Title: Five Minutes (to see your life go by.)
Author: Nightbird ( Night Time Spike)
Disclaimer: May Joss have mercy on my soul. He owns them, I just come round
in the dead of night, break his windows and make off with them.
Distribution: SHL, anyone with my fic up otherwise ask.
Couple: S/D.
Rating: PG-15 I guess.
Summary: Death leads to anger, Anger leads to death. And death's dark angels
will dance again.
Notes: 5 minute dark fic. I'm enjoying my last days of freedom for come
Monday I shall be a dead Nightbird. A curse on the house of the person who
came up with exams. See what studying Romeo & Juliet does to me. Bah.
Now I'm going to be quoting it all day.
Dedication: To my evil Siblings. You guys know why. To dark fic and it's
authors.
Feedback: Hit me baby one more time. Flames will mocked and drenched in
sarcasm.
I never intended it to finish this way. We were going to live forever. Blood
would be our calling card, Screams would echo as our music and broken bodies
would be sign posts across the land. Death and destruction would follow us
and over time we would be within them, become them and triumph over the
light.
But it stopped. Our ride though the darkness was interrupted, halted in it's
prime by a simple piece of wood. Our hearts are easily pieced and when they
are, they crumble and the winds of time and space blow us away. A silvery
grey mist which will dance within the wind, swirling and twisting and
melding with the sands of life. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I'll never forget her or her death. The frightened gasp as the point slid
though her pale, moon coloured skin, the last words she whispered as she
crumbled to the earth. And the sickening realisation that this was the end.
I raged. Throwing things, hurting things. Red overtook black as I mourned
for her in the only way I knew how. Pain is a healer but death and darkness
covered me, gave me sanctuary and held me like the mother I once had. They
are my mothers now.
Killing lost all meaning, without her it was nothing. Blood became the enemy
and I shunned it for all it did was bring back memories. Memories of dainty
white limbs, pale and slender bathed in a crimson spray as sharp teeth
ripped into unwilling flesh, spilling the paint for death's artists to leave
their mark.
I'm waiting for the light. It scares me but I need her to complete me and to
find her I must join her. The horizon lights up and I feel the warmth
travelling nearer. As it climbs my body I give in to the sweet caress of the
sunlight. Maybe we won't triumph over the light, maybe it'll triumph over
us. I no longer care. I need her darkness and this is the only way now.
Ashes to Ashes. Dust to dust. What will be has been and what has been will
rise again. For now and for the rest of time. Amen.
Author: Nightbird ( Night Time Spike)
Disclaimer: May Joss have mercy on my soul. He owns them, I just come round
in the dead of night, break his windows and make off with them.
Distribution: SHL, anyone with my fic up otherwise ask.
Couple: S/D.
Rating: PG-15 I guess.
Summary: Death leads to anger, Anger leads to death. And death's dark angels
will dance again.
Notes: 5 minute dark fic. I'm enjoying my last days of freedom for come
Monday I shall be a dead Nightbird. A curse on the house of the person who
came up with exams. See what studying Romeo & Juliet does to me. Bah.
Now I'm going to be quoting it all day.
Dedication: To my evil Siblings. You guys know why. To dark fic and it's
authors.
Feedback: Hit me baby one more time. Flames will mocked and drenched in
sarcasm.
I never intended it to finish this way. We were going to live forever. Blood
would be our calling card, Screams would echo as our music and broken bodies
would be sign posts across the land. Death and destruction would follow us
and over time we would be within them, become them and triumph over the
light.
But it stopped. Our ride though the darkness was interrupted, halted in it's
prime by a simple piece of wood. Our hearts are easily pieced and when they
are, they crumble and the winds of time and space blow us away. A silvery
grey mist which will dance within the wind, swirling and twisting and
melding with the sands of life. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I'll never forget her or her death. The frightened gasp as the point slid
though her pale, moon coloured skin, the last words she whispered as she
crumbled to the earth. And the sickening realisation that this was the end.
I raged. Throwing things, hurting things. Red overtook black as I mourned
for her in the only way I knew how. Pain is a healer but death and darkness
covered me, gave me sanctuary and held me like the mother I once had. They
are my mothers now.
Killing lost all meaning, without her it was nothing. Blood became the enemy
and I shunned it for all it did was bring back memories. Memories of dainty
white limbs, pale and slender bathed in a crimson spray as sharp teeth
ripped into unwilling flesh, spilling the paint for death's artists to leave
their mark.
I'm waiting for the light. It scares me but I need her to complete me and to
find her I must join her. The horizon lights up and I feel the warmth
travelling nearer. As it climbs my body I give in to the sweet caress of the
sunlight. Maybe we won't triumph over the light, maybe it'll triumph over
us. I no longer care. I need her darkness and this is the only way now.
Ashes to Ashes. Dust to dust. What will be has been and what has been will
rise again. For now and for the rest of time. Amen.