Title: Thin Line
Author: silverthorned
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, creator.
Category: Drusilla/Spike
Spoiler: Fool for Love
Summary: The night calls me, play with me, leave him be.
I remember the smell. The candle on the table. Dark green plants
around, heat long gone. Perfume of flowers so heavy it made my
head swim. The air full of the cool scent of night. His voice
full of pain.
He's such a pretty boy, with his glorious darkness. He is sharp
angles and hard muscles and fang. He makes my flesh sing, it hums
and quivers and he tastes so good, tart, sweet, so, so good.
He loves me. Only me. Not Angelus, not Darla. He loves me.
Under the dark night's cloak of bright stars. Under the pale
moonlight. He shimmers like it, he does, and dances like
starlight and kisses like a falling star, swifter, deeper.
In the flickering candles' sharp, wicked, hurtful flames. In the
heat of burning embers. His fingers smolder like the fire, soft
and slow, deep and fierce. His eyes like the glow, such lovely
gold. Gold and blue, blue fire.
No tears, now, not ever again. Can't cloud my sweet's eyes like
grey fog. My dashing stranger, so brave, so willing to give.
William, sweet and true.
He makes me sad, sometimes. I see what he can't see. The light
that shines, hunting, seeking its prey.
He can't hide from it.
He takes me, a firm hand behind my head, and the fire dances on my
skin. Creeps and spreads down my front, between my breasts, down
to blossom into aching heat.
He plunders my mouth, sinuous, sensual. All I taste is cold
death, earth with no life, dust and ashes.
His hands are too hard, press too deeply. Am I yours, William?
Do you love me?
-Do you-
I moan as he abrades the skin of my neck, tearing it with his
teeth
-love or-
and gasp when his hands slam me down, hard, bruising me deep
within
-loathe me-
and my head snaps back and I see the stars fall down, a million
shrieking lights, piercing my skin.
A scream builds, a buzz deep in my skull, worming its way
through my brain, but it fails, whimpering with pain. Broken,
crushed, it whispers.
Do you?
He can't hear what speaks within, can't see the way it ends.
Doesn't know what I have to do.
And now he sleeps, and his eyes dream. Where is your heart,
sweet William?
She has hands that drip black blood, and eyes that blaze with
hateful triumph. She's a bright light. Whiter than the wakeful
sun. She hurts my eyes.
The night is peaceful, with noises that calm and soothe. The
darkness is mine. It calls me, come and play.
Leave the boy behind.
Such a pretty boy, but the light twines its tentacles into him,
seeps from his skin. He's too bright for me.
And she laughs.
End.
Author: silverthorned
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, creator.
Category: Drusilla/Spike
Spoiler: Fool for Love
Summary: The night calls me, play with me, leave him be.
I remember the smell. The candle on the table. Dark green plants
around, heat long gone. Perfume of flowers so heavy it made my
head swim. The air full of the cool scent of night. His voice
full of pain.
He's such a pretty boy, with his glorious darkness. He is sharp
angles and hard muscles and fang. He makes my flesh sing, it hums
and quivers and he tastes so good, tart, sweet, so, so good.
He loves me. Only me. Not Angelus, not Darla. He loves me.
Under the dark night's cloak of bright stars. Under the pale
moonlight. He shimmers like it, he does, and dances like
starlight and kisses like a falling star, swifter, deeper.
In the flickering candles' sharp, wicked, hurtful flames. In the
heat of burning embers. His fingers smolder like the fire, soft
and slow, deep and fierce. His eyes like the glow, such lovely
gold. Gold and blue, blue fire.
No tears, now, not ever again. Can't cloud my sweet's eyes like
grey fog. My dashing stranger, so brave, so willing to give.
William, sweet and true.
He makes me sad, sometimes. I see what he can't see. The light
that shines, hunting, seeking its prey.
He can't hide from it.
He takes me, a firm hand behind my head, and the fire dances on my
skin. Creeps and spreads down my front, between my breasts, down
to blossom into aching heat.
He plunders my mouth, sinuous, sensual. All I taste is cold
death, earth with no life, dust and ashes.
His hands are too hard, press too deeply. Am I yours, William?
Do you love me?
-Do you-
I moan as he abrades the skin of my neck, tearing it with his
teeth
-love or-
and gasp when his hands slam me down, hard, bruising me deep
within
-loathe me-
and my head snaps back and I see the stars fall down, a million
shrieking lights, piercing my skin.
A scream builds, a buzz deep in my skull, worming its way
through my brain, but it fails, whimpering with pain. Broken,
crushed, it whispers.
Do you?
He can't hear what speaks within, can't see the way it ends.
Doesn't know what I have to do.
And now he sleeps, and his eyes dream. Where is your heart,
sweet William?
She has hands that drip black blood, and eyes that blaze with
hateful triumph. She's a bright light. Whiter than the wakeful
sun. She hurts my eyes.
The night is peaceful, with noises that calm and soothe. The
darkness is mine. It calls me, come and play.
Leave the boy behind.
Such a pretty boy, but the light twines its tentacles into him,
seeps from his skin. He's too bright for me.
And she laughs.
End.