BLURRED LINES AND FRESH TEARS
A man stood in front a freshly dung grave. The funeral had been that morning but this man was unable to attend. Everyone knew him as Spike but here, this man standing here, he was William. The young man from centuries ago that had been buried under "Spike" for two hundred years. William loved the girl who lie in the oak coffin six feet below him. Now she was dead. Gone. To save the world, she had died. Now William was left to pick the pieces up and to dry the tears of others that he was too proud to show. Now.
He had cried plenty then but now it was time to stand tall and make it look like he was still the same old Spike that every one hated. They had all hated him but won't say anything while Buffy was alive. Would this change things? Having watched human nature for so many years he knew that it would.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
"Hey Slayer" His voice sounded shaky and unsure. He had not felt this kind of loss since Cicily all those years ago. William had run through the streets that night trying to run from the pain. now he knew that everyone and everything he had ever loved was gone. Six feet below him.
Only one thing stopped him from staying by that grave until the sun's rays burned him to ash. Dawn. Ironic wasn't it? Dawn kept him from the sun. He had made a promise to protect her. He knew that his power to do this was limited and that at the time he would have said anything Buffy wanted to hear but now he knew that she did not need to have his promise. He would have done it anyway.
Perhaps this final act was meantTo clinch a lifetime's argumentThat nothing comes from violenceand nothing ever couldFor all those born beneath an angry star
Dead to save the world. And this world she had saved didn't even realize what she had done for them. But then, maybe it was better this way. She had begun it as a fight but she knew that wouldn't work. In the end, violence didn't really get you much in life. maybe a few dead vamps but she knew what she had to do. She knew it as soon as the fight began.
Glory knew it to. She tried to stop her. But nothing could have stopped her. Not that night and not ever.
William understood. He's had a family too. Many years ago. A mother. A father. A sister. Yes. He understood. He would have done anything to save his sister. But He never had the chance. May's husband had killed her on their wedding night for her money. William had never had the chance to save her or even help her. He had rived as Dawn was now grieving. For the selfless death of a sister.
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
Tears. Tears he had only been able to shed for a moment when the fine line between William and Spike had blurred at the time she died. Only two days ago. The line was blurring once more and He knew that these tears were not for May or Buffy but for the loss of time and the innocence he'd known. These were tears of all the pain he'd suffered for so long. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was a monster that belonged in some horror movie. Or maybe he didn't. Because he cried.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
The tears would stop and time would roll on. The night became day. The sun found no trace that a man had kept vigil over the grave that night. No trace of his tears. And for years the man known as Spike would come and keep watch.
He kept his promise to Buffy. Dawn never saw the inside of a foster home and was now living happily with Xander and Anya.
Spike had moved away. He traveled the world searching fort e next Slayer. The one who would be chosen after Buffy. He found her in an orphanage in London. He took her back to Sunnydale where Giles took her in. But before he left England, he had one more stop to make. Another grave yard. He shed no tears this time for his tears for May had been shed long ago. This time, he said good-bye. To his past and to the slayers of the past.
Spike watched form a distance as time rolled on and seemed to repeat it's self. Dawn and Sara became best friends and it was the Scoobie gang all over again. but this time, Spike knew to stay out of it.
But every night, he went to graveyard and cried his tears for the past that was gone. And every night the line between Spike and William would blur.
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
NOTE: I don't own any of the charters except May and Sara. Joss W. owns them and I make no claim to be making money off this or that I own the charters. I know that Buffy isn't over but this story just kind of wrote it's self. The song is "Fragile" and I *think* it is by Sting. I want to dedicate this story to my friend Sukino because she loves 'William' because she says he's "cute." So. Sukino, this one's for you. (Oh, And go r/r please!)
A man stood in front a freshly dung grave. The funeral had been that morning but this man was unable to attend. Everyone knew him as Spike but here, this man standing here, he was William. The young man from centuries ago that had been buried under "Spike" for two hundred years. William loved the girl who lie in the oak coffin six feet below him. Now she was dead. Gone. To save the world, she had died. Now William was left to pick the pieces up and to dry the tears of others that he was too proud to show. Now.
He had cried plenty then but now it was time to stand tall and make it look like he was still the same old Spike that every one hated. They had all hated him but won't say anything while Buffy was alive. Would this change things? Having watched human nature for so many years he knew that it would.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
"Hey Slayer" His voice sounded shaky and unsure. He had not felt this kind of loss since Cicily all those years ago. William had run through the streets that night trying to run from the pain. now he knew that everyone and everything he had ever loved was gone. Six feet below him.
Only one thing stopped him from staying by that grave until the sun's rays burned him to ash. Dawn. Ironic wasn't it? Dawn kept him from the sun. He had made a promise to protect her. He knew that his power to do this was limited and that at the time he would have said anything Buffy wanted to hear but now he knew that she did not need to have his promise. He would have done it anyway.
Perhaps this final act was meantTo clinch a lifetime's argumentThat nothing comes from violenceand nothing ever couldFor all those born beneath an angry star
Dead to save the world. And this world she had saved didn't even realize what she had done for them. But then, maybe it was better this way. She had begun it as a fight but she knew that wouldn't work. In the end, violence didn't really get you much in life. maybe a few dead vamps but she knew what she had to do. She knew it as soon as the fight began.
Glory knew it to. She tried to stop her. But nothing could have stopped her. Not that night and not ever.
William understood. He's had a family too. Many years ago. A mother. A father. A sister. Yes. He understood. He would have done anything to save his sister. But He never had the chance. May's husband had killed her on their wedding night for her money. William had never had the chance to save her or even help her. He had rived as Dawn was now grieving. For the selfless death of a sister.
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
Tears. Tears he had only been able to shed for a moment when the fine line between William and Spike had blurred at the time she died. Only two days ago. The line was blurring once more and He knew that these tears were not for May or Buffy but for the loss of time and the innocence he'd known. These were tears of all the pain he'd suffered for so long. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was a monster that belonged in some horror movie. Or maybe he didn't. Because he cried.
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
The tears would stop and time would roll on. The night became day. The sun found no trace that a man had kept vigil over the grave that night. No trace of his tears. And for years the man known as Spike would come and keep watch.
He kept his promise to Buffy. Dawn never saw the inside of a foster home and was now living happily with Xander and Anya.
Spike had moved away. He traveled the world searching fort e next Slayer. The one who would be chosen after Buffy. He found her in an orphanage in London. He took her back to Sunnydale where Giles took her in. But before he left England, he had one more stop to make. Another grave yard. He shed no tears this time for his tears for May had been shed long ago. This time, he said good-bye. To his past and to the slayers of the past.
Spike watched form a distance as time rolled on and seemed to repeat it's self. Dawn and Sara became best friends and it was the Scoobie gang all over again. but this time, Spike knew to stay out of it.
But every night, he went to graveyard and cried his tears for the past that was gone. And every night the line between Spike and William would blur.
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
How fragile we are
NOTE: I don't own any of the charters except May and Sara. Joss W. owns them and I make no claim to be making money off this or that I own the charters. I know that Buffy isn't over but this story just kind of wrote it's self. The song is "Fragile" and I *think* it is by Sting. I want to dedicate this story to my friend Sukino because she loves 'William' because she says he's "cute." So. Sukino, this one's for you. (Oh, And go r/r please!)
