this is what happens
by eva
He sat there watching the shadows disappear, unmoving and uncaring. His eyes held an steely faraway look as he brought the cigarette to his lips, seeing the increasing light reach for him and at the same moment seeing nothing at all. He was Spike, the vampire who cannot kill and feast on human blood; who on more than one occasion helped a mortal enemy. He was shunned by light and denied by the dark, a weak and foolish creature with no place, no existence. He was a child of evil and death and yet he loved a creature of light and laughter, a creature whom he could touch in so many ways and not feel at all, a creature that held nothing but disgust and hatred for him. He had lost the darkness he once grasped and never felt the light that he yearned for.
Spike exhaled, creating a sigh-like sound that spoke of the tiredness he felt from too many emotional and mental battles and a cloud of smoke that quickly disappeared into the air. He was so deep in thought, he did not notice the sunlight that had eventually caught him. Or maybe he chose not to notice. His hand burned and the sheer agony crashed Spike back to the reality he despised. He cursed and ran into the crypt he called home, holding his injured hand with the other, the cigarette left lying on the ground outside. He collapsed into the sofa and threw his head back, eyes closed, trying to think of something other than the pain that clouded his mind. Eventually, the pain subsided and he leaned forward to inspect the damage that had already begun to heal. His hand was black and scorched almost to the bone, cracked in places to reveal fleshy and bloody welts. Despite the pain he felt, Spike almost felt like falling into the pits of hysteria and laughing until his eyes bled crimson tears. So this is what happens when he tried to touch the sun; this is what happens when he tried to touch light and laughter.
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it's christmas break. i've got time to burn. i'm writing fanfiction. ::smiles:: enjoy.
by eva
He sat there watching the shadows disappear, unmoving and uncaring. His eyes held an steely faraway look as he brought the cigarette to his lips, seeing the increasing light reach for him and at the same moment seeing nothing at all. He was Spike, the vampire who cannot kill and feast on human blood; who on more than one occasion helped a mortal enemy. He was shunned by light and denied by the dark, a weak and foolish creature with no place, no existence. He was a child of evil and death and yet he loved a creature of light and laughter, a creature whom he could touch in so many ways and not feel at all, a creature that held nothing but disgust and hatred for him. He had lost the darkness he once grasped and never felt the light that he yearned for.
Spike exhaled, creating a sigh-like sound that spoke of the tiredness he felt from too many emotional and mental battles and a cloud of smoke that quickly disappeared into the air. He was so deep in thought, he did not notice the sunlight that had eventually caught him. Or maybe he chose not to notice. His hand burned and the sheer agony crashed Spike back to the reality he despised. He cursed and ran into the crypt he called home, holding his injured hand with the other, the cigarette left lying on the ground outside. He collapsed into the sofa and threw his head back, eyes closed, trying to think of something other than the pain that clouded his mind. Eventually, the pain subsided and he leaned forward to inspect the damage that had already begun to heal. His hand was black and scorched almost to the bone, cracked in places to reveal fleshy and bloody welts. Despite the pain he felt, Spike almost felt like falling into the pits of hysteria and laughing until his eyes bled crimson tears. So this is what happens when he tried to touch the sun; this is what happens when he tried to touch light and laughter.
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it's christmas break. i've got time to burn. i'm writing fanfiction. ::smiles:: enjoy.