I'm currently experimenting with different writing styles and techniques, etc to learn more. LIGATF is currently on hold for all this. Sorry. --;
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Thoughts are in italics.
Chapter One:
Creature
"Where did you go?"
His eyes refused her breath so she held it.
"Away."
"Where?"
"Why do you care!" he knew, he knew. But there was a block there. They weren't meant for each other that way. They were opposite ends of a magnet. They could never really touch. Somewhere deep inside them, both denied it, even though she thought she knew, and he was unsure of everything.
"Because!" Crazy dreams drive people to crazy things, she thought.
He felt so childish. "That's not a reason," he said softly as a cynical smirk moved over his lips. When you got down to it, he hadn't really left for any other reason than because. Because that's how it was.
And this is how it is.
"It was reason enough for you!" she shouted back. Spike hadn't realized they were shouting. The cacophony marched in his head, out his ears and eyes as he steadied himself for several seconds, and silence settled down. He refused to be done with her. It didn't feel done. Maybe it won't ever be, he thought grimly.
He wanted to respond negatively, to make Faye's statement false, but really he couldn't, it wasn't. That was what he felt he had to do then, and now he felt differently. He couldn't help that.
"It's my life. I can do whatever I want," he spat quietly, with emphasis on do. He wasn't married to her, she wasn't his mother, she was just…just what he didn't know.
"Yes. You can," she responded. Suddenly she wanted to retrieve the broken pieces of her anger that she had thrown at him. She felt deflated, and worth less. Were all of her emotions in vain? Could she put her heart and mind into an endeavor and come out the victor? Bring someone to see her point? Obviously not. She frowned and her eyebrows mimicked the movement of her lips. "Jackass," she muttered. It didn't matter. She'd make him see. It had to get worse before it could get better.
"Me?" was all he could respond with. It wasn't indignant, just questioning. He wasn't sure why he deserved all of her anger and spite. He knew why she cared, so shouldn't she have been happy to see him? Sure, angry a bit, but not as pissed off as she was.
She's so extreme, He thought he'd never understand.
She breathed in deeply. "Yes," and walked away. I need to sleep on this.
The thought never wandered her mind that he might leave tomorrow and not be around, or that the circumstances and atmosphere would be different. She went to bed with the intention of confronting him again the next evening.
Evenings and nights seemed to be their time. Mornings and days were meant for other things, like napping, eating, lounging, teasing, hunting, semi normal activities. When the sun dipped below the horizon was when the gloves and masks came off. Anger prowled the ship waiting to bite.
Spike watched her go and then went his own way.
Unsaid, was the unconscious agreement to be there tomorrow, to rehash old feelings, and yell about old deeds.
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