Every move you make: I wonder
by Eyes
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take

I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay

I'll be watching you

Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you

Most people live their whole lives completely unaware of what goes on around them at night. However young children are not. They know that the boogie man, the monster in the closet or under the bed are all real. Parents try to tell their children that theses things are not real that the “monsters” are merely a pile of clothes or shadow, but defiantly not a monster. These explanations may serve to calm a child down for the night but it also serves to convince the child that what is real is not.
As a young girl Willow always knew that monsters were real, she could name many different kinds and the ways in which to kill them. Perhaps her favorite were vampires with all their power and mystery.
As a teenager Willow’s curfew was 8 o’clock, and she hated it. Though she knew that it was extremely dangerous to be outside alone at night, she would sneak out to join her friends at the Bronze. What she didn’t know was that he was watching her.
His Willow did the same thing every night. After 8 she’d climb out her window, climb down the terrace near her window, and leave her house, she’d meet her friends around the corner and proceeded to either of two hang out spots: the Bronze or the cemetery ironically near his crypt.
She was a beautiful a rose amongst the thorns. He loved her as much as any undead demon could love.
It was time to be seen by those hear in Sunnydale. He went to the Bronze, he’d dance and flirt, it seemed all the girls thought he was the greatest thing on earth god’s gift to woman. He was tall, with short bleach blonde hair, a great jaw line, high cheekbones, and a great body. But none of the girls he would flirt with could compare to Willow, her natural flame red hair, deep green eyes that penetrated the soul a perfectly toned body she was exquisite in every sense of the word.
Willow began to notice him hanging around the Bronze. He seemed very familiar like someone out of her dreams. But it seemed that no one knew anything about him expect that he was British and called himself William or Spike.
“A Brit aye? Sounds like fun”
“You’re not thinking about doing anything with him are you Will?”
“But of course Buffy he’s British, hot and older then me just the kind of guy my mom hates and I love!”
“Let me get this right you’re doing this just to piss of you mom? Are you crazy? You’re already practically on lock down.”
“But I’m still here right? And he should be fun. So how do I look?”
“Hot as usual why do you ask it always the same answer? Where did you find such a short dress?”
“I know I just like to hear it. I didn’t I cut it shorter it used to be knee length. Now wish me luck.”
“Break a leg”
He could smell her before he saw her, like a bed of roses. The light tap on his shoulder caused the normally controlled vampire shiver.
“Yes?”
“You’re William right?”
“What of it love?”
“Oh I just wanted to know if the rumors were true and if you’d like to dance.”
“What rumors?”
“Oh that there was hot British guy lurking around here but not dancing with any girl.”
“Well maybe the right girl has yet to ask me to dance.”
“Ahh well I do believe that I am the right girl for you so how bout it?”
“Sorry Pet that may be but I never dance with someone unless I know their name.”
“My name is Willow.”
“Nice to meet you love.”
As the couple moved to the dance floor the song changed from “Candy Shop”
To the Police’s Every Move You Make.
“Um hey if you don’t want to dance to this song its cool.”
“Now pet why wouldn’t I? I happen to love this song.”
“It really creeps me out he’s singing about stalking a girl that he ‘loves’”
“No he’s not it’s a song about undying love and how he’ll always be with her.”
“It’s still incredibly creepy.”
“You don’t like the idea of someone loving you so much that they want to spend every moment with you or at least being able to see you?”
“Its one thing to want to do it and another to actually do it.”
“Well love I think I win this argument.”
“Oh and why is that?”
“Cause you’re dancing with me and mouthing the words.”
“Fine I like this song are you happy now?”
“Yes, but the song has ended now, care for another dance?”
“Maybe tomorrow but I have to get home now it’s almost 1 am”
“Well then tomorrow night.”
“Yeah”
As Willow walked home her thoughts kept turning back to the man she had just met. “Who was he and where did he come from? Why did he choose her to dance with? And WHY couldn’t he get her out of her head? His smell of leather and cigarettes, and his face with high cheeks bones blue eyes and bleach blonde hair.
As Willow reached her house, she had decided that tomorrow she would ask around and find out as much as possible about this William. She climbed up to her window and there she a single long stemmed rose and a card
“A beautiful Rose for the beautiful Rosenberg” was all the card had on it.< I wonder who sent this. William perhaps no I was with him all night, and there is no way he could know where I live much less beat me here.>
What Willow didn’t know was her admire was only 50 feet away hiding in the shadows.
“One day my pet you will know who I am, and on that day I shall take you to be my Queen. Until I see you again adieu.”
The next day at school Buffy was all excited about her new boyfriend. “Oh my Gosh Will you have GOT to meet him he’s gorgeous! He is 6’5” medium built totally ripped and freakin’ LOADED.”
“He sounds great Buffy but what is his name?”
“Charlie.”
“You mean Charlie Thetes the son of Richard Thetes the richest man in Sunnydale?”
“No I mean Charlie Thetes the hobo. Yes him! Isn’t he great?”
“Sure I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess? He’s the hottest guy in town!”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
“Oh right that hot British guy, what happened after you left me, I lost track of you of you after that.”
“Well we danced until 1 am, but then I had to get home, but you’ll never guess what I found when I got there.”
“Um Will can you tell me about it later? I uh have to go meet Charlie.”
“Yeah sure, see you at the Bronze tonight?”
“Oh I meant to tell you I have a date with Charlie he’s taking me to Les Monsieur”
“Ohhh lucky! Well I’m still going maybe William will be there again.” Willow was grinning from ear to ear.
“So are your parents home tonight?”
“No they’re off on some lecturing thing for the next two weeks I’m supposed to be staying at Xander’s but, you know his parents will let me stay home, which means I’m out till I WANT to go home, maybe I’ll invite William over!”
“Willow you are so bad! And to think not long ago you still wore fuzzy sweaters!”
“Yuck don’t remind me!”
As Buffy walked away Willow couldn’t help but to smile, she couldn’t wait to get home tonight and get ready to go out. But first she had some shopping to do.


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