Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and co. belongs to Joss Whedon, UPN,
Mutant Enemy, etc. I am not making any money out of this. Btw, the song
"Come to Me" is by Ricky Martin from his album: Sound Loaded (Columbia).
A/N: This story maybe a spoiler for the next season. This is my first Buffy
fic, so please be kind! I know, I know this is probably so sappy some
readers are gonna throw up. I watch a lot of the show, but I am still
struggling to capture Spike's mannerism, personality, his ever changing
persona and now that he's got a soul it would be kinda hard. So, enjoy!
"Soulful"
*This is not the way I wanted things to be. I hope some day you'll understand. My heart beats stronger when I know; I'm close to you. It's helped me be a better man. *
A tattered white t-shirt clung to Spike's chest. Deep slashes and cuts all over his alabaster skin, where the various demons had struck their powerful claws. His exhausted mind tried to comprehend all the thoughts racing through his mind.
A soul.
I am a vampire with a soul. Just like peaches. I never thought I would be like him. I bloody hell despises him! He had Buffy and deserted her. And all this time she still cares for and acknowledges is him.
I set off to Africa to regain my former self to exact my revenge. Teach her to mess with me! Hatred filled my whole being.
A stab of pain jolted me.
Shit.
My wounds haven't healed yet. Shouldn't have moved around so much. So tired. I shouldn't be tired. But there's a hundred years of regrets to overcome. Damn.
I just wanted her to realize I could be a better man.
Man.
I am not a man. I am supposed to be a master vampire that every demon out there should fear!
But my love for her stopped that. Besides that stupid chip in my head.
*Why must all of the love come falling. Why don't we just take our chance. I could walk this road again with you my love, oh, oh. *
I did many things to please her that I wouldn't usually do. Hell, I would never do. I even resisted the urge to kill humans to feed before I even got that bloody chip!
*Why can't you come to me. Don't save your love for some elusive dream. Why can't you find your way. I will fall for you no matter where it leads. *
I should keep from getting too close to her. But she is like a drug. I can't get enough of her. There was many times where I could leave Sunnydale for a better place to be. I could've gone to L.A. maybe even go back to London to see what it's like after a hundred years had done to it. My old hunting grounds.
A slight hoarse chuckle rose in my throat. I am delusional. I can never leave Sunnydale.
I couldn't.
*This is not the way we started, you and I. How was it that I lost my way. Two souls can drift apart without a word. Were those the words I did not say. *
Bloody hell! Am I brooding? I have a soul. Now I have qualms to dwell on?
Leaving Buffy. I can't do that. I might as well convince her that I have a soul.
Bugger. She'll think I got a soul like Angel to make her want me back. I am not some whippin' boy at her service!
I sighed. Might as well be getting back to Sunnydale. I wonder what's happening since I've been gone.
*Why must all of the dreams come falling. Why don't we just take this chance. I could walk this road again with you my love, oh, oh. *
FIN
"Soulful"
*This is not the way I wanted things to be. I hope some day you'll understand. My heart beats stronger when I know; I'm close to you. It's helped me be a better man. *
A tattered white t-shirt clung to Spike's chest. Deep slashes and cuts all over his alabaster skin, where the various demons had struck their powerful claws. His exhausted mind tried to comprehend all the thoughts racing through his mind.
A soul.
I am a vampire with a soul. Just like peaches. I never thought I would be like him. I bloody hell despises him! He had Buffy and deserted her. And all this time she still cares for and acknowledges is him.
I set off to Africa to regain my former self to exact my revenge. Teach her to mess with me! Hatred filled my whole being.
A stab of pain jolted me.
Shit.
My wounds haven't healed yet. Shouldn't have moved around so much. So tired. I shouldn't be tired. But there's a hundred years of regrets to overcome. Damn.
I just wanted her to realize I could be a better man.
Man.
I am not a man. I am supposed to be a master vampire that every demon out there should fear!
But my love for her stopped that. Besides that stupid chip in my head.
*Why must all of the love come falling. Why don't we just take our chance. I could walk this road again with you my love, oh, oh. *
I did many things to please her that I wouldn't usually do. Hell, I would never do. I even resisted the urge to kill humans to feed before I even got that bloody chip!
*Why can't you come to me. Don't save your love for some elusive dream. Why can't you find your way. I will fall for you no matter where it leads. *
I should keep from getting too close to her. But she is like a drug. I can't get enough of her. There was many times where I could leave Sunnydale for a better place to be. I could've gone to L.A. maybe even go back to London to see what it's like after a hundred years had done to it. My old hunting grounds.
A slight hoarse chuckle rose in my throat. I am delusional. I can never leave Sunnydale.
I couldn't.
*This is not the way we started, you and I. How was it that I lost my way. Two souls can drift apart without a word. Were those the words I did not say. *
Bloody hell! Am I brooding? I have a soul. Now I have qualms to dwell on?
Leaving Buffy. I can't do that. I might as well convince her that I have a soul.
Bugger. She'll think I got a soul like Angel to make her want me back. I am not some whippin' boy at her service!
I sighed. Might as well be getting back to Sunnydale. I wonder what's happening since I've been gone.
*Why must all of the dreams come falling. Why don't we just take this chance. I could walk this road again with you my love, oh, oh. *
FIN