My Bloody Big Mouth And Me (1/1)
By: Fallen Darkness
Rating: PG-13 for language
Email: Hemione_Rocks@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Joss and Co. owns the Buffyverse.
Summary: Spike's POV right after 'Grave'.
Timeline: Following 'Grave' the second part of the season 6 finale.
Authors Notes: Wrote this in about five minutes an hour a two after I saw 'Two to Go' and 'Grave'. I will most likely rewrite this later.
Distribution: Send me a link.
Damn!
Me and my big mouth.
Me and my stinking mouth.
'I want you to make me like I was…'
I asked for it. I fucking asked for it.
Like I was. Human. A poet. Souled. That's like I was.
La la la, look at Spike! Look at how blooming, bloody stupid he was! La la la.
Oh, big bad demon! Please make me like I was!
Okay dokie. I'll give you back your soul! That will make you like you were!
Notice I'm not saying 'thank you'.
Damn it! I was bleeding fine! Why'd I go to some mystic demon when I could've driven to L.A. and gotten a doctor to remove it. But no… I had to go get tricked into being re-soul.
What's worse, I'm sitting in the dark brooding like my bloody grandsire!
Christ! Now I'm never gonna be the big bad I was.
That fucking demon was even nice enough to not put in a bleeding loophole as he so nicely told me.
Fucking hell.
Bleeding, bloody, fucking hell.
I asked for it. Damn!
I won't go back to Buffy. She even may be able to love me now, but, I won't go back. If word gets out that I've got a fucking soul, I'd be the laughing stock of the underworld. It took Angelus a hundred years for it to get out.
I should be able to hold out at least that long.
They'll never get the chance to laugh at Spike the way they laughed at William. No, I'll stay away.
Away from them all.
Damn it!
I should've kept my big mouth shut and my ass in Sunnyhell.
Damn it.
