Two Summers Away, the Prologue
By Adament
Disclaimer: BtVS is owned by Joss Whedon, the WB Network, and soon UPN! Please don't sue.
AN: My first BtVS fic to be posted! I wrote this in about 10 minutes o.0 . It's a solilique (spelling?) from Spike's POV to start off my series. And the name will have two meanings, you can kind of guess. Even though the prologue is Spike, the fic is mainly about Dawn. And who died? Her mom and sister. Two Summers Away. And I'll stop yammering now. . . r/r please!
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Love. It's everywhere you look, you know that? It's in every poem, song, story. . . there's no escape. Little boys and girls eating ice cream together, adults going to the opera together, sex-crazed teens shagging in the back of vans together. . . There's quite a few types of "love".
But these people who love, they have souls. Without a soul, it's lust, right?
Let's check out the dictionary, shall we? Ah, here we go. Love: An feeling of extreme liking towards others or things, caring, kindness, etc.
Riiiiigggghtttt.
Honestly, where do these people get those definitions? They're just so damn stupid. I've said it before, I'll say it again. Love isn't brains, it's blood. . . blood screaming inside you to work its will. But that would make love lust, wouldn't it?
A vampire in true love just doesn't sound right. Yet I know that I'd have given my life. . . unlife up for her. But she's the slayer, for God's sake! Sworn to fight evil, the Chosen One! For crying out loud, we've tried to kill each other countless times.
I'm so screwed up. William the Bloody, killed two Slayers. Fell in love with another.
I nearly killed her, too. Buffy, I mean. Stood there, ready to fire. But she looked at me. That was it, just looked. Didn't say a word, just looked as if she couldn't care less if she lived or died. And that would bloody well take all the fun out of it.
And now she's dead. Gave herself up to save the world, and her sister. Dawn's a good kid, though. She had a crush on me, too bad she wasn't the Summers girl I wanted. But never mind that.
If this had happened before, if I'd been in love with someone who died, I'd have up and left. But now I feel compelled to stay, protect Dawn. I told Buffy I always would, so I always will. Huh, little Spikey's all settled down with a family. I wish.
Just wish it was more than Buffy's sister. . . wish it was Buffy.
~Fini~
AN: So did that totally suck? This is just a prologue, and my first BtVS fic since Grade 6 (Good God, I was about ten times less the writer I am now, and that's pathetic!), so please don't be too harsh.
By Adament
Disclaimer: BtVS is owned by Joss Whedon, the WB Network, and soon UPN! Please don't sue.
AN: My first BtVS fic to be posted! I wrote this in about 10 minutes o.0 . It's a solilique (spelling?) from Spike's POV to start off my series. And the name will have two meanings, you can kind of guess. Even though the prologue is Spike, the fic is mainly about Dawn. And who died? Her mom and sister. Two Summers Away. And I'll stop yammering now. . . r/r please!
~~~***~~~
Love. It's everywhere you look, you know that? It's in every poem, song, story. . . there's no escape. Little boys and girls eating ice cream together, adults going to the opera together, sex-crazed teens shagging in the back of vans together. . . There's quite a few types of "love".
But these people who love, they have souls. Without a soul, it's lust, right?
Let's check out the dictionary, shall we? Ah, here we go. Love: An feeling of extreme liking towards others or things, caring, kindness, etc.
Riiiiigggghtttt.
Honestly, where do these people get those definitions? They're just so damn stupid. I've said it before, I'll say it again. Love isn't brains, it's blood. . . blood screaming inside you to work its will. But that would make love lust, wouldn't it?
A vampire in true love just doesn't sound right. Yet I know that I'd have given my life. . . unlife up for her. But she's the slayer, for God's sake! Sworn to fight evil, the Chosen One! For crying out loud, we've tried to kill each other countless times.
I'm so screwed up. William the Bloody, killed two Slayers. Fell in love with another.
I nearly killed her, too. Buffy, I mean. Stood there, ready to fire. But she looked at me. That was it, just looked. Didn't say a word, just looked as if she couldn't care less if she lived or died. And that would bloody well take all the fun out of it.
And now she's dead. Gave herself up to save the world, and her sister. Dawn's a good kid, though. She had a crush on me, too bad she wasn't the Summers girl I wanted. But never mind that.
If this had happened before, if I'd been in love with someone who died, I'd have up and left. But now I feel compelled to stay, protect Dawn. I told Buffy I always would, so I always will. Huh, little Spikey's all settled down with a family. I wish.
Just wish it was more than Buffy's sister. . . wish it was Buffy.
~Fini~
AN: So did that totally suck? This is just a prologue, and my first BtVS fic since Grade 6 (Good God, I was about ten times less the writer I am now, and that's pathetic!), so please don't be too harsh.
