Title: Pretenses
Author: Guinan
Summary: A short bit on Spikes thoughts on why a newly returned Buffy comes to see him every night. Set between Afterlife and Life Serial.
Rating G I think. To short to be much more.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss & Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers all the way up through the Musical just to be safe, although I don't really think it's spoilery at all.
Authors notes: I wrote this as a writing assignment for a writers group I belong to. I may have fallen short of the requirements, but I liked what I wrote so here it is. The opening line is directly from the Musical, it is what inspired me to write this.
Feedback: Well like duh yah! LOL Good; bad, or indifferent lemme know. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Pretenses
By: Guinan
The sun sets and she appears. The creaking protest of rusty hinges heralds her arrival; she is so punctual that I could set my bleeding watch by her. If I wore one that is! Vampires don't need to wear a sodding watch; our internal clock is accurate enough. It's part of the curse of being immortal I suppose, not to mention self-preservation. Sometimes it's helpful to know that sunrise is imminent, even before the tinges of pale light appear. It's been one hundred nineteen years, eight months, two weeks and five days since Dru, my dark princess turned me, two years eleven months and two days since she left me. Buffy was gone four months and nine days, and it's been three weeks and four days since she returned to us... I could narrow it down to the hours, but well, you get the point.
Now, where was I?
Right, so since her return we've fallen into this routine you see, she comes under the pretense of asking me to patrol with her. When what she really wants is to be with someone who won't hover solicitously over her shoulder, someone who understands and will just listen. And I await her arrival under the pretense that I need to be asked. As if I'd let her go alone into the nefarious night, fraught with danger, full'a nasties bent on sending her from this world when she's only just returned. Even though it is against my nature you know, being a Vampire an all, but I can't bear let any harm befall her, we'd be lost if she left us again. I couldn't bear it if we, if I lost her again.
If I failed her, again.
'Cept in my heart, I know I will fail her. Eventually she will realize that she doesn't come to me simply to tell me things she can't speak of to the others, because I am safe in my undead silence. That she comes to me because of the things we now share in common, rising from the grave, the aversion to the stark light of day and because I alone know how she feels. What I also know is that the day will come when she'll no longer be able to bear this, she'll want back what was forcibly taken from her. On that day she'll know why she truly comes to me, because I love her and would do anything for her, well almost anything. That is the day she'll come with out any pretenses to make a request, she'll ask me to do the one thing that I once promised her I would gladly do, to have my 'one good day'. The one request that would now break my undead heart, she'll ask of me to send her back to the tranquil rest she was snatched from.
And on that day, I know, I will fail her. Again.
~ Fini ~
Author: Guinan
Summary: A short bit on Spikes thoughts on why a newly returned Buffy comes to see him every night. Set between Afterlife and Life Serial.
Rating G I think. To short to be much more.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss & Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers all the way up through the Musical just to be safe, although I don't really think it's spoilery at all.
Authors notes: I wrote this as a writing assignment for a writers group I belong to. I may have fallen short of the requirements, but I liked what I wrote so here it is. The opening line is directly from the Musical, it is what inspired me to write this.
Feedback: Well like duh yah! LOL Good; bad, or indifferent lemme know. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Pretenses
By: Guinan
The sun sets and she appears. The creaking protest of rusty hinges heralds her arrival; she is so punctual that I could set my bleeding watch by her. If I wore one that is! Vampires don't need to wear a sodding watch; our internal clock is accurate enough. It's part of the curse of being immortal I suppose, not to mention self-preservation. Sometimes it's helpful to know that sunrise is imminent, even before the tinges of pale light appear. It's been one hundred nineteen years, eight months, two weeks and five days since Dru, my dark princess turned me, two years eleven months and two days since she left me. Buffy was gone four months and nine days, and it's been three weeks and four days since she returned to us... I could narrow it down to the hours, but well, you get the point.
Now, where was I?
Right, so since her return we've fallen into this routine you see, she comes under the pretense of asking me to patrol with her. When what she really wants is to be with someone who won't hover solicitously over her shoulder, someone who understands and will just listen. And I await her arrival under the pretense that I need to be asked. As if I'd let her go alone into the nefarious night, fraught with danger, full'a nasties bent on sending her from this world when she's only just returned. Even though it is against my nature you know, being a Vampire an all, but I can't bear let any harm befall her, we'd be lost if she left us again. I couldn't bear it if we, if I lost her again.
If I failed her, again.
'Cept in my heart, I know I will fail her. Eventually she will realize that she doesn't come to me simply to tell me things she can't speak of to the others, because I am safe in my undead silence. That she comes to me because of the things we now share in common, rising from the grave, the aversion to the stark light of day and because I alone know how she feels. What I also know is that the day will come when she'll no longer be able to bear this, she'll want back what was forcibly taken from her. On that day she'll know why she truly comes to me, because I love her and would do anything for her, well almost anything. That is the day she'll come with out any pretenses to make a request, she'll ask me to do the one thing that I once promised her I would gladly do, to have my 'one good day'. The one request that would now break my undead heart, she'll ask of me to send her back to the tranquil rest she was snatched from.
And on that day, I know, I will fail her. Again.
~ Fini ~