Disclaimer: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and everything that comes with it
does not belong to me. Do you know how very painful it is to repeat this,
story after story? It makes denial very difficult.
Timeline: Somewhere in Seasons 3 or 4 . . . put it where you want.
AN: Just a little something that came to mind and wouldn't let itself be forgotten . . . As always, review, review, review!
Wanting the Sun
Drusilla's POV
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I want the sun back.
The sand stretches for miles and miles, going on and on, never stopping, like a glorious song that I could listen to forever and ever. The record going round and round and my little boy spins me, holding me tight and never letting go.
The stars are slowly fading, but I will not mourn their loss tonight. They used to sing such pretty songs, but now they only scream; their shrill voices reminding me that for too many years I've only seen the stars.
I'm as cold as the sand my feet have sunken into. So cold, all cold, only cold.
I want the sun to make me warm: naughty girls are allowed the light, why shouldn't I have it? I tried to be a good girl, tried so very, very hard.
Miss Edith would have told me that I should have tried harder. But Miss Edith is not here: I left her in the sand so that she would not watch her mummy fall.
Long ago I felt this aching cold, sat outside and waited for the sun. Only then it was different, because my Spike found me and pleaded and begged for me to come inside.
But I want to feel the sun, I explained. I don't want to be cold anymore.
I'll be your sun. He told me, I'll be anything you want me to be. Just come inside Dru, come inside before I have to watch you turn to dust.
I let him lead me inside, my little boy who would burn with me if I asked him to.
He showered me in kisses, my brilliant, burning sun who pulled me into him and made me warm again.
But Spike isn't here anymore, my William found his own sun. The little girl with the golden hair was all over him: she was seeping into his skin, dancing circles around him and laughing, always laughing.
And so I ran, running and running through the icy mists and never getting anywhere while the voices laughed and told me I would never be warm again.
My knight doesn't need his princess anymore, and I have no one to keep me warm.
After the fiery bird rolls over the mountains I will never be cold again. I will be dust that mingles with the endless sand, dust that bakes under the hot, hot sun. And when the wind blows I will fly, dancing through the air and singing songs of the earth, sky, warmth, and the boy I once had for my own.
Say goodbye to princess! I yell as the suns orange fingers reach over the slippery sand grasping for a handhold.
Goodbye, goodbye! I yell louder this time, but my yell turns into a laugh as the sun bathes my face in its blissful light.
I will be warm forever, and no one can steal this sun from me.
The End
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Timeline: Somewhere in Seasons 3 or 4 . . . put it where you want.
AN: Just a little something that came to mind and wouldn't let itself be forgotten . . . As always, review, review, review!
Wanting the Sun
Drusilla's POV
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I want the sun back.
The sand stretches for miles and miles, going on and on, never stopping, like a glorious song that I could listen to forever and ever. The record going round and round and my little boy spins me, holding me tight and never letting go.
The stars are slowly fading, but I will not mourn their loss tonight. They used to sing such pretty songs, but now they only scream; their shrill voices reminding me that for too many years I've only seen the stars.
I'm as cold as the sand my feet have sunken into. So cold, all cold, only cold.
I want the sun to make me warm: naughty girls are allowed the light, why shouldn't I have it? I tried to be a good girl, tried so very, very hard.
Miss Edith would have told me that I should have tried harder. But Miss Edith is not here: I left her in the sand so that she would not watch her mummy fall.
Long ago I felt this aching cold, sat outside and waited for the sun. Only then it was different, because my Spike found me and pleaded and begged for me to come inside.
But I want to feel the sun, I explained. I don't want to be cold anymore.
I'll be your sun. He told me, I'll be anything you want me to be. Just come inside Dru, come inside before I have to watch you turn to dust.
I let him lead me inside, my little boy who would burn with me if I asked him to.
He showered me in kisses, my brilliant, burning sun who pulled me into him and made me warm again.
But Spike isn't here anymore, my William found his own sun. The little girl with the golden hair was all over him: she was seeping into his skin, dancing circles around him and laughing, always laughing.
And so I ran, running and running through the icy mists and never getting anywhere while the voices laughed and told me I would never be warm again.
My knight doesn't need his princess anymore, and I have no one to keep me warm.
After the fiery bird rolls over the mountains I will never be cold again. I will be dust that mingles with the endless sand, dust that bakes under the hot, hot sun. And when the wind blows I will fly, dancing through the air and singing songs of the earth, sky, warmth, and the boy I once had for my own.
Say goodbye to princess! I yell as the suns orange fingers reach over the slippery sand grasping for a handhold.
Goodbye, goodbye! I yell louder this time, but my yell turns into a laugh as the sun bathes my face in its blissful light.
I will be warm forever, and no one can steal this sun from me.
The End
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