Title: Eerie Feelings (1/?)
Series: Labors of Love #4
Author: Chelli
E-mail: Chelli_da_diva@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Disclaimer: Sadly, none of the WWF characters belong to me (if they did, don't you think I would have had Molly and Spike kiss by now?)
Main Characters: Molly Holly and Spike Dudley, of course
Summary: Spike thinks about what he's done, and the dreams he's been having.
Sequel to: To Protect Her
Spoilers: 5/28 RAW Is WAR; after that, its my own little world known as 'Labors of Love'
Note: Kinda angsty, kinda creepy; deal with it : )
WARNING: none this time, its all good
= thoughts, ** = emphasis, *~* *~* = song
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Spike glanced at the clock. It had been two days, four hours, and thirty-six minutes since he had broken up with Molly, and he had hated every second of it. It might have been better if she'd given him dirty looks, or said nasty things. At least then he would have heard her voice, and it would have been directed at him. But she didn't do either of those things. All she did was ignore him, and that was the worse than any match he had fought, worse than any table he had gone through.
The clock ticked.
Two days, three hours and thirty-SEVEN minutes. He sighed. This wasn't helping him at all. He needed to get out. Some fresh air would do him good… oh who was he kidding? He was hoping to bump into Molly. Lately he'd been having the feeling that something was… off. He couldn't help but think she might be in some kind of danger, though he hoped she was safe. After all, that was the one reason, the only reason, that he had broken up with her. Once he had broken her heart and his, he had thought that she would be safe, that the feelings of danger would go away. But they didn't.
If anything, they had gotten more intense. He had been having dreams, dreams of him and Molly. They always started off nice enough; in one of them, they had been alone in a field, having a picnic. In another, they had been at a fair, where he had just won her a huge stuffed animal. But despite these promising beginnings, the dreams always ended the same: while they were sharing their first kiss, an unknown figure would grab Molly and pull her away from him. Then, while she was struggling in his arms, this masked man would kiss her, right before he knocked her unconscious. But just before she slipped into darkness, she would look at Spike accusingly. The look in her eyes would say more than word ever could; "You could have saved me, but you didn't…" Then the man would run from him, laughing. No matter how fast Spike ran, Molly was just out of his reach. Then, right before Molly and the man disappeared, the man would say, "If you had stayed away from her, I wouldn't have had to do this. This," the man would gesture to Molly, "Is all your fault." Spike would then always reach for the mask…
Only to wake up a moment later, in a cold sweat.
Shivering at the mere thought of his dreams, Spike grabbed a light jacket and headed out. He knew Molly usually went out to get ice cream after a match; he used to go with her. She always had New York Super Fudge Chunk; he once asked her why she liked it so much. She had said she liked because she used to live on a farm, and from a farm New York seemed like a myth. So she always loved to get anything that said 'New York' on it, because it reminded her of when her life had been so much simpler. Then she added with a meaningful look, "Plus I have an addiction to anything sweet."
She had said that right before they held hands for the first time.
Shaking his head as if it would help erase the memories, he stepped out into the surprisingly cool summer night air.
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I don't know where to go with this, any suggestions?
If you liked, then SEND FEEDBACK!!!
Series: Labors of Love #4
Author: Chelli
E-mail: Chelli_da_diva@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Disclaimer: Sadly, none of the WWF characters belong to me (if they did, don't you think I would have had Molly and Spike kiss by now?)
Main Characters: Molly Holly and Spike Dudley, of course
Summary: Spike thinks about what he's done, and the dreams he's been having.
Sequel to: To Protect Her
Spoilers: 5/28 RAW Is WAR; after that, its my own little world known as 'Labors of Love'
Note: Kinda angsty, kinda creepy; deal with it : )
WARNING: none this time, its all good
= thoughts, ** = emphasis, *~* *~* = song
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Spike glanced at the clock. It had been two days, four hours, and thirty-six minutes since he had broken up with Molly, and he had hated every second of it. It might have been better if she'd given him dirty looks, or said nasty things. At least then he would have heard her voice, and it would have been directed at him. But she didn't do either of those things. All she did was ignore him, and that was the worse than any match he had fought, worse than any table he had gone through.
The clock ticked.
Two days, three hours and thirty-SEVEN minutes. He sighed. This wasn't helping him at all. He needed to get out. Some fresh air would do him good… oh who was he kidding? He was hoping to bump into Molly. Lately he'd been having the feeling that something was… off. He couldn't help but think she might be in some kind of danger, though he hoped she was safe. After all, that was the one reason, the only reason, that he had broken up with her. Once he had broken her heart and his, he had thought that she would be safe, that the feelings of danger would go away. But they didn't.
If anything, they had gotten more intense. He had been having dreams, dreams of him and Molly. They always started off nice enough; in one of them, they had been alone in a field, having a picnic. In another, they had been at a fair, where he had just won her a huge stuffed animal. But despite these promising beginnings, the dreams always ended the same: while they were sharing their first kiss, an unknown figure would grab Molly and pull her away from him. Then, while she was struggling in his arms, this masked man would kiss her, right before he knocked her unconscious. But just before she slipped into darkness, she would look at Spike accusingly. The look in her eyes would say more than word ever could; "You could have saved me, but you didn't…" Then the man would run from him, laughing. No matter how fast Spike ran, Molly was just out of his reach. Then, right before Molly and the man disappeared, the man would say, "If you had stayed away from her, I wouldn't have had to do this. This," the man would gesture to Molly, "Is all your fault." Spike would then always reach for the mask…
Only to wake up a moment later, in a cold sweat.
Shivering at the mere thought of his dreams, Spike grabbed a light jacket and headed out. He knew Molly usually went out to get ice cream after a match; he used to go with her. She always had New York Super Fudge Chunk; he once asked her why she liked it so much. She had said she liked because she used to live on a farm, and from a farm New York seemed like a myth. So she always loved to get anything that said 'New York' on it, because it reminded her of when her life had been so much simpler. Then she added with a meaningful look, "Plus I have an addiction to anything sweet."
She had said that right before they held hands for the first time.
Shaking his head as if it would help erase the memories, he stepped out into the surprisingly cool summer night air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know where to go with this, any suggestions?
If you liked, then SEND FEEDBACK!!!