Ok.... Convoluted is pissing me off a bit, but it's going
steadily. Give me a few more days. Real life has been interfering in the
form of the play I was in this weekend, so I've either been onstage or
sleeping. lol This is compliments of TigerWolf, my muse and beta-er.
Instant Inspiration- Add Tigerwolf, shake vigorously, serve to ff.net.
Goodnight, Sunrise.
He watched her sleep, the tiny nightlight in the room casting a dull glow. Tonight, she didn't toss and turn. Tonight, a peace was on her, and a slight smile graced her elfin features.
Spike dragged off his cigarette, a smile turning up one corner of his mouth. She wasn't afraid of the dark, she just always wanted some part of the light. A miniature sunrise, if you will. The nightlight was her link to the sun while all that went *bump* in the night roamed. He knew that. Understood her need to be safe in her own room. It was partially a reason why he kept this vigil.
But it was also because *she* was *his* nightlight. His link to the sunrise, being stuck in a world of night. She was his ray, his warmth, his gold. She was gold, too. Golden hair, golden skin, golden soul. Tarnished, yeah. But if you rubbed hard enough, long enough, the gold always shone through.
Spike winced slightly, tossing the cigarette down when it burned to his fingers. She was hell on his budget. He burned more cigarette's while he watched her than he smoked. He arched his back, squirming slightly, readjusting to fit his back to the V the tree had pleasantly provided him. He looked at his surroundings, taking careful inventory. The streetlight burned, flickering occasional. No cars down Revello Drive this time of night.
Buffy turned once, settling more comfortably into her blankets. Spike did the same, albeit with a lot less comfort. A chill was settling in the Hellmouth, and it disturbed him.
After watching for a few more hours, knowing every movement she made, his nose twitched, his own private signal that the sun was coming up. The squirrel to the left of him, one branch up sat companionably by him, nut in paw.
"She's pretty, inn'it she?"
The squirrel chattered back amiably.
Spike saw the rays crossing the horizon, and knew it was time to leave. It was always time to leave... But he was never gone. He leaned forward to touch the pane of glass that was her window, whispered quietly, "Goodnight, my Sunrise."
Looking at the squirrel, he ordered staunchly,""Watch her for me, Killer." He moved from the tree with grace and agility borne from years of slinking in the dark, and, under his thick blanket, strolled quickly towards his crypt.
And as Buffy's alarm went off, and she rolled over to smack unceremoniously at it, a bushy tailed chattering squirrel named Killer settled back into the V of a tree, and watched.
End.
Ok.... Here's the drill. Don't own anything. If I did, it would be called the "Spike and Tequila Show... All Smoochies, All the Time." Get me? lol THANK YOU TIGERWOLF!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! She is my long distance dedication, and I will be posting a chapter to Convoluted by Friday, I swear on my badges as a Brownie Scout. (anyone remember THAT stage of Girl Scouts??)
Always.
Tequila Sunrise.
Instant Inspiration- Add Tigerwolf, shake vigorously, serve to ff.net.
Goodnight, Sunrise.
He watched her sleep, the tiny nightlight in the room casting a dull glow. Tonight, she didn't toss and turn. Tonight, a peace was on her, and a slight smile graced her elfin features.
Spike dragged off his cigarette, a smile turning up one corner of his mouth. She wasn't afraid of the dark, she just always wanted some part of the light. A miniature sunrise, if you will. The nightlight was her link to the sun while all that went *bump* in the night roamed. He knew that. Understood her need to be safe in her own room. It was partially a reason why he kept this vigil.
But it was also because *she* was *his* nightlight. His link to the sunrise, being stuck in a world of night. She was his ray, his warmth, his gold. She was gold, too. Golden hair, golden skin, golden soul. Tarnished, yeah. But if you rubbed hard enough, long enough, the gold always shone through.
Spike winced slightly, tossing the cigarette down when it burned to his fingers. She was hell on his budget. He burned more cigarette's while he watched her than he smoked. He arched his back, squirming slightly, readjusting to fit his back to the V the tree had pleasantly provided him. He looked at his surroundings, taking careful inventory. The streetlight burned, flickering occasional. No cars down Revello Drive this time of night.
Buffy turned once, settling more comfortably into her blankets. Spike did the same, albeit with a lot less comfort. A chill was settling in the Hellmouth, and it disturbed him.
After watching for a few more hours, knowing every movement she made, his nose twitched, his own private signal that the sun was coming up. The squirrel to the left of him, one branch up sat companionably by him, nut in paw.
"She's pretty, inn'it she?"
The squirrel chattered back amiably.
Spike saw the rays crossing the horizon, and knew it was time to leave. It was always time to leave... But he was never gone. He leaned forward to touch the pane of glass that was her window, whispered quietly, "Goodnight, my Sunrise."
Looking at the squirrel, he ordered staunchly,""Watch her for me, Killer." He moved from the tree with grace and agility borne from years of slinking in the dark, and, under his thick blanket, strolled quickly towards his crypt.
And as Buffy's alarm went off, and she rolled over to smack unceremoniously at it, a bushy tailed chattering squirrel named Killer settled back into the V of a tree, and watched.
End.
Ok.... Here's the drill. Don't own anything. If I did, it would be called the "Spike and Tequila Show... All Smoochies, All the Time." Get me? lol THANK YOU TIGERWOLF!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! She is my long distance dedication, and I will be posting a chapter to Convoluted by Friday, I swear on my badges as a Brownie Scout. (anyone remember THAT stage of Girl Scouts??)
Always.
Tequila Sunrise.
