Twins: Part I
Alone with the Sunshine
She followed him like a lovesick puppy. Shge served him like a slave.
But she was more to him. She was his Childe.
She was human before he met her, before he changed her--a child of
sunlight supposedly. Now she was dark, his new wicked princess. He loved
her more than he had ever loved Drusilla. Because she was his. Because they
loved and she would never feel the need to leave him.
He'd left Sunnydale after Buffy had died and fallen in love with Faith
once he'd reached LA. Maybe he had a thing for Slayers, maybe not. When
Faith had gone up against a demon she couldn't handle, she'd been on the
edge of death. He'd killed her to save her life.
They'd returned to Sunnydale together to discover Buffy had been resurrected
and old feelings for her had arisen in him. As soon as Buffy flung her arms
around Spike, Faith had silently departed the Hellmouth. It had taken him a
while to get over theloss of her, but eventually he healed by making Buffy
his--body, mind and soul.
Twins, he often called them, his two Slayer childer. As different as night
and day, light and dark. And he loved them both. Buffy was his forbidden
sunshine, Faith his delicious darkness. He pulled a drag off his cigarette
and glanced over the arm of the faded chair to the blond girl still asleep
in the bed. *I ruined her,* he thought, *I wanted to preserve her light,
but I only made her dark. But at least she's mine, and mine alone.*
She stretched and opened one groggy eye. She tilted her head to the side
and stared quizzically at the man in the chair. Her Sire stared blankly into
space, his eyes unfocused as he puffed out cigarette smoke, a habit she
still hated.
"Spike?" she asked as she scrambled over the tussled sheets.
He started then turned to face his undead lover with a tender smile on his
pale lips. *Ha. a year ago i never would have thought Spike could be tender.*
He took her in his arms and reaffirmed his eternal love with a scorching
kiss.
Childe melted into Sire and were interrupted by a knock at the crypt door.
The sound resonated. Spike had moved to another crypt as soon as he returned
to Sunnydale and he still wasn't used to the accoustics of this new one. he
deposited his love in the chair and wrenched open the door.
There stood two people he had thought he would see again.
Alone with the Sunshine
She followed him like a lovesick puppy. Shge served him like a slave.
But she was more to him. She was his Childe.
She was human before he met her, before he changed her--a child of
sunlight supposedly. Now she was dark, his new wicked princess. He loved
her more than he had ever loved Drusilla. Because she was his. Because they
loved and she would never feel the need to leave him.
He'd left Sunnydale after Buffy had died and fallen in love with Faith
once he'd reached LA. Maybe he had a thing for Slayers, maybe not. When
Faith had gone up against a demon she couldn't handle, she'd been on the
edge of death. He'd killed her to save her life.
They'd returned to Sunnydale together to discover Buffy had been resurrected
and old feelings for her had arisen in him. As soon as Buffy flung her arms
around Spike, Faith had silently departed the Hellmouth. It had taken him a
while to get over theloss of her, but eventually he healed by making Buffy
his--body, mind and soul.
Twins, he often called them, his two Slayer childer. As different as night
and day, light and dark. And he loved them both. Buffy was his forbidden
sunshine, Faith his delicious darkness. He pulled a drag off his cigarette
and glanced over the arm of the faded chair to the blond girl still asleep
in the bed. *I ruined her,* he thought, *I wanted to preserve her light,
but I only made her dark. But at least she's mine, and mine alone.*
She stretched and opened one groggy eye. She tilted her head to the side
and stared quizzically at the man in the chair. Her Sire stared blankly into
space, his eyes unfocused as he puffed out cigarette smoke, a habit she
still hated.
"Spike?" she asked as she scrambled over the tussled sheets.
He started then turned to face his undead lover with a tender smile on his
pale lips. *Ha. a year ago i never would have thought Spike could be tender.*
He took her in his arms and reaffirmed his eternal love with a scorching
kiss.
Childe melted into Sire and were interrupted by a knock at the crypt door.
The sound resonated. Spike had moved to another crypt as soon as he returned
to Sunnydale and he still wasn't used to the accoustics of this new one. he
deposited his love in the chair and wrenched open the door.
There stood two people he had thought he would see again.
