Title: Loneliness
By: Cayleigh-Chan
Pairing: Spillow
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13ish for now. Might be 'M' later.
Disclaimer: Don't own BTVS, or any of its characters. Only borrowing.
Challenge Summary: Choose one pairing to write all your stories. There has to be the word 'kiss' in every theme, be it metaphorical or not.
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Spikes POV:
Living forever is not as great as its cracked up to be. Especially when living forever really means living alone. I, William The Bloody, learned that the hard way.
Me and Dru, we were together for an eternity. Then she up and left me for a slimy chaos demon. All because I like this world, and Angelus stole 'er marbles. I'm over it. But, what was I suppose to do with the rest of my unlife?
Everything I did centered around my dark goddess. If not for her I'd still be reciting horrid poetry. She made be the big bad I am today. Without her I was nothing, a shell of what I once was. A shell of the monster she loved.
'Said I wasn't evil enough for her. Guess I really wasn't considering I stooped so low as to even attempt a love spell. ( I was drunk at the time, really should have thought that through. )
After going through all the trouble of kidnapping the slayers pretty little witch, the spell didn't even work. Then, I attempted to beat my love into her. ( She enjoys that kind of thing. ) Still, -I was no Angelus-, and never would be.
Same thing happened with Buffy. I'm no Angel. ( I'd stake myself if I were! )
When she was with me, she didn't want an angel, but a chained up demon that had lost his bite.
She used me, we used each other.
No longer. I need something more than that.
Willows POV:
It took a lot of mopping and spells going wrong for me to get over Oz. He needed to work out his problems on his own, without me. He assumed that since I wasn't a werewolf, I wouldn't understand. I guess he was right, because I still don't.
If you really, truly love someone, you don't just walk away. You stick with them through the bad. At least thats my philosophy. So why did Oz leave? I would have helped him through his problems. Though it seems I have problems of my own now.
Of the magic kind.
After Oz I found Tara. I love Tara, and I know she loves me too. She wants me to quit using magic, and I've tried, but the power has a hold of me. I can't let it go. And that is why we are no longer together. She kicked me to the curb.
I am all alone now.
Omniscient View:
Willow stormed through the graveyard, with many of its sleeping occupants unaware below her. She had no idea where she was going, but her feet seemed to carry her along anyway. Vampires be damned, she didn't care.
She didn't know why she was standing in front of Spikes crypt door only moments after entering the graveyard. Or why she knocked. Why was she waiting to be let in? She should have left, but then that door slid open she found herself staring into beautiful blue eyes.
She lost her voice.
"What are you doing here, 'luv?" Spike asked from the door way. He then handed her a half empty bottle of scotch, which the red head took greedily.
"I'm lonely." Willow admitted before swallowing a big gulp of the bitter tasting liquid.
"Join the club, pet."
His lips crashed into her, and placed a hard kiss upon her lips. She did not stop him, and found herself responding in turn.
A vampire and a slayer would never work. Spike had learned that the hard way. But maybe, just maybe, and vampire and a witch might.
End