Waiting for Spring,
By Shikome Kido Mi
A Vicious P.O.V.
Set during the end of the Real Folk Blues Part I and the beginning of Part II
Cold. I am so very cold. It doesn't matter what temperature the air is,
I carry the cold with me wherever I go. All the warmth in my life was long ago.
Now, even the memories of those times are tainted with betrayal. I have finally
ascended to the bloody throne I coveted for so long, but it's only cold comfort.
My fires burnt out long ago and my dreams are only ashes. There is only one time
I can really feel anything and that's when I face him. Spike should be here soon.
I'm waiting for him. Only I can save him. Only I can kill him. Only he can save
me. Only he can kill me. So, I wait for him here. We shall save each other and
we shall kill each other. Salvation in destruction. Let him come and maybe I can
finally be warm again.
Author's notes: Well, not really a lot to say. The spoilers, if any, are minor.
This is just an impression I got of Vicious. A bit angstier than I may have meant.
I think this is the first piece of fanfiction I ever finished after starting out to
write. I think I should celebrate. I mean, sure it's ridiculously tiny, but it
actually got finished. And it's longer than my tiny poems, any way. The title's a
bit odd, but somehow seems fitting, in a blackly ironic way. Of course, that's the
best way, ne? Of course, now that I look at the thing, I'm immediately dissatisfied,
as I doubt Vicious is quite so whiny, but I'll post it anyway.
By Shikome Kido Mi
A Vicious P.O.V.
Set during the end of the Real Folk Blues Part I and the beginning of Part II
Cold. I am so very cold. It doesn't matter what temperature the air is,
I carry the cold with me wherever I go. All the warmth in my life was long ago.
Now, even the memories of those times are tainted with betrayal. I have finally
ascended to the bloody throne I coveted for so long, but it's only cold comfort.
My fires burnt out long ago and my dreams are only ashes. There is only one time
I can really feel anything and that's when I face him. Spike should be here soon.
I'm waiting for him. Only I can save him. Only I can kill him. Only he can save
me. Only he can kill me. So, I wait for him here. We shall save each other and
we shall kill each other. Salvation in destruction. Let him come and maybe I can
finally be warm again.
Author's notes: Well, not really a lot to say. The spoilers, if any, are minor.
This is just an impression I got of Vicious. A bit angstier than I may have meant.
I think this is the first piece of fanfiction I ever finished after starting out to
write. I think I should celebrate. I mean, sure it's ridiculously tiny, but it
actually got finished. And it's longer than my tiny poems, any way. The title's a
bit odd, but somehow seems fitting, in a blackly ironic way. Of course, that's the
best way, ne? Of course, now that I look at the thing, I'm immediately dissatisfied,
as I doubt Vicious is quite so whiny, but I'll post it anyway.