Screaming Deep Inside You
by Bluestar
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters do not belong to me. Might be fun if they did, but hey, I'm just a fan with a computer and an idea.
Author's Notes: Altariel, you wanted something you actually understood that you could read; well, I hope you find this more understandable than my Star Wars story.
On a more general note, this story is set during the musical episode Once More, With Feeling. I love that ep.
R&R, please!
"Why can't you let me rest in peace!"
As the bitter final words of Spike's song faded, Buffy realised where she was. In a grave. With Spike. On top of Spike.
Her fragile control broke and she scrambled up, every instinct screaming get away, get away, get out of here! The moist earth of Sunnydale's cemetery, devoid now of the mourners - had they ever been real? - thudded under her feet as she ran.
"So . . . you're not staying then?" came Spike's almost plaintive voice from behind her.
No. She could never stay, couldn't he see that? She was the Slayer, he was a vampire. The Slayer always introduced vampires to Mr. Pointy. The result of that meeting was a pile of dust. That was how it should be, all neat and . . . dusty.
Spike's chipped, said her conscious mind.
Soulless vampire! replied her unconscious.
Protected Dawn.
Evil creature!
Loves me.
I don't love him!
On and on she fought a battle with herself as she ran. She didn't care. She couldn't feel.
So . . . why?
"This isn't real . . ."
She knew it was true as she sang it. It could never be real, it could never mean anything. A Slayer destined to die young – who'd already died twice - and an immortal vampire who would be a bloodsucking fiend if he could? It could never be real. She could never love him.
"But I just wanna feel . . ."
And that, too, was true. This world was cold, and harsh, and there was evil here that she had to fight. But she needed to feel again, needed to forget for just a moment about all this. Needed to forget the pain of losing heaven and being forced to fight for a world she no longer cared about. Needed somebody, anybody, to help her forget.
And so, as her lips met those of the vampire who loved her, she ignored the voice screaming deep inside her that this could never be.
Where do we go from here?
Answer: Nowhere.
by Bluestar
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associated characters do not belong to me. Might be fun if they did, but hey, I'm just a fan with a computer and an idea.
Author's Notes: Altariel, you wanted something you actually understood that you could read; well, I hope you find this more understandable than my Star Wars story.
On a more general note, this story is set during the musical episode Once More, With Feeling. I love that ep.
R&R, please!
"Why can't you let me rest in peace!"
As the bitter final words of Spike's song faded, Buffy realised where she was. In a grave. With Spike. On top of Spike.
Her fragile control broke and she scrambled up, every instinct screaming get away, get away, get out of here! The moist earth of Sunnydale's cemetery, devoid now of the mourners - had they ever been real? - thudded under her feet as she ran.
"So . . . you're not staying then?" came Spike's almost plaintive voice from behind her.
No. She could never stay, couldn't he see that? She was the Slayer, he was a vampire. The Slayer always introduced vampires to Mr. Pointy. The result of that meeting was a pile of dust. That was how it should be, all neat and . . . dusty.
Spike's chipped, said her conscious mind.
Soulless vampire! replied her unconscious.
Protected Dawn.
Evil creature!
Loves me.
I don't love him!
On and on she fought a battle with herself as she ran. She didn't care. She couldn't feel.
So . . . why?
"This isn't real . . ."
She knew it was true as she sang it. It could never be real, it could never mean anything. A Slayer destined to die young – who'd already died twice - and an immortal vampire who would be a bloodsucking fiend if he could? It could never be real. She could never love him.
"But I just wanna feel . . ."
And that, too, was true. This world was cold, and harsh, and there was evil here that she had to fight. But she needed to feel again, needed to forget for just a moment about all this. Needed to forget the pain of losing heaven and being forced to fight for a world she no longer cared about. Needed somebody, anybody, to help her forget.
And so, as her lips met those of the vampire who loved her, she ignored the voice screaming deep inside her that this could never be.
Where do we go from here?
Answer: Nowhere.