Wrong in All the Right Ways
Show | Pairing | Rating : Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Buffy and Spike | originally T but may rise as the story continues
Summary: Starting from Season 5, Episode 4 'Out of my Mind'. Mainly following the original storyline but focused more on Buffy and Spike, and the scenes we didn't see.
Disclaimer: If I owned Spike then I wouldn't be writing stories about him, would I? Obviously not mine. All characters and some plot line belong to Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation
Chapter: 'Despair'
'Fuck,' Spike cursed as he stormed into his crypt, slamming the door behind him.
'Why can't the stupid bint just leave well enough alone,' he yelled, smashing his hand into his wall. He regretted it as he pulled back and small cuts revealed along his knuckles, but the anger release was worth the pain.
No, she's always there, he thought. The stupid girl wouldn't leave him in peace. She had crawled her way into his head until all he thought about was her; pulling back her hair, biting into her slender neck, drinking her blood, savouring it until she was begging for an end. He cursed his thoughts as a twinge of pain went through his head.
He once swore that nobody would ever control him, after Angelus had paraded through his life, making him a cynic, he told himself that he would never let anybody change him again. That was different since the bloody soldier boys had gotten to him. They controlled everything, his actions, even his thoughts. They were responsible for this, they were the ones that made it impossible for him to get to the Slayer. And to top it all off, history had been repeating itself. Captain Cardboard, the reason for his distress, was playing sodding Romeo and Juliet with her, just like Angelus had.
Not realizing how hot he had become from pacing the room, he ripped the duster from his body and threw it over his crypt, before picking up a half empty bottle of Jack and slamming down into his chair.
'I don't need this,' he spat out. 'I can deal with anger, anger suits me just fine.'
But he couldn't control it now, couldn't release it.
Back in the glory days, he had lived off of anger; anger, blood and sex. As a vampire you didn't need anything else to survive back then. Dru and he trampled through continents, causing havoc and mayhem. He grinned as he remembered the people running from them, trying to hide from them, those were the days, He; desperately in search of slayers so he could once again taste that sweet elixir, sweeter than any other humans.
Things were different now that he couldn't fight the source of his problems. One good go around was all he needed, just one pain- free round with the sodding Slayer and he would prove that he was still the Big bad. Impossible though. He was nothing now, a neutered vampire, the laughing stock of the demon community.
Hours later, the bottle of Jack was gone, the sun had risen, and Spike was still wallowing in his sorrows. 'What's the point of it all?' he asked the empty room. This chip will always be there, taunting him, never allowing him release.
And I was so close to getting it out, he thought. That Doc would've done it eventually; I could have… persuaded him.
Suddenly, the door to his crypt slammed open to reveal the Slayer standing there in the sunlight; carrying her stake and looking like a cold, cruel angel of mercy.
A/N : we all know what's coming next ;) Review if you feel like it.