Title[AT1] : Obsession 1/1
Author: Allison, candygurl2614@yahoo.com
Feedback: I love it.
Distribution: If you want it, you
can have it.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon's toys. Not
mine.
Summary: Buffy POV. No really particular
time but post-Crush. Shortfic.
He drives me insane. Literally.
The way
he sits there and leans against the old oak on my front lawn. Constantly
staring. At me. Or out into space.
The way
his stance reflects perfectly who he is. One leg bent back against the tree
propping himself up. You'd think he was a statue because he doesn't breath. The
only thing that lets me know that he's really there is the occasional cigarette
that he lifts up to his lips and slowly smokes.
It's
hard to tell what he's thinking. Or sometimes it's obvious. He will look up at
my window, and then get a really hard look on his face. Then he'll punch the
tree, curse at his hand and walk off. He's thinking about how pissed I make
him.
But
sometimes.
Sometimes,
he will look up at the window and stare for hours. I can't sleep when he stares
at me like that. That's the only time I can tell what he's thinking. About me.
Sometimes, it gives me shivers the way he looks at me. Like he knows who I am
deep down inside. Like he ever could.
One
time, I could've sworn I saw tears in his eyes. It makes me sick. Spike doesn't
need to be crying over me and his stupid little obsession. He thinks he's in
love with me. Vampires can't love. Not unless they have a soul….
Doesn't
he understand that this is not making me happy? If he really wanted me to like
him, he would go away forever and stop staring at me. With those… intense blue
eyes. But it's a bad kind of intense.
Wherever else I see him, he always has that cool, aloof look on his face
that says 'I know everything there is to know'. It pisses me off so much. When
he has that look he could be thinking about being a deer and frolicking through
the meadow, for all I know. Not that he would. That just isn't Spikey enough.
He stands out there like he has the
right to be there. On MY lawn. Like it's his responsibility to sit out there
and stare at me. I just want to run down the stairs and out the door and tell
him to get the hell away.
But I never do. And never will.
Because then he wouldn't ever come again.
He drives me insane.
