Dreams of the Past
(Authors Note: In this story, Cecily does not exist. Instead Sora is the girl that Spike was in love with as a human. I did not steal the idea for this story from BTVS but actually thought of it up on my own. Then I found out that something similar does exist. But Oh well. My version is better. *g* Enjoy my story)
Spike walked through the dimly lit streets of Chicago. It was late in the night and he was competing to be the King of the Brood. Drusilla had just left him for a bloody fungus demon. Spike flicked his cigarette into a puddle and watched as it hissed, the burning butt fading into ash. That's when he heard it. The soft music of a flute coming from a open window on the top floor of the apartment building just across the street from where he sat in the dark alley. Listening to the enchanting music, his mind drifted back to the days where Drusilla was his and the massacres they had created. A single tear slid down his cheek as the music stopped and the light flicked off. Lighting up another cigarette, he headed down the street, needing to feed before the sun came back up.
Sora placed her flute in the case before storing it on the top shelf of her closet. She knew someone was listening to her as she played. She had no clue who he was but she could sense him. He felt familiar to her but it was impossible since she did not know many people in this area of town. Most of her friends lived on the south side. Sora had moved to the small apartment a few months ago because of the fact that her mother was in the hospital. She was dieing. Pushing the depressing thoughts out of her head, Sora climbed into her soft bed, burying herself beneath the covers.
In her sleep, she had the same dream over and over. She had this dream for about a year now. It was set somewhere in the late 1800's or early 1900's. Sora couldn't tell. She could see herself dressed in fancy dresses always gossiping with other ladies her age. But as she watched she could always see some man in the corner of these parties watching her. But never could she make out his face. Then she would wake up, always frustrated.
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Spike lit up a cigarette as he sat at his usual spot, deep within the dark shadows of the alley. He had been coming there every night for almost three weeks now. Even if he didn't intend to go, he would always find himself there listening to her play. How he knew it was a female that was playing, he couldn't tell. But he knew. Deep within the empty part of him that used to contain a soul, he knew. He envisioned her as a goddess. The goddess of music. A songbird. Shaking his head at himself, he waited for her to begin playing. But no music came. Stepping over to the entrance of the alley, he stared up at the darkened room hoping to sense that she was in there.
"You know, some people would consider that stalking." A soft voice said. Turning to the right, his game face slipped into place. His demonic eyes locked with the soft blue ones of whom he called his songbird. She stood only a few feet from him, a paper bag filled with groceries in her arm. He let his human features come back. She wasn't afraid of him. She just studied his face and unnoticeably wet her lips. Spike studied her also. Her shoulder length brown hair gave off a reddish gleam under the yellow streetlight. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her feet clad in sandals.
"You play beautifully." He finally said. She didn't reply but walked across the street to the front door of her building. Turning back to look at him once more.
"What's your name?"
"Spike."
"Well goodnight, Spike." She entered the building and climbed the giant staircase to her home. Spike stood and watched her go, wondering if she would still play for him. She knew he was there the whole time! So was she playing just for him? Or was there more to her? His songbird seemed so familiar to him but he shrugged and he settled back into the shadows. After a few minutes, the light flickered on and then the music started playing. He once again let himself get lost into the sweet melody, his thoughts a combination of his Dark Goddess and his Songbird.
Sora sat on the top step of the fire escape just outside of her apartment window. The moon gleamed on her face making the tears shine like stars as they slid gently down her face. There would be no music that night. Sora's heart was lost and her pain was great. Spike watched her from the shadows. His emotions unreadable on his face. Finally, with vampiric speed, he swiftly climbed the fire escape and approached the girl. She looked up at him as another tear dropped from her eye.
"What's wrong, pet?" Spike whispered softly sitting on the step below her, making his face even with hers. A sob escaped her throat as she buried her head in her hands. He noticed her attire. A long black skirt and a black velvet top.
"She's dead." Sora mumbled between sobs.
"Who's dead, luv?" Spike whispered taking his Songbird into his arms.
"My mother." Sora said as she cried into his shoulder. Spike didn't reply but buried his face into her hair. She smelled of vanilla and it filled his senses as he held her. Soon her sobs ceased to shaky breaths. Sora pulled away from him and her red, swollen eyes met his ice blue ones.
"Thank you, Spike." She said in a soft voice.
"Anytime, my Songbird." Spike said giving her a soft smile. Sora was about to ask him about the nickname when the sky opened and sheets of rain poured from the sky.
"You better get inside, pet. Or you'll get sick." Spike said. She raised her face to the sky, letting the drops of rain mix with the salt of her tears. Finally she went and opened the window.
"You may come in, Spike." Sora said after she climbed through. Spike glanced at his watch and saw that he had awhile before the sun would rise and accepted the invitation inside. They faced each other, standing in the middle of Sora's bedroom. A smile twitched at the corner of Spike's mouth. Then they both started laughing.
"Pet, you're soaked." Spike said his eyes twinkling at the drenched girl standing only a few feet in front of him.
"You should look at yourself." Sora said shaking her head.
"Why don't you change into something dry?" He suggested.
"Okay…but what about you? I don't think I have anything that would fit you." Sora said biting her lip as she mentally pictured all the clothes that she had.
"It's okay luv, it's mostly my duster that's wet." He said taking off the drenched coat and hanging it over a chair. Sora nodded and pulled some clothes out of a drawer and headed down the hall to the bathroom to change. Spike glanced around the room. It was pretty basic. A bed with a white comforter that had a red and pink rose pattern. A dresser with a large mirror hanging over it and a desk with a computer resting on top. A music stand was standing in the corner of the room next to the bed. The room seemed to suit her perfectly. Simplicity at its finest. He cracked open the window as he lit up a cigarette. The rain was starting to slow down a bit. Turning back around, he saw that Sora had entered back into the room. She had put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Her hair hung around her shoulder in wet clumps. She walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling a pillow to her chest. Sora looked so innocent sitting there, watching as Spike finished off his cigarette.
Tossing the butt out the window. Spike went and joined Sora on the bed. Leaning against the headboard, he studied her face. Her eyes glistened with pain and were still slightly red due to the tears from earlier.
"What's your name?" Spike asked breaking the long silence.
"Sora."
"That rain's starting to slow."
"Oh, is it?" Sora said casually not really caring. "Why did you call me Songbird before?"
"It's my pet name for you." Spike said softly. Sora felt a slight blush appear on her cheeks.
"The funeral was today. She knew she was dieing. She even told me. But I denied it. But she was in so much pain. I felt so helpless as I watched her slip away. I don't know what to do now. My friend, Cynthia, wants me to move in with her. But I think I need a new start somewhere." Sora said.
"You don't have to decide anything now. Just give it time, luv. You'll figure it out." Spike reaching out and gently stroking her head. Sora curled up against him as he held her until she drifted off to sleep. Spike studied her face as she unconsciously rubbed her chin against his chest as she slept. Why did she seem so familiar to him? It gnawed at his conscience every time he was with her or even thought of her. It was as if he met her before. Glancing at the clock, he saw that the sun would be coming up soon. Spike slowly crawled out of bed, trying not to wake his Songbird, and with his damp duster in his arm he headed back out into what was now a light drizzle.
::::Dreaming::::
Sora sat on the bench in the garden of her large mansion. Her hair was pinned up in large ringlets. In her hands she held a bit a parchment that was recently delivered to her. She knew what it was. William's latest poem written just for her. Just then laughing voices drifted down the path from the main house, heading her way. Trying to conceal the letter in the folds of her dress, Sora's so-called friends, Margaret and Fiona, walked towards her.
"Sora, dear. What are you doing out here all alone? Your father told us to come and check on you." Margaret said, both of the girls joining her on the bench.
"I just wanted to think." Sora said.
"Well, you'll never guess what we heard today!" Fiona gushed out. Before Sora could even respond. "Fredrick has decided that he wants to ask your father for permission to marry you. Isn't that just wonderful! Clara is just green with envy!"
"Why would Clara be jealous?" Sora asked humoring the gossip. She could feel the letter start slipping away from her fingers.
"You must know that she has had her eye on Fredrick for awhile now. But she could never compare to you! I swear, Sora, you could not have noticed that all the fellows have their eye on you!" Margaret said. Before Sora could even reply the letter dropped to the floor. Fiona snatched it up in her gloved fingers before Sora could even react.
"What's this?" Fiona asked carefully breaking the wax seal.
"Fiona, give it back!" Sora said reaching for the letter. Fiona held it away and leapt to her feet as she read.
"'My Songbird. Here is another poem. Maybe now you will be mine. Your, William.' No, Sora! Not William!" Fiona cried.
"Fiona stop. He sends me them. It's sweet." Sora said.
"Sora, you can't possibly say you love William. I mean he's handsome and all but he's no Fredrick." Margaret said.
"I never said that I love him." Sora claimed but on the inside her emotions churned with confusion at her feelings.
::::end dream:::
Sora woke up startled. This was the clearest her dreams have become in awhile. Maybe the spell that she had tried out a few days ago was beginning to work, Sora wondered. She had wanted to make sense of the dreams that she had been having, thinking that they may have been memories from a past life. Unknown to her, the spell she did combined her old soul with the new reincarnated one that she had. Thus, making her memories clearer to her.
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Spike knocked loudly on the apartment door. The sun had set about an hour ago and he headed over to Sora's to see if she was okay and if she wanted some company. The door opened.
"Hello Spike."
"I brought a movie and popcorn. Want some company?" Spike said indicating to the bag that he held in his hand. Smiling, Sora held the door wider.
"Come on in." Spike stepped into the living room of Sora's apartment. Looking around, he noticed that the décor in the living room suited her just like the décor in her bedroom. He placed the bag on the couch as she shrugged the duster off and tossed it on the back of the couch.
"I rented American Pie. I thought you could use a laugh since you were really upset before." Spike said pulling the tape out of the bag along with the unpopped bag of popcorn and tossing it to the girl that was slowly taking Drusilla's place in his heart.
"Sounds great." Sora said heading into the kitchen to stick the popcorn in the microwave. God bless the person who created the little button to push to automatically put the time in for popcorn. Meanwhile, Spike knelt in front of the TV, putting the tape into the VCR and turning on all the proper electronic devices. Sora leaned against the kitchen doorway watching him. She still couldn't believe that she trusted this vampire, whom she didn't even know! Hoping that she didn't end up killed one day she headed back into the kitchen just as the microwave beeped, the room filled with buttery goodness.
Spike had felt her eyes on him and he fought the urge to grab her and kiss her. He knew she was foolish to trust him but he knew he could never hurt her. The smell of popcorn drifted from the kitchen and Spike finished setting up the tele just when Sora came back in the room with a giant bowl of popcorn.
"All ready?" Sora asked plopping on the couch putting the bowl next to her. Spike grabbed the remote and sat next to her on the other side of the bowl.
"Yup." Spike said and hit play on the remote.
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The next morning, Sora stretched her hand coming in contact with a cold and hard surface. Opening her eyes, she saw Spike asleep on the couch next to her.
"What time is it?" Sora mumbled and stood up. She noticed that the blinds were closed. Good thing too or Spike would have been dust as soon as dawn came. Picking up the empty popcorn bowl, she went into the kitchen to clean the dirty dishes left from the day before. As she finished drying the last of the few dishes, she felt him come into the room.
"Morning, pet." Spike mumbled.
"Morning, Spike." Sora said drying her hands on the towel.
"What time is it?" Spike asked sitting down at the small table.
"Almost two." Sora said turning around and facing him. Her eyes caught his and they stood there caught in each other's gazes. Neither able to move. Spike, no longer able to resist temptation stood quickly and walked over to where she stood. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Soon Sora broke it off due to her need to breath.
"Spike, no. I can't." she said softly. Spike gently caressed her cheek.
"Do what, Songbird? This?" He reached down and started kissed her neck.
"Please. Don't." Sora said as her breath caught in her throat. She wanted this but for some reason she wouldn't let herself have him. Spike stepped away from her.
"I see." He said coldly. He didn't think the chit wanted him. But he wanted her. Hell, he hadn't even thought about Drusilla for a full day now.
"Spike. No stop. I didn't…."
"Didn't what, Sora? Mean to make me fall in bloody love with you?" Spike said as he strolled out of the kitchen. Sora stopped, her eyes going wide. He loved her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't even know what she felt. She felt something but she didn't know if it was love. Following him back into the living room, she saw him putting his duster on.
"What are you doing?" Sora asked, concern appearing on her face.
"What does it look like I'm bloody doing? I'm leaving before I do something I regret. Like force myself on you. Or bleeding drain you." Spike said opening the door.
"Spike, it's daylight. You'll be dust." Sora said moving to stop him.
"Why would you care?" Spike said harshly. Pain filled her eyes. Spike felt himself wanting to apologize to her. "It's called sewers. They come in handy during the day for us evil creatures of the night to get around." And with that Spike left, closing the door behind him.
Sora stood there for a moment, not knowing weither to go after him or to cry. She settled for the latter, knowing full well that he was gone. Collapsing in the middle of the floor, her body shook in sobs. Soon she fell asleep, curled up in a little ball. That's when the dream started again.
:::::Dream:::::
Sora sat at a large vanity set brushing her hair as the cool night breeze flowed in from the open window.
"You love him don't you?" a handsome brown haired man said from his place lounging on her bed.
"Love who?" Sora asked not turning from her seat.
"William." The man stated.
"That's absurd. I'm betrothed to Fredrick." Sora said with a little laugh in her voice. The man got up and quickly appeared behind Sora. He leaned and whispered in her ear, brushing the hair away from her face.
"Let's not get started on that subject now, darling. You being betrothed to Fredrick is a laugh." Sora didn't reply but watched in the mirror, where this man's reflection should be but was not due to the vampire that he was.
"My sister should not marry Fredrick. He is evil and will hurt her." A childlike voice said from the seat by the window.
"Drusilla, Fredrick loves me. He will never hurt me." Sora said looking over at the other vampire who considered this human to be her sister.
"I have watched him Sora. He is not someone I would choose for you. He only loves you as a possession and will destroy you." Angelus said.
"I don't need this from either of you two!" Sora said standing up, whirling around to face him. "This is my decision, not bloody yours!"
"Well, darling, if you love Fredrick so much, why do you keep Williams poems hidden in that hat box in your closet?" Angelus said haughtily.
"Just go away." Sora said quietly flopping down on the bed.
"Sister, please don't be mad. Daddy and I just care about you. Daddy wants to make you my true sister but I won't let him." Drusilla said stroking the girl's head. Sora looked at her.
"Why not? You know I want to be like you. Want to be with both of you. Please, Drusilla. Let me be your sister." Sora cried into the vampire's lap.
"The stars told me not to. They say that you must stay human but we will see each other again." Drusilla said.
:::end dream:::
Sora awoke confused at her dream. Shaking it off, her mind drifted back to Spike. Looking around Sora realized that she wanted to get away. Away from Chicago, the memories, and her feelings for the vampire. She pulled out the luggage in her closet and started throwing things into the bag.
Spike held the bouquet of roses in his hand as he walked up the steps to Sora's apartment. He felt bad about being so rude earlier that day and hoped to make it up to her by taking her out to dinner. Knocking on her door, he waited for an answer. But there was none. He tried the knob, not having a good feeling. It was unlocked and he stepped into the now empty apartment.
"Sora?" he called out as despair filled his dead heart.
"She's gone." A soft voice said from the doorway. He turned and saw an older lady standing there.
"What do you mean she's bloody gone? She was here this afternoon!"
"She left before sunset. Told me you would probably come. Sora left you this." She handed him a plain white envelope. Spike stared at it, holding it in his hand. The lady studied his face, worried creases crossing her forehead. Shrugging, she went back to her own apartment, next door.
Spike studied the bubbly letters that spelled his name. He didn't want to read it, knowing what it said. She had left him. Just like Drusilla. They all left him. Letting the roses drop to the floor, he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Spike~
I never meant for you to fall in love with me. I never meant for nay of this. I don't even know how I feel. As you can see, I left. I don't know where I'm going. Somewhere where I can start over. A new life. A fresh beginning. No more mistakes. I will never forget you.
Your Songbird
Spike let one tear fall from his eyes. He promised himself that he wouldn't think of her. He would forget these last few months. He would forget her music. Heading back out into the warm night, he decided to go back to Sunnydale. And then get his life back into shape.
(Authors Note: In this story, Cecily does not exist. Instead Sora is the girl that Spike was in love with as a human. I did not steal the idea for this story from BTVS but actually thought of it up on my own. Then I found out that something similar does exist. But Oh well. My version is better. *g* Enjoy my story)
Spike walked through the dimly lit streets of Chicago. It was late in the night and he was competing to be the King of the Brood. Drusilla had just left him for a bloody fungus demon. Spike flicked his cigarette into a puddle and watched as it hissed, the burning butt fading into ash. That's when he heard it. The soft music of a flute coming from a open window on the top floor of the apartment building just across the street from where he sat in the dark alley. Listening to the enchanting music, his mind drifted back to the days where Drusilla was his and the massacres they had created. A single tear slid down his cheek as the music stopped and the light flicked off. Lighting up another cigarette, he headed down the street, needing to feed before the sun came back up.
Sora placed her flute in the case before storing it on the top shelf of her closet. She knew someone was listening to her as she played. She had no clue who he was but she could sense him. He felt familiar to her but it was impossible since she did not know many people in this area of town. Most of her friends lived on the south side. Sora had moved to the small apartment a few months ago because of the fact that her mother was in the hospital. She was dieing. Pushing the depressing thoughts out of her head, Sora climbed into her soft bed, burying herself beneath the covers.
In her sleep, she had the same dream over and over. She had this dream for about a year now. It was set somewhere in the late 1800's or early 1900's. Sora couldn't tell. She could see herself dressed in fancy dresses always gossiping with other ladies her age. But as she watched she could always see some man in the corner of these parties watching her. But never could she make out his face. Then she would wake up, always frustrated.
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Spike lit up a cigarette as he sat at his usual spot, deep within the dark shadows of the alley. He had been coming there every night for almost three weeks now. Even if he didn't intend to go, he would always find himself there listening to her play. How he knew it was a female that was playing, he couldn't tell. But he knew. Deep within the empty part of him that used to contain a soul, he knew. He envisioned her as a goddess. The goddess of music. A songbird. Shaking his head at himself, he waited for her to begin playing. But no music came. Stepping over to the entrance of the alley, he stared up at the darkened room hoping to sense that she was in there.
"You know, some people would consider that stalking." A soft voice said. Turning to the right, his game face slipped into place. His demonic eyes locked with the soft blue ones of whom he called his songbird. She stood only a few feet from him, a paper bag filled with groceries in her arm. He let his human features come back. She wasn't afraid of him. She just studied his face and unnoticeably wet her lips. Spike studied her also. Her shoulder length brown hair gave off a reddish gleam under the yellow streetlight. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her feet clad in sandals.
"You play beautifully." He finally said. She didn't reply but walked across the street to the front door of her building. Turning back to look at him once more.
"What's your name?"
"Spike."
"Well goodnight, Spike." She entered the building and climbed the giant staircase to her home. Spike stood and watched her go, wondering if she would still play for him. She knew he was there the whole time! So was she playing just for him? Or was there more to her? His songbird seemed so familiar to him but he shrugged and he settled back into the shadows. After a few minutes, the light flickered on and then the music started playing. He once again let himself get lost into the sweet melody, his thoughts a combination of his Dark Goddess and his Songbird.
Sora sat on the top step of the fire escape just outside of her apartment window. The moon gleamed on her face making the tears shine like stars as they slid gently down her face. There would be no music that night. Sora's heart was lost and her pain was great. Spike watched her from the shadows. His emotions unreadable on his face. Finally, with vampiric speed, he swiftly climbed the fire escape and approached the girl. She looked up at him as another tear dropped from her eye.
"What's wrong, pet?" Spike whispered softly sitting on the step below her, making his face even with hers. A sob escaped her throat as she buried her head in her hands. He noticed her attire. A long black skirt and a black velvet top.
"She's dead." Sora mumbled between sobs.
"Who's dead, luv?" Spike whispered taking his Songbird into his arms.
"My mother." Sora said as she cried into his shoulder. Spike didn't reply but buried his face into her hair. She smelled of vanilla and it filled his senses as he held her. Soon her sobs ceased to shaky breaths. Sora pulled away from him and her red, swollen eyes met his ice blue ones.
"Thank you, Spike." She said in a soft voice.
"Anytime, my Songbird." Spike said giving her a soft smile. Sora was about to ask him about the nickname when the sky opened and sheets of rain poured from the sky.
"You better get inside, pet. Or you'll get sick." Spike said. She raised her face to the sky, letting the drops of rain mix with the salt of her tears. Finally she went and opened the window.
"You may come in, Spike." Sora said after she climbed through. Spike glanced at his watch and saw that he had awhile before the sun would rise and accepted the invitation inside. They faced each other, standing in the middle of Sora's bedroom. A smile twitched at the corner of Spike's mouth. Then they both started laughing.
"Pet, you're soaked." Spike said his eyes twinkling at the drenched girl standing only a few feet in front of him.
"You should look at yourself." Sora said shaking her head.
"Why don't you change into something dry?" He suggested.
"Okay…but what about you? I don't think I have anything that would fit you." Sora said biting her lip as she mentally pictured all the clothes that she had.
"It's okay luv, it's mostly my duster that's wet." He said taking off the drenched coat and hanging it over a chair. Sora nodded and pulled some clothes out of a drawer and headed down the hall to the bathroom to change. Spike glanced around the room. It was pretty basic. A bed with a white comforter that had a red and pink rose pattern. A dresser with a large mirror hanging over it and a desk with a computer resting on top. A music stand was standing in the corner of the room next to the bed. The room seemed to suit her perfectly. Simplicity at its finest. He cracked open the window as he lit up a cigarette. The rain was starting to slow down a bit. Turning back around, he saw that Sora had entered back into the room. She had put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Her hair hung around her shoulder in wet clumps. She walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling a pillow to her chest. Sora looked so innocent sitting there, watching as Spike finished off his cigarette.
Tossing the butt out the window. Spike went and joined Sora on the bed. Leaning against the headboard, he studied her face. Her eyes glistened with pain and were still slightly red due to the tears from earlier.
"What's your name?" Spike asked breaking the long silence.
"Sora."
"That rain's starting to slow."
"Oh, is it?" Sora said casually not really caring. "Why did you call me Songbird before?"
"It's my pet name for you." Spike said softly. Sora felt a slight blush appear on her cheeks.
"The funeral was today. She knew she was dieing. She even told me. But I denied it. But she was in so much pain. I felt so helpless as I watched her slip away. I don't know what to do now. My friend, Cynthia, wants me to move in with her. But I think I need a new start somewhere." Sora said.
"You don't have to decide anything now. Just give it time, luv. You'll figure it out." Spike reaching out and gently stroking her head. Sora curled up against him as he held her until she drifted off to sleep. Spike studied her face as she unconsciously rubbed her chin against his chest as she slept. Why did she seem so familiar to him? It gnawed at his conscience every time he was with her or even thought of her. It was as if he met her before. Glancing at the clock, he saw that the sun would be coming up soon. Spike slowly crawled out of bed, trying not to wake his Songbird, and with his damp duster in his arm he headed back out into what was now a light drizzle.
::::Dreaming::::
Sora sat on the bench in the garden of her large mansion. Her hair was pinned up in large ringlets. In her hands she held a bit a parchment that was recently delivered to her. She knew what it was. William's latest poem written just for her. Just then laughing voices drifted down the path from the main house, heading her way. Trying to conceal the letter in the folds of her dress, Sora's so-called friends, Margaret and Fiona, walked towards her.
"Sora, dear. What are you doing out here all alone? Your father told us to come and check on you." Margaret said, both of the girls joining her on the bench.
"I just wanted to think." Sora said.
"Well, you'll never guess what we heard today!" Fiona gushed out. Before Sora could even respond. "Fredrick has decided that he wants to ask your father for permission to marry you. Isn't that just wonderful! Clara is just green with envy!"
"Why would Clara be jealous?" Sora asked humoring the gossip. She could feel the letter start slipping away from her fingers.
"You must know that she has had her eye on Fredrick for awhile now. But she could never compare to you! I swear, Sora, you could not have noticed that all the fellows have their eye on you!" Margaret said. Before Sora could even reply the letter dropped to the floor. Fiona snatched it up in her gloved fingers before Sora could even react.
"What's this?" Fiona asked carefully breaking the wax seal.
"Fiona, give it back!" Sora said reaching for the letter. Fiona held it away and leapt to her feet as she read.
"'My Songbird. Here is another poem. Maybe now you will be mine. Your, William.' No, Sora! Not William!" Fiona cried.
"Fiona stop. He sends me them. It's sweet." Sora said.
"Sora, you can't possibly say you love William. I mean he's handsome and all but he's no Fredrick." Margaret said.
"I never said that I love him." Sora claimed but on the inside her emotions churned with confusion at her feelings.
::::end dream:::
Sora woke up startled. This was the clearest her dreams have become in awhile. Maybe the spell that she had tried out a few days ago was beginning to work, Sora wondered. She had wanted to make sense of the dreams that she had been having, thinking that they may have been memories from a past life. Unknown to her, the spell she did combined her old soul with the new reincarnated one that she had. Thus, making her memories clearer to her.
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Spike knocked loudly on the apartment door. The sun had set about an hour ago and he headed over to Sora's to see if she was okay and if she wanted some company. The door opened.
"Hello Spike."
"I brought a movie and popcorn. Want some company?" Spike said indicating to the bag that he held in his hand. Smiling, Sora held the door wider.
"Come on in." Spike stepped into the living room of Sora's apartment. Looking around, he noticed that the décor in the living room suited her just like the décor in her bedroom. He placed the bag on the couch as she shrugged the duster off and tossed it on the back of the couch.
"I rented American Pie. I thought you could use a laugh since you were really upset before." Spike said pulling the tape out of the bag along with the unpopped bag of popcorn and tossing it to the girl that was slowly taking Drusilla's place in his heart.
"Sounds great." Sora said heading into the kitchen to stick the popcorn in the microwave. God bless the person who created the little button to push to automatically put the time in for popcorn. Meanwhile, Spike knelt in front of the TV, putting the tape into the VCR and turning on all the proper electronic devices. Sora leaned against the kitchen doorway watching him. She still couldn't believe that she trusted this vampire, whom she didn't even know! Hoping that she didn't end up killed one day she headed back into the kitchen just as the microwave beeped, the room filled with buttery goodness.
Spike had felt her eyes on him and he fought the urge to grab her and kiss her. He knew she was foolish to trust him but he knew he could never hurt her. The smell of popcorn drifted from the kitchen and Spike finished setting up the tele just when Sora came back in the room with a giant bowl of popcorn.
"All ready?" Sora asked plopping on the couch putting the bowl next to her. Spike grabbed the remote and sat next to her on the other side of the bowl.
"Yup." Spike said and hit play on the remote.
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The next morning, Sora stretched her hand coming in contact with a cold and hard surface. Opening her eyes, she saw Spike asleep on the couch next to her.
"What time is it?" Sora mumbled and stood up. She noticed that the blinds were closed. Good thing too or Spike would have been dust as soon as dawn came. Picking up the empty popcorn bowl, she went into the kitchen to clean the dirty dishes left from the day before. As she finished drying the last of the few dishes, she felt him come into the room.
"Morning, pet." Spike mumbled.
"Morning, Spike." Sora said drying her hands on the towel.
"What time is it?" Spike asked sitting down at the small table.
"Almost two." Sora said turning around and facing him. Her eyes caught his and they stood there caught in each other's gazes. Neither able to move. Spike, no longer able to resist temptation stood quickly and walked over to where she stood. He captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Soon Sora broke it off due to her need to breath.
"Spike, no. I can't." she said softly. Spike gently caressed her cheek.
"Do what, Songbird? This?" He reached down and started kissed her neck.
"Please. Don't." Sora said as her breath caught in her throat. She wanted this but for some reason she wouldn't let herself have him. Spike stepped away from her.
"I see." He said coldly. He didn't think the chit wanted him. But he wanted her. Hell, he hadn't even thought about Drusilla for a full day now.
"Spike. No stop. I didn't…."
"Didn't what, Sora? Mean to make me fall in bloody love with you?" Spike said as he strolled out of the kitchen. Sora stopped, her eyes going wide. He loved her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't even know what she felt. She felt something but she didn't know if it was love. Following him back into the living room, she saw him putting his duster on.
"What are you doing?" Sora asked, concern appearing on her face.
"What does it look like I'm bloody doing? I'm leaving before I do something I regret. Like force myself on you. Or bleeding drain you." Spike said opening the door.
"Spike, it's daylight. You'll be dust." Sora said moving to stop him.
"Why would you care?" Spike said harshly. Pain filled her eyes. Spike felt himself wanting to apologize to her. "It's called sewers. They come in handy during the day for us evil creatures of the night to get around." And with that Spike left, closing the door behind him.
Sora stood there for a moment, not knowing weither to go after him or to cry. She settled for the latter, knowing full well that he was gone. Collapsing in the middle of the floor, her body shook in sobs. Soon she fell asleep, curled up in a little ball. That's when the dream started again.
:::::Dream:::::
Sora sat at a large vanity set brushing her hair as the cool night breeze flowed in from the open window.
"You love him don't you?" a handsome brown haired man said from his place lounging on her bed.
"Love who?" Sora asked not turning from her seat.
"William." The man stated.
"That's absurd. I'm betrothed to Fredrick." Sora said with a little laugh in her voice. The man got up and quickly appeared behind Sora. He leaned and whispered in her ear, brushing the hair away from her face.
"Let's not get started on that subject now, darling. You being betrothed to Fredrick is a laugh." Sora didn't reply but watched in the mirror, where this man's reflection should be but was not due to the vampire that he was.
"My sister should not marry Fredrick. He is evil and will hurt her." A childlike voice said from the seat by the window.
"Drusilla, Fredrick loves me. He will never hurt me." Sora said looking over at the other vampire who considered this human to be her sister.
"I have watched him Sora. He is not someone I would choose for you. He only loves you as a possession and will destroy you." Angelus said.
"I don't need this from either of you two!" Sora said standing up, whirling around to face him. "This is my decision, not bloody yours!"
"Well, darling, if you love Fredrick so much, why do you keep Williams poems hidden in that hat box in your closet?" Angelus said haughtily.
"Just go away." Sora said quietly flopping down on the bed.
"Sister, please don't be mad. Daddy and I just care about you. Daddy wants to make you my true sister but I won't let him." Drusilla said stroking the girl's head. Sora looked at her.
"Why not? You know I want to be like you. Want to be with both of you. Please, Drusilla. Let me be your sister." Sora cried into the vampire's lap.
"The stars told me not to. They say that you must stay human but we will see each other again." Drusilla said.
:::end dream:::
Sora awoke confused at her dream. Shaking it off, her mind drifted back to Spike. Looking around Sora realized that she wanted to get away. Away from Chicago, the memories, and her feelings for the vampire. She pulled out the luggage in her closet and started throwing things into the bag.
Spike held the bouquet of roses in his hand as he walked up the steps to Sora's apartment. He felt bad about being so rude earlier that day and hoped to make it up to her by taking her out to dinner. Knocking on her door, he waited for an answer. But there was none. He tried the knob, not having a good feeling. It was unlocked and he stepped into the now empty apartment.
"Sora?" he called out as despair filled his dead heart.
"She's gone." A soft voice said from the doorway. He turned and saw an older lady standing there.
"What do you mean she's bloody gone? She was here this afternoon!"
"She left before sunset. Told me you would probably come. Sora left you this." She handed him a plain white envelope. Spike stared at it, holding it in his hand. The lady studied his face, worried creases crossing her forehead. Shrugging, she went back to her own apartment, next door.
Spike studied the bubbly letters that spelled his name. He didn't want to read it, knowing what it said. She had left him. Just like Drusilla. They all left him. Letting the roses drop to the floor, he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Spike~
I never meant for you to fall in love with me. I never meant for nay of this. I don't even know how I feel. As you can see, I left. I don't know where I'm going. Somewhere where I can start over. A new life. A fresh beginning. No more mistakes. I will never forget you.
Your Songbird
Spike let one tear fall from his eyes. He promised himself that he wouldn't think of her. He would forget these last few months. He would forget her music. Heading back out into the warm night, he decided to go back to Sunnydale. And then get his life back into shape.