Title: Decisions (1/1)
Changes of Hearts Series, Story 5
Author: Evil Willow
Feedback: I crave it.
Rating: Stong PG-13-ish, I guess. Violence, language.
Distribution. My site, anyone else who wants it just ask first.
Spoilers: General spoilers up through BTVS 4th season Thanksgiving
ep. Spike's got the chip, Buffy has gone to L.A. to confront
Angel.
Category: Story/Romance/Angst/Songfic
Keywords: Character Death; Couple Pairings: Spike/Anya, just a hint of
Willow/Xander in this part, but they will be back in full force in
the next part
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I just enjoy tormenting, I
mean making use of, them. Also borrowed lyrics from the Nine Inch
Nails song, "The Fragile"
Summary: The battle of wills between Spike and Drusilla continues.
Will Anya survive being caught in the middle of it?
= Song lyrics to Nine Inch Nails' "The Fragile".
* * =character's thoughts or emphasized words
*****
Sunnydale
Anya's House
Sunday Night
*I have to stop this. Anya's dying. Less than 24 hours together, and
now she's dying. Because of me*. Despite these thoughts, Spike stood
unable to move, watching in horror as Dru drained Anya. "I'll kill
you, you bitch," he snarled.
Dru stopped drinking then, looked at him, and laughed. "You can hate
me until you die, or until someone puts you out of your misery. But
you can't hurt me. Can you, my Spike," she taunted.
"He may not be able to do something, but I sure as hell can," Xander
threatened.
"NO! You fucking idiot. She'll snap her neck," Spike yelled, grabbing
the boy's arm.
Xander shook the hand away and looked toward Dru. He realized by
the look in her eyes that Spike was right. He looked back to Spike
again, and was shocked to see the anguished look in the vampire's
eyes.
*Guess he does care* Xander admitted to himself grudgingly.
Spike looked at Dru and Anywa. Anya was slumped against Dru at this
point, helpless to fight, barely conscious, as Dru was slowly sucking
the life out of her.
*Fuck the bloody chip* Spike thought then, and steeled himself for
the pain that would invade his head when he rushed Dru. *I have to
stop this, I don't care if it kills me.*
Always faster than Drusilla, Spike reached her before she realized
what was happening. He shoved her roughly, hard enough to make her
look up. Spike caught Anya and lowered her to the ground quickly,
then knocked Dru against the wall. Dru screamed with rage, and only
then did the realization hit him: he hadn't felt any pain at all from
the computer chip. It didn't keep him from attacking demons. He
laughed humorlessly at the irony of it.
*Of course the Initiative wouldn't care if I killed a demon or two*
Spike looked to Anya to reassure himself that she was still
breathing, at least for the moment. He turned to Dru and
snarled. "Fucking bitch. I gave you everything you ever wanted! You
left me, you psychopathic twit, it wasn't the other way around! I
should've ended this years ago" he added, as he approached her slowly.
Dru screamed again then, wordlessly, the sound more animal-like than
anything approaching human, and leapt at Spike. He grabbed her arms
as she clawed his face with her fingernails; and they tumbled to the
ground in a jumble of flailing arms and kicking legs. Spike
overpowered her, though, and held her down as she continued to scream
and snarl.
Spike looked up to see Xander standing next to him. Xander held out a
stake and said, "You do it or I will." Spike took a deep breath, and
turned back to Dru, who was still struggling under him. He closed his
eyes, lost in thought for a moment, unable to understand how he and
Drusilla had come to this.
He then looked at Dru sadly for a moment, and gathered her wrists in
his left hand while he took the stake in his right.
"NOOOO! Let me go! You can't do this to me, Spike! Spike, please,
please, please don't. I'm sorry. I was mad. I'll be good," Dru
started sobbing and pleading.
Spike sighed sadly. He felt the tears in his own eyes, then. "I'm
sorry, Pet. I should have done this years ago. I was a coward for
letting you suffer for so long." He kissed her gently on the forehead
then, "Goodbye, my Princess," he sobbed as he staked her through the
heart. As she turned to dust, he felt the pain rip through his own
heart as if he'd been the one staked.
He tried to pull himself back together and crawled over to where Anya
was laying. Xander was on the phone to 911, frantically demanding an
ambulance. Spike could see from one look at Anya, though, that any
help would come too late for her. Dru had drained too much of her
blood.
As Spike gathered Anya in his arms, he realized then that the CD
player had been on since he started it hours ago. He recognized the
song.
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
Anya opened her eyes then. "That's it, Luv. Stay awake. Stay with me,"
Spike pleaded, looking at her lovingly.
"Spike," Anya said, looking at him with eyes full of fear, "don't let
me die."
"Don't talk like that," Spike said calmly, fighting back the tears
which he'd just managed to control. "You're not going to die," he
lied.
"Don't. Not enough time to argue." Anya replied weakly.
"They'll be here in fifteen minutes," Xander said as he hung up the
phone.
"Spike, do something for me," Anya pleaded.
"Anything, Luv," Spike agreed, stroking her hair gently.
"Bring me back," Anya said. Her eyes closed and she lost
consciousness.
Spike's puzzled expression turned to one of shock as he realized what
Anya had asked him. "Anya. Wake up!" Spike yelled frantically. "Anya!
You can't say something like that and then pass out on me! Open your
eyes!"
*She didn't say what I think she said. And even if she did, she
didn't mean it. She doesn't know what she's asking..... Bloody hell,
I can't watch her die, though.*
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
Spike breathed a sigh of relief as Anya opened her eyes then. "Bring
me back," she repeated in a whisper, barely able to manage that much.
"Are you sure?" Spike asked desperately. Anya nodded her head, unable
to speak any more. She locked his gaze with hers, willing him to see
that she was serious.
"Don't!" Xander yelled then, and Anya clutched at Spike as if to make
him ignore Xander. Spike looked up to see that Xander was holding the
stake again, and standing less than a foot away. "Don't you even
think about it,"Xander warned angrily. "I'll stake you so fast you
won't even know--"
"Do it, then!" Spike challenged, moving Anya to lay on the floor,
despite her whimpered protest. "I can't stop you, I can't lay a
fucking hand on you. If you're going to stake me, stake me. If not,
then shut up and get the hell out of here! I will not stand by and
watch her die when she doesn't want that!"
"Cut the crap, Spike. This isn't really about Anya, is it? She does
not want THIS, I don't care what she says right now. She's scared,
and she's not thinking clearly. I know she doesn't mean it. You think
she seriously wants to be like you? To end up like that eventually?"
Xander pointed to where Dru's life had ended.
"How the hell do you know what she wants?" Spike demanded then. "You
don't know anything about Anya. She was just a convenient sex partner
for you. Why don't you just go back to your wicca and leave both of
us the hell alone," Spike turned back to Anya and gathered her in his
arms again.
We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run
and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other
side
Anya was drifting in and out of consciousness at this point, and Spike
said, "She's got maybe five more minutes left. She asked me to turn
her,
that's what I'm going to do."
It's something I have to do
I was there too
Before everything else
I was like you
Spike closed his eyes, then, expecting the last thing he felt to be
the stake entering his heart. He heard the door shut, and realized
with relief that Xander had left. Turning back to Anya, he vamped out
again and sank his fangs into her neck. Just a few swallows, then he
withdrew again. He tore into his own wrist and held it to her mouth.
"Drink," he said. Relief flooded through him as she did just that.
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Changes of Hearts Series, Story 5
Author: Evil Willow
Feedback: I crave it.
Rating: Stong PG-13-ish, I guess. Violence, language.
Distribution. My site, anyone else who wants it just ask first.
Spoilers: General spoilers up through BTVS 4th season Thanksgiving
ep. Spike's got the chip, Buffy has gone to L.A. to confront
Angel.
Category: Story/Romance/Angst/Songfic
Keywords: Character Death; Couple Pairings: Spike/Anya, just a hint of
Willow/Xander in this part, but they will be back in full force in
the next part
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I just enjoy tormenting, I
mean making use of, them. Also borrowed lyrics from the Nine Inch
Nails song, "The Fragile"
Summary: The battle of wills between Spike and Drusilla continues.
Will Anya survive being caught in the middle of it?
= Song lyrics to Nine Inch Nails' "The Fragile".
* * =character's thoughts or emphasized words
*****
Sunnydale
Anya's House
Sunday Night
*I have to stop this. Anya's dying. Less than 24 hours together, and
now she's dying. Because of me*. Despite these thoughts, Spike stood
unable to move, watching in horror as Dru drained Anya. "I'll kill
you, you bitch," he snarled.
Dru stopped drinking then, looked at him, and laughed. "You can hate
me until you die, or until someone puts you out of your misery. But
you can't hurt me. Can you, my Spike," she taunted.
"He may not be able to do something, but I sure as hell can," Xander
threatened.
"NO! You fucking idiot. She'll snap her neck," Spike yelled, grabbing
the boy's arm.
Xander shook the hand away and looked toward Dru. He realized by
the look in her eyes that Spike was right. He looked back to Spike
again, and was shocked to see the anguished look in the vampire's
eyes.
*Guess he does care* Xander admitted to himself grudgingly.
Spike looked at Dru and Anywa. Anya was slumped against Dru at this
point, helpless to fight, barely conscious, as Dru was slowly sucking
the life out of her.
*Fuck the bloody chip* Spike thought then, and steeled himself for
the pain that would invade his head when he rushed Dru. *I have to
stop this, I don't care if it kills me.*
Always faster than Drusilla, Spike reached her before she realized
what was happening. He shoved her roughly, hard enough to make her
look up. Spike caught Anya and lowered her to the ground quickly,
then knocked Dru against the wall. Dru screamed with rage, and only
then did the realization hit him: he hadn't felt any pain at all from
the computer chip. It didn't keep him from attacking demons. He
laughed humorlessly at the irony of it.
*Of course the Initiative wouldn't care if I killed a demon or two*
Spike looked to Anya to reassure himself that she was still
breathing, at least for the moment. He turned to Dru and
snarled. "Fucking bitch. I gave you everything you ever wanted! You
left me, you psychopathic twit, it wasn't the other way around! I
should've ended this years ago" he added, as he approached her slowly.
Dru screamed again then, wordlessly, the sound more animal-like than
anything approaching human, and leapt at Spike. He grabbed her arms
as she clawed his face with her fingernails; and they tumbled to the
ground in a jumble of flailing arms and kicking legs. Spike
overpowered her, though, and held her down as she continued to scream
and snarl.
Spike looked up to see Xander standing next to him. Xander held out a
stake and said, "You do it or I will." Spike took a deep breath, and
turned back to Dru, who was still struggling under him. He closed his
eyes, lost in thought for a moment, unable to understand how he and
Drusilla had come to this.
He then looked at Dru sadly for a moment, and gathered her wrists in
his left hand while he took the stake in his right.
"NOOOO! Let me go! You can't do this to me, Spike! Spike, please,
please, please don't. I'm sorry. I was mad. I'll be good," Dru
started sobbing and pleading.
Spike sighed sadly. He felt the tears in his own eyes, then. "I'm
sorry, Pet. I should have done this years ago. I was a coward for
letting you suffer for so long." He kissed her gently on the forehead
then, "Goodbye, my Princess," he sobbed as he staked her through the
heart. As she turned to dust, he felt the pain rip through his own
heart as if he'd been the one staked.
He tried to pull himself back together and crawled over to where Anya
was laying. Xander was on the phone to 911, frantically demanding an
ambulance. Spike could see from one look at Anya, though, that any
help would come too late for her. Dru had drained too much of her
blood.
As Spike gathered Anya in his arms, he realized then that the CD
player had been on since he started it hours ago. He recognized the
song.
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
Anya opened her eyes then. "That's it, Luv. Stay awake. Stay with me,"
Spike pleaded, looking at her lovingly.
"Spike," Anya said, looking at him with eyes full of fear, "don't let
me die."
"Don't talk like that," Spike said calmly, fighting back the tears
which he'd just managed to control. "You're not going to die," he
lied.
"Don't. Not enough time to argue." Anya replied weakly.
"They'll be here in fifteen minutes," Xander said as he hung up the
phone.
"Spike, do something for me," Anya pleaded.
"Anything, Luv," Spike agreed, stroking her hair gently.
"Bring me back," Anya said. Her eyes closed and she lost
consciousness.
Spike's puzzled expression turned to one of shock as he realized what
Anya had asked him. "Anya. Wake up!" Spike yelled frantically. "Anya!
You can't say something like that and then pass out on me! Open your
eyes!"
*She didn't say what I think she said. And even if she did, she
didn't mean it. She doesn't know what she's asking..... Bloody hell,
I can't watch her die, though.*
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
Spike breathed a sigh of relief as Anya opened her eyes then. "Bring
me back," she repeated in a whisper, barely able to manage that much.
"Are you sure?" Spike asked desperately. Anya nodded her head, unable
to speak any more. She locked his gaze with hers, willing him to see
that she was serious.
"Don't!" Xander yelled then, and Anya clutched at Spike as if to make
him ignore Xander. Spike looked up to see that Xander was holding the
stake again, and standing less than a foot away. "Don't you even
think about it,"Xander warned angrily. "I'll stake you so fast you
won't even know--"
"Do it, then!" Spike challenged, moving Anya to lay on the floor,
despite her whimpered protest. "I can't stop you, I can't lay a
fucking hand on you. If you're going to stake me, stake me. If not,
then shut up and get the hell out of here! I will not stand by and
watch her die when she doesn't want that!"
"Cut the crap, Spike. This isn't really about Anya, is it? She does
not want THIS, I don't care what she says right now. She's scared,
and she's not thinking clearly. I know she doesn't mean it. You think
she seriously wants to be like you? To end up like that eventually?"
Xander pointed to where Dru's life had ended.
"How the hell do you know what she wants?" Spike demanded then. "You
don't know anything about Anya. She was just a convenient sex partner
for you. Why don't you just go back to your wicca and leave both of
us the hell alone," Spike turned back to Anya and gathered her in his
arms again.
We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run
and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other
side
Anya was drifting in and out of consciousness at this point, and Spike
said, "She's got maybe five more minutes left. She asked me to turn
her,
that's what I'm going to do."
It's something I have to do
I was there too
Before everything else
I was like you
Spike closed his eyes, then, expecting the last thing he felt to be
the stake entering his heart. He heard the door shut, and realized
with relief that Xander had left. Turning back to Anya, he vamped out
again and sank his fangs into her neck. Just a few swallows, then he
withdrew again. He tore into his own wrist and held it to her mouth.
"Drink," he said. Relief flooded through him as she did just that.
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