Ain't worth it
Disclaimer: Don't bloody own anything or
anyone .
Spike or William the bloody ( Hail ! )
belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant enemy and the folks that let it appear on
the TV. The song lyric's are from the CD 'razorblade romance' from 'Him' .
The plot (or at least the first part)
comes from Goddess of azure waters ( Charming death ), still listed here on
Fanfiction.net under the same name . It's with her kind permission and hers
only , that I was allowed to write this story .
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Ain't worth it - part one
* I guess this is it. *
A grumpy vampire picked up his bag as he took a last look around the dusty
crypt that wasn't even his own . No , it belonged to some dead people in a
couple of tombs . One of them was buried under his bed , as in a matter of a
fact .
There wasn't much of stuff that he wanted to take with him . A couple of his
most precious cd's ( he'd made sure of checking twice or if he had stuffed his
Sid Vicious cd in his bag ) , some newer and cleaner or older and dirtier
examples of the clothes he was wearing right now and some bags of the o so
needed blood . Just in case .
This vampire was leaving Sunnyhell . With the bloody middlefinger up .
He didn't know what had brought him to it anyway , staying here for so long ,
even after the Slayer's dead . Somebody else had achieved - and that was the
friggin' Slayer herself - to kill her , so Spike had no longer anything to do
here . He was no bloody babysitter as well .
And the chip . The bloody chip . He hated the thing . If a caged lion was sad ,
what the hell was his case ?
As Spike walked out of the tomb , realization hit him how quiet this town
actually was . You never heard that many sirens and policecars - strange , if
you imagine how many people must be killed and attacked here in one night's
time - and there were never a lot of humans outside . Or demons . Or vampires .
They had gotten wiser .
There were almost no lights on , most of the people all sound asleep in their
warm beds … Thinking they were so deceptively safe . Not .
Spike dragged his bag onto his bag and walked to the sidewalk . After a moment
of wondering what to do now , he copied a guesture that he had hoped never to
use . He lifted his tumb .
*I can't believe I'm becoming so bloody mortal! *
Keeping an eye on the road , he quickly grabbed a cigarette from one of his
front pockets and lit it . He took a long drag from it and closed his eyes as
he breathed the smoke back out . This worked . Not a single soul on the road ,
not many lights . Perhaps he should begin to travel . Like this . Nice and
moody , with the Sex Pistolds ringing out in his headphones . Cool .
He lifted his thumb once again , just in time . A black car - so obviously remodeled
and repainted - stopped in front of him . The person inside opened up her
window , and Spike saw a girl , perhaps not very much older than Dawn . Scary .
" Where are you heading ? " , she asked him , with a strange look in her eyes that Spike could not identify .
" Anywhere . As long as it's away from here . "
" Hop on in .
"
He barely made it inside , as the car veered away , with a speed that made him
question or if this girl was running away from something . The girl wasn't cute
, but wasn't ugly either . Her long dark hair was tied together with a long
black ribbon , her lips colored black as he'd seen so many Gothics do , and her
face was an unhealthy shade of pale .
" Mind if I smoke ? "
" I'm not a runaway , if that's what you think . " , she replied , with a smile
playing around her lips .
"That's not what I was thinking ."
" Oh ? " The girl pulled a surprised face ." What were you thinking then ? "
" I was wondering or if I could smoke in your car . " , the vampire stated dryly . " And I still haven't gotten a bloody answer . "
" Yeah . " , she shrugged as she concentrated back onto the road . " But open up the window . "
" Sure . "
Spike bent over the open the window and pushed it down . A little cold breeze
entered to car , causing the driver of it to shiver .
" The night is the best time to drive . " The girl started talking , but
Spike wasn't to whom she was talking ; to him or to herself .
" During the day you can't race that good , the sun gets in your eyes and
you're bound to crash . At night…"
She paused to turn the rock music somewhat louder with her right hand . Spike
listened with only a half an ear , as he was concentrating on the road that lay
before him .
"… At night, only the moon lights
the empty road . "
Spike looked at all the
blurred trees and telegraph poles that flew by . Wasn't this girl riding just a
little too fast ?
Suddenly the car flew forward , and Spike fell back in his seat . Okay ,
clearly she wasn't . He dug his cigarettes out of his jacket and lit it with
his precious Zippo . He caught the girl glancing toward him .
" I thought that it was okay ? "
" Can I have one ? I haven't smoked one in what seems like ages . "
" It's a nasty habit . " , Spike remarked as he blew out the smoke straight in her face . She didn't flinch once .
An evil grin unfolded over her face . " I hope to die as soon as I can . "
" That's why you're
driving so fast ? "
The girl didn't answer , but instead of that , she hit some more gas . Hell ,
they must be driving over a hundred and sixty an hour .
" Names would be easy . " Spike looked up to the girl . " Then I don't have to refer to you ' the girl ' when something happens . I'm Spike . "
" I'm Darke . And don't
worry , tonight is way too beautiful to die . Do I still get that cigarette ?
"
A semi-gobsmacked Spike gave her one of his , even lit it for her , and as she
accepted the cigarette , her left hand turned up the radio to it's loudest .
For three seconds they had been driving without someone holding the steering
wheel . Spike frowned . Okay ... this was going to be an interesting drive .
The girl - sorry ,
Darke - cocked her head and sang along with the music . Spike didn't know the
band , and honestly said , this was *not* his kind of music . Maybe something
for Nibblet . Or one of the witches . But not for him .
This world is a cruel place
And we're here only to lose
So before life tears us apart
Let death bless me with you
This girl was nuts ,
talking about death , as she was sick and tired of life already . That simply
couldn't be , she looked way too young to have been through this many horrors
and terrors .
Her voice startled him , raising in a sudden . He'd been *daydreaming * .
" You were in Sunnydale, right? "
"Sunnyhell is more like it."
"Yeah, it must be hard . The Slayer and the Innitiative ... If they only blew the place to tiny smithereens ... "
It took Spike only a
couple of seconds to let her words sink in . How did she know this ? Ah hell
... Spike no longer cared about Sunnydale . It was no longer a problem .
" That's not the only reason . " Spike answered with a rather sad
smile on his face . " There's a lot that you don't know about me .
"
" Hostile 17 . "
The words came out of
her as a sigh and before Spike fully realized what he was doing , he'd vamped
out - more out of fear than out of anger - and now was strangling her . Or at
least attempting to .
The nasty stepmother in his head sent a few hundreds Volts through his head and
he fell down over Darke , pressing her arms down with his body weight , and
cluthed his own hands against his head as he screamed .
Finally getting her senses together , Darke firmly pressed the brakes . The car
stopped with screeching tyres and she roughly pushed the vampire away from her
legs .
Spike blinked twice to find out where he was , and looked straight into Darke's
face .
" How the hell do you know ? " , he spat out , anger showing in his
eyes . This was *not* a happy vampire .
" Hostile 17 ? You're known , Spike . You would be surprised how many
people are looking for you . "
" There's a price on my head ? " Fuck , this was becoming some bad
sci-fi western .
"
Yup . And I'm not after it . Had my share with the Innitiative . Those bastards
. " Darke muttered something incomprehendible before she restarted the car
.
" How can I trust you ? " Spike looked at her , his ears still
ringing from the shock .
" That's the bad thing about me . You can't . "
- To be continued -