Title: Those beautiful rays of sunshine
Author: Mell
Email: hos_angel@hotmail.com
Summary: A very depressed vampire that has really screwed up. (I suck at summaries!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: I was feeling depressed, and I needed to write it off. I can't really say it helped, but.
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It's the start of something new Something fresh The air itself is trembling
My heart, my soul If I'd had one Screams out you're name
Why are you, you Why are you like you are The questions are gathering
People are looking, staring Wondering how you could ever look at someone like me But then again, you aren't
My mind is playing tricks on me You're hand isn't touching my hand You're eyes aren't searching mine
No way in hell you would ever be with me Even if you wanted to
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The music itself was enough to make anyone mad. And when you mixed it with misery and self-loathing it was even worse. Why had he put it on again? Yeah right. Too make himself remember. To remember every touch, every meeting of eyes, every soft words spoken. It was important to remember.
Why had he agreed to watch those eggs? He should have realized she'd find out. And that she'd be angry and disappointed when she did.
Maybe it was just as good. She would have broken it off eventually, why put it of any longer? He was beneath her, as everyone knows. Just as he'd been with Cecily. Or at least almost the same, for William had been the one foolishly in love with the beautiful woman in the end of the 19th century, not Spike, the slayer of slayers.
But still, it was the same sad eyes that had stared up into another pair of eyes, begging for love, or just a crumb of affection.
The vampire sighed and put his cold face in his just as cold hands. Depression had never worked out well for him, but then again, for whom did it?
A dozen bottles with different liquids and different price-tags had he drained, but the effect of it didn't last very long. The only relief they gave him was the short moments his body shut down and he slept a dreamless sleep. But then again he woke up, being forced to face the reality of his miserable unlife, to take the consequences of his actions. Oh, how much he wanted to turn back the clock, to erase the last three days out of everyone's minds. But of course, it couldn't be that easy.
He shut his eyes, and for a moment he had peace, but then he saw her green eyes, and her soft but still painful words rang in his ears. The peace never stayed for long.
"I might as well end it," he said to himself, before opening the heavy doors to his crypt, and welcomed those beautiful rays of sunshine for the first time in over a century.
The end
A/N: I say it again, I'm VERY depressed right now, and a nice little review would really help. lol
Author: Mell
Email: hos_angel@hotmail.com
Summary: A very depressed vampire that has really screwed up. (I suck at summaries!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: I was feeling depressed, and I needed to write it off. I can't really say it helped, but.
~*~
It's the start of something new Something fresh The air itself is trembling
My heart, my soul If I'd had one Screams out you're name
Why are you, you Why are you like you are The questions are gathering
People are looking, staring Wondering how you could ever look at someone like me But then again, you aren't
My mind is playing tricks on me You're hand isn't touching my hand You're eyes aren't searching mine
No way in hell you would ever be with me Even if you wanted to
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The music itself was enough to make anyone mad. And when you mixed it with misery and self-loathing it was even worse. Why had he put it on again? Yeah right. Too make himself remember. To remember every touch, every meeting of eyes, every soft words spoken. It was important to remember.
Why had he agreed to watch those eggs? He should have realized she'd find out. And that she'd be angry and disappointed when she did.
Maybe it was just as good. She would have broken it off eventually, why put it of any longer? He was beneath her, as everyone knows. Just as he'd been with Cecily. Or at least almost the same, for William had been the one foolishly in love with the beautiful woman in the end of the 19th century, not Spike, the slayer of slayers.
But still, it was the same sad eyes that had stared up into another pair of eyes, begging for love, or just a crumb of affection.
The vampire sighed and put his cold face in his just as cold hands. Depression had never worked out well for him, but then again, for whom did it?
A dozen bottles with different liquids and different price-tags had he drained, but the effect of it didn't last very long. The only relief they gave him was the short moments his body shut down and he slept a dreamless sleep. But then again he woke up, being forced to face the reality of his miserable unlife, to take the consequences of his actions. Oh, how much he wanted to turn back the clock, to erase the last three days out of everyone's minds. But of course, it couldn't be that easy.
He shut his eyes, and for a moment he had peace, but then he saw her green eyes, and her soft but still painful words rang in his ears. The peace never stayed for long.
"I might as well end it," he said to himself, before opening the heavy doors to his crypt, and welcomed those beautiful rays of sunshine for the first time in over a century.
The end
A/N: I say it again, I'm VERY depressed right now, and a nice little review would really help. lol