Queen of the Damned
A shade appeared in the door. Spike turned and when recognizing it he smiled. he gave her the back and while he lit a candle he asked her:
- Have you found him? - he turned and illuminated the woman. High, thin, of long and curly hair, beautiful green eyes, but mainly, a pale skin.
- No, and I have to find him. His life depends on it. In one week He will arrive and we will no longer be able to make anything, anything! - her look changed into a desperation look and Spike got scared.
- Therefore, it is true, He will come. Up to now I had thought that it was joke that wasn't going to happen again.
The woman ignored him. She walked restless for the room and gave the seat of a kick.
- You cannot understand it, truth? You are not able to understand that we need him, only he will be able to stop The Master. Only him! And I cannot find him, I cannot find him.....
She sat down on the table and began to sob. Spike came closer to her and hugged her. The woman lifted the eyes and looked him. In her eyes there was panic, desperation. Spike got scared, he/she had never seen this way it, not even when they were about to kill her, now it was really afraid.
- Spike, you don't understand it, I am not like you, I won't be able to survive, I don't have hope, I am condemned.
Tears of blood ran for their cheeks, and then Spike realized. He had always thought that she was superior, special. Now he realized what she was. Many times he had heard the histories, the legends, the deliriums of the moribund ones, but he always thought that they were, that, legends. A superior species of vampires, that counted the histories, condemned by all the eternity, but with their human soul inside them, what made them the damned ones. With astonishing powers, capacity to fly, forces worthy of the gods (if they existed), so old that they were immune to the Christian powers, of an incredible beauty, and..... with enough power to .... read their mind.
Spike, with the disjointed mouth threw to the woman's of knees feet
- My Queen!
The woman looked to the eyes and put on white still more, her eyes showed terror now also, because she knew what he will request, what he will request her. And she didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to know it, she didn't want to make it.
Suddenly, without reason some, seemed to calm down, although, Spike, when looking in her eyes, could see in their soul that had not calmed down, she had surrendered.
The woman allowed to fall until being of knees in front of Spike her eyes to the height of the eyes of him. They looked at themselves deeply, during some instants, and Spike it could lean out to their soul, and it amazed him, their greatness left him without encouragement.
Slowly Spike brought near its lips to those of her and it touched them, but she stopped him and whispering him with its burning encouragement in the mouth, said him:
- My blood will never be yours, I cannot condemn you.
Spike caressed her the face with the hands, and, while she went away, he whispered:
- Your blood cannot condemn me, but your love if.
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