Title: Hollow
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Summary: They shared a moment out of time to realize the truth of their feelings.
They looked, somehow, effulgent, standing there under the pale moon light. He, a vampire who more resembled an angel. She, a slayer who looked like nothing more then scared little girl. They stood there in this moment of truth and tragedy.
His pale hand slid over her heart, "I feel, what you feel, luv. And you're hollow. Hollow, when it comes to me. And..." The sadness of his truth was breaking through the coldness he emulated, her coldness. "Now...I'm hollow when it comes to you." Tears break through his crystal blue eyes. Answering a question for the universe. It seems a dead man can cry after all.
His sharp features contorted agony and eyes blazing with tears and truths. "When I'm near you, Slayer, for the first time in my life. I feel dead."
With glossy eyes and quivering lips she could only say "I'm sorry."
"I know." He breathed out as his hand slid away, making them both feel warm again.
"I know." He repeated with a grim smile so she would understand, that through all the pain and torment of what they were, her apology was honest and accepted.
As he turned away from her sad green eyes, taking long and confident strides into the darkness of night he felt more relieved, more together then being together with the women he could only love from a distance. Because that's his curse. Spike, the poet, the monster, the lover, will walk through time, knowing he can't even pretend to be loved.