Title: Need
Author: Drusilla1900
Rating: R (15)
Summary: This is my interpretation of the relationship between Angelus, Dru and Spike. Or rather Spike and Dru thinking back to Dru's past with *her Angel*. Or maybe it's not even that?-don't know.
Distribution: Archived at my web site ("I miss Prague..."). If anyone wants it-and lets face it that very unlikely- please ask.
Disclaimer: All hail the mighty Joss, they're his- not mine (but if they were mine; I'd put them on a show called "Out of SunnyHell" which would be a prequel to BtVS)
Feedback: Please send feedback and blood-all this writing makes me hungry.
Note: (1) This is my first fanfic, *does a little dance*. (2) This takes place in about 1910. (3) This must be one of the shortest fics ever!
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"C'mon, love. Aren't you even gonna move?"
"My Angel never liked that, said it wasn't my place..."
"Well I'm not Angelus, alright? We haven't seen the bloke in 10 years, I really don't think he's coming back." The whole 10 years had been the same, everytime he tried to make love to her, he always had to work at making it two way. She was so used to Angelus telling her what to do; she still followed his commands, even though he wasn't there.
"Please baby, you know I would never hurt you like he did, we're free of him, you can do what you like. And I can do what I like, and what I would like right now is for you to show me some affection."
"My Angel didn't like affection." Without thinking he raised his hand and hit her hard across the face, causing her head to snap to the right.
"Oh love, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. It just that you know I hate to hear you talking about him." He frantically said, hoping to hear her say that he was forgiven.
But when she turned her head back towards him, he looked into her eyes and saw what he had been looking for earlier; the sparkle of love and passion, he hadn't seen for so long.
She put her hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him down, he kissed her hard on the mouth, and moved his hands down her body.
As they began to make love, just the way he had wanted. He started thinking: Why does she have to be like this, why does she *need* the violence, why can't she forget that stupid, blo "Oh,god...Dru."
***extremus fabella***
(For those of you how don't speak Latin, 'extremus fabella' means: The end of the short story.)
Author: Drusilla1900
Rating: R (15)
Summary: This is my interpretation of the relationship between Angelus, Dru and Spike. Or rather Spike and Dru thinking back to Dru's past with *her Angel*. Or maybe it's not even that?-don't know.
Distribution: Archived at my web site ("I miss Prague..."). If anyone wants it-and lets face it that very unlikely- please ask.
Disclaimer: All hail the mighty Joss, they're his- not mine (but if they were mine; I'd put them on a show called "Out of SunnyHell" which would be a prequel to BtVS)
Feedback: Please send feedback and blood-all this writing makes me hungry.
Note: (1) This is my first fanfic, *does a little dance*. (2) This takes place in about 1910. (3) This must be one of the shortest fics ever!
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"C'mon, love. Aren't you even gonna move?"
"My Angel never liked that, said it wasn't my place..."
"Well I'm not Angelus, alright? We haven't seen the bloke in 10 years, I really don't think he's coming back." The whole 10 years had been the same, everytime he tried to make love to her, he always had to work at making it two way. She was so used to Angelus telling her what to do; she still followed his commands, even though he wasn't there.
"Please baby, you know I would never hurt you like he did, we're free of him, you can do what you like. And I can do what I like, and what I would like right now is for you to show me some affection."
"My Angel didn't like affection." Without thinking he raised his hand and hit her hard across the face, causing her head to snap to the right.
"Oh love, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. It just that you know I hate to hear you talking about him." He frantically said, hoping to hear her say that he was forgiven.
But when she turned her head back towards him, he looked into her eyes and saw what he had been looking for earlier; the sparkle of love and passion, he hadn't seen for so long.
She put her hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him down, he kissed her hard on the mouth, and moved his hands down her body.
As they began to make love, just the way he had wanted. He started thinking: Why does she have to be like this, why does she *need* the violence, why can't she forget that stupid, blo "Oh,god...Dru."
***extremus fabella***
(For those of you how don't speak Latin, 'extremus fabella' means: The end of the short story.)