TITLE: Untitled
AUTHOR: Sanguinary
COPYRIGHT: Jan. 2/01
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive.
RATING: PG 13 or R
CATEGORY: Horror
SPOILERS: Season 4 and 5
COUPLES/KEYWORDS: S/B
DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Joss and Co.
FEEDBACK: I love it!
SUMMARY: Spike doesn't seem to sleep anymore.
IMPROV: glimmer, fear, silent, ease
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am still unable to think of an appropate title for
this fic. If anyone has any suggestions, send them. If your title
fits, you'll have your name credited for the title. Thanks.
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
~Oscar Wilde
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He never sleeps anymore.
The dreams that haunt him are too hard to face.
They weren't always like this. They were quiet plesent at first.
Dreams of her.
Dreams smelling of vanilla and sunshine. Of lust and hate, entangeled
in a web of love. Sometimes they fought. Sometimes they fucked.
Sometimes they just talked. Some were loud and noisy. Others were
silent.
But now...
He doesn't dream of her.
He dreams of them.
He dreams of pristine white labs. Of steel polished till it gleamed.
The screams and shouts of demons and vampires filled his mind. And the
stink of fear.
Mindless fear mixed with hatred and fury.
No hope exsisted in that place. He had heard children cry for their
parents. And the screams of the dying had echoed thoughout.
The pain was the worse though. Memories that he had blocked out came
back.
The way the soldiers walked with an ease that few preaditors achive.
That fewer human ever do.
No anthesia for the surgery. They had just used a parlizing toxin that
had kept him ridige as a rock.
The glimmer in their eyes as they pulled some poor creature apart.
No compasion.
No one even spared him a glance. Not one.
He understands now how his victums must have felt. The terror and utter
helplessness.
So now, he never sleeps.
Because he knows he'll wake up screaming, trying to escape from a hell
that has been destoyed.
He knows that he might lose it. Might decide to go for a walk in the sun
or maybe drink holy water.
But that isn't what scares him most of all.
He's afraid that he'll go to sleep.
But never wake up.
And stay in that hell.
Forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR: Sanguinary
COPYRIGHT: Jan. 2/01
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive.
RATING: PG 13 or R
CATEGORY: Horror
SPOILERS: Season 4 and 5
COUPLES/KEYWORDS: S/B
DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Joss and Co.
FEEDBACK: I love it!
SUMMARY: Spike doesn't seem to sleep anymore.
IMPROV: glimmer, fear, silent, ease
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am still unable to think of an appropate title for
this fic. If anyone has any suggestions, send them. If your title
fits, you'll have your name credited for the title. Thanks.
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
~Oscar Wilde
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He never sleeps anymore.
The dreams that haunt him are too hard to face.
They weren't always like this. They were quiet plesent at first.
Dreams of her.
Dreams smelling of vanilla and sunshine. Of lust and hate, entangeled
in a web of love. Sometimes they fought. Sometimes they fucked.
Sometimes they just talked. Some were loud and noisy. Others were
silent.
But now...
He doesn't dream of her.
He dreams of them.
He dreams of pristine white labs. Of steel polished till it gleamed.
The screams and shouts of demons and vampires filled his mind. And the
stink of fear.
Mindless fear mixed with hatred and fury.
No hope exsisted in that place. He had heard children cry for their
parents. And the screams of the dying had echoed thoughout.
The pain was the worse though. Memories that he had blocked out came
back.
The way the soldiers walked with an ease that few preaditors achive.
That fewer human ever do.
No anthesia for the surgery. They had just used a parlizing toxin that
had kept him ridige as a rock.
The glimmer in their eyes as they pulled some poor creature apart.
No compasion.
No one even spared him a glance. Not one.
He understands now how his victums must have felt. The terror and utter
helplessness.
So now, he never sleeps.
Because he knows he'll wake up screaming, trying to escape from a hell
that has been destoyed.
He knows that he might lose it. Might decide to go for a walk in the sun
or maybe drink holy water.
But that isn't what scares him most of all.
He's afraid that he'll go to sleep.
But never wake up.
And stay in that hell.
Forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~