would help others like herself, the throwaway kids. Anne would make a difference. The wait was over. She would begin.

Ghost Train (historical)
She looked up the tracks, pulling her lover to a stop. "We can’t, Spike. Something bad rides the train."
"There’s no train, pet." Spike caressed Dru’s arm.
"A ghost train, filled with vampire dead."
A cold shiver ran up Spike’s spine at the solemnity of her words. Spike captured her arms and hurried her away from the tracks to find prey away from the station.
Neither vampire saw the young girl who had forgone the corset and bustle to dress as a boy. Disappointed, she pocketed her stake and went back to the hunt.

 

Murder of One (BtVS S3)
One murder stood out in Angel’s mind, the one he couldn’t forgive himself for. Yes, he had decades of blood staining his skin. He couldn’t atone for those deaths. They were too far in the past. The murder haunting him now was fresh, the ones left behind still raw and mourning. He had to face them, seek forgiveness in their hearts, set like stone against him. Of all the murders, this one burned bright in his nightmares. Angel sank to his knees in the damp grass, pressing forehead to slick granite. "I’m so sorry, Jenny."

Round Here (BtVS S1)
"Round here things aren’t what they seem," Xander said to the newcomer to Sunnydale High. Xander saw in him a chance to make a friend that wasn’t’ powered by estrogen.
"How so?" John asked, looking like he was taking Xander’s remark as a joke.
Xander tried to explain the best he could, the dangers of Sunnydale, without mentioning vampires, demons and ghosts. John wouldn’t have believed that and he wouldn’t blame him. Xander was thrilled they were hitting it off. John even liked comics.
Three weeks later John was dead, two punctures on his neck.

Time and Time Again (AtS Post-5)
Time and again he fell into the same old patterns. He ran out of relationships. He was a leaver. How ironic was it that ht one he stayed with the longest was Darla. Oh, he had run out on her a time or two before she left him for good. He left Buffy, crushing her for her own good. He was such an ass. He left Kate emotionally. He did the same to Cordelia but leaving was her idea. He just didn’t fight hard enough. He sent away Nine, also for her own good. When would he learn?

A Long December (BtVS S3)
She looked at the sad string of lights around her hotel window. The joy she was hoping to draw from them didn’t come. She hated December as much as she wanted to love it. It was supposed to be a time of family and love. It only served to remind her she had neither. Even the weather in Sunnydale refused to be winter-like. Faith missed the bite of the December winds. The daylight was less and nights longer. That meant more work for her. It was going to be a long, hard month.

Angels of the Silence (BtVS S2)
Angels watched over he, silent, some wearing gowns of moss. Buffy wondered what her stone observers would say if the could talk. Sometimes she wished they’d call out the location of a vampire, just to have someone watching her back. Maybe it was just as well they remained quiet and mournful. They were the one constant in her life, stone angels and the silence of her hunting grounds. She moved through them, shushed, grim. Some nights she wondered if her soul was slowly transforming into a stone angel and she too would be rooted, gazing off into the gathering dark.

Daylight Fading (BtVS S2)
A few moments more and the last lick of sun would be gone. He’d be free to go to her without having to resort to Sunnydale’s underground. She deserved better than to have to deal with him perfumed by the sewers. Still Buffy never complained about it.
The beauty of the sunset that he watched from his carefully selected hiding spot didn’t ameliorate his impatience. Part of him ached to capture the colors but mostly he wanted the greys. This was the hardest part of the day, waiting for the fade to dusk. Angel cursed the slowness of the night.

Walkaways (BtVS S6)
Were all men the same? Buffy thought as she watched Giles’ plane take off. Would she ever meet one that didn’t walk away. Her father was so gone, she no longer knew where to find him. Angel left her standing with the rubble of the school burning down around her. Parker tossed her like used tissue. Riley left her first to betray her with vampire whores then just flew away without looking back. Now Giles was gone, telling her she needed to learn to stand on her own two feet. All she wanted was a man who could stay the course.

High Life NC-17 (Historical)
His body tingled at first then roared to life, filled with a power he could barely contain. The supernatural high could compare to nothing else. Ripper missed it when the demon was gone from him. He sat up from the circle with a roar, his balls heavy, his cock hard as diamonds.
Deirdre was on him, sucking, stroking, thrusting against him. The circle opened as he spilled over with her, burying himself in her. Other hands were on him, anonymous lips caressing him, the touch of nipples brushing his hot flesh. Did life get better than this?

Kid Things (AtS S4)
Angel watched his son’s hands work, sharpening weapons, readying for the Beast. This wasn’t what he wanted. His boy shouldn’t be this old, this hollow inside. Angel had found the tattered, scorched teddy bear he had tucked away when Connor was taken. That’s what he wanted for his son, kid’s things.
Connor should be playing with stuffed toys, still discovering where his toes were. He should be gurgling while Angel read him Golden Books. Some day they were going to play ball together. Instead, Connor had never seen a toy. He skipped straight to weapons. Inside, Angel wept.

Carriage (historical)
The carriage and four rolled down the London streets, hitting cobbles with spine-breaking accuracy. The driver hadn’t even heard Ashcroft die. William’s old ‘friend’ had died too quick for his tastes. William had snapped Ashcroft’s neck trying to give his lover access to a vein. He was still learning to hunt.
"You shouldn’t have ever laughed at my poetry," William hissed to the corpse as Dru undid the buttons to his trousers.
Who knew killing would make him as hard as stone.? William sighed as Dru slid him into her talented mouth. Who knew women did this for men?

Butterfly in Reverse (AtS S5)
His son was a butterfly in reverse. He dropped from the sky, metal wings glistening. He whirled around the room, a thing of beauty in all his ferocity. Connor shone then like a jewel. Angel watched that glory slowly fold in on itself. Fred and Gunn wrapped him up in a chrysalis, trying to incubate him to live in the world.
Time ground Connor down until he was crawling, inching his way along, living by feeling with no sense of his former glory. Finally, Angel himself had shove him into the egg with one slice of his blade to be born again.

 

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