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Title:
Yellow Sun
Author: Lizzie
Feedback: Oh, yes please! lizzie@envy.nu
Distribution: If you want it, I got it… wait, isn't that from some cheesy
song? Just LMK if you use it.
Rating: My very fist ever fic that can safely be rated G
Disclaimer: Of course, I own Spike and Dru so you can't have them… Hey, a
girl can dream, can't she? Oh well, joss owns all, including Spike, Dru,
Angel, and Darla… and Buffy. I own a pair of worn out bowling shoes.
Note: I had 'yellow' by coldplay on repeat on my napster, so I had no
choice but to write something with it. Lyrics belong to 'Yellow' by
Coldplay.
Second note: This is my first really Shippery Fic, so it might not be so
great.
*****
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."
*****
Spike walked down the small strip, staring out at the splashing waters. He
frowned and kicked the sand. A gang of laughing teenagers walked down the
boulevard, a couple hundred feet away. He stopped walking and stared up at the
sky. The stars were bright tonight. He could see why She used to pay so much
attention to them. Even if she was insane. He sighed and bit his lip gently.
"Where are you, Dru?" he muttered under his metaphorical breath. He turned
and began walking again, water splashing against the sand a few feet away. The
cold water droplets splashed his face. He shoved his hands in his pockets and
pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and put it loosely on his
lips before dropping the cardboard packet back in his duster pocket. He took
out a lighter and tried uselessly to light it, but the sea wind blew It out.
He grunted in frustration, before trying again. He eventually gave up and
threw the cigarette away, dropping the lighter and stamping on it in anger.
"Why are you doing this to me!?" He screamed at the stars. The only
response was a mocking silence.
*****
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
******
Spike fell to his knees, blood tears running down his cheeks. He'd come to
LA to find Dru after her little visit to Sunnydale, but instead he'd found
nothing but his poof of a sire, and a newly resurrected Darla. They both had
no clue where Dru was.
He clutched at the sand, desperate for some sort of feeling, other than the
deep cold that filled his body. He wasn't supposed to need to feel love .
Demons weren't even supposed to feel love. They felt lust, cruelty, hate,
humor, but certainly not this.
Spike had lived for the past two years without it. He'd slowly been going
insane, living on petty substitutes, and fantasies. Then, finally, he felt
he'd found a new love after Drusilla. Buffy.
He was sure Buffy would love him, as Drusilla had in the early days, but
he'd been rejected. He'd let his infatuation with love grow and grow until
he developed a full out obsession.
And finally, when his true love had come again, his black godess, he'd
screwed himself over backwards because of that obsession.
*****
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow,"
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."
*****
Spike harshly swiped the tears away with his hand, wiping the blood on the
sand, turning it red.
"Dru." He whispered listfully, memories of the better days resurfacing in
his mind. He stood slowly and unsteadily. He turned to horizon again, and
looked to the fading stars. He kicked sand again, and crouched down.
He began slowly drawing with his index finger in he sand. Carefully, he traced
the letters S, P, I, then followed with the rest of the phrase in dawdling
leisure. When he'd finished his words, he stood and sniffed again.
He kicked sand, covering his profession of love written flimsily in the sand.
'Spike & Dru Eternally' had been destroyed. As had their relationship.
By now, he could smell the sunlight approaching. He laughed as several of the
first rays shone through the water, bouncing up to the sky. He held his arms
out, accepting his fate, his demise.
Not at the hands of the slayer, but at the hands of the sun.
"Spike!" he heard someone call out from the boulevard. His mind was too
distant to recognize the voice. He didn't move. The caller ran down through
the sand desperately.
*****
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.
*****
"Spike!" the voice was definitely feminine. And Spike knew it… it was
familiar. He closed his eyes briefly. He opened them and looked to the sky.
The stars were even fainter.
"Spike, no!" the girl called again. Spike could feel her getting closer…
and she awoke a feeling deep inside of him, that made him buckle in pain.
"Put this on, dear… the sun's coming." Spike turned to see the girl,
who now stood practically next to him. The sun's rays now bounced off the
horizon, symbolizing a new day. Spike stared at the girl. He still couldn't
name her. He knew her… he had many memories of this girl's face. But, who
was she? He remembered blood, and death… and laughter… but every face that
came to his mind was blurred and distorted, and the names and dates were
uncertain. Spike could remember only feelings.
He took the large blanket and wrapped it over his head. The girl also took
shelter under it and led him up onto the boulevard. By now, the sun was gently
turning the night sky into a faded yellow, the stars were all gone by now.
*****
It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
*****
The girl led Spike to a nearby car that was waiting. The windows were blacked
out, and Spike knew the car from somewhere. Was it hers? Or was it maybe
his… he couldn't figure it out. He blinked a few times, the blood that
he'd stained the sand with seemed to cloud his vison, which confused him.
"In here, we must be quick… the sun shan't play nice if it comes up."
The girl whispered into Spike's ear as they climbed in.
"I know you." Spike said, smiling gently.
"It's alright, William, the slayer was punished… you needn't worry."
The girl took his hand and they both sat on the back seat.
"Who are you again… I can't seem to remember." Spike asked politely.
"Shh, love, shh… you're broken… Now it's my turn to look after
you." The girl beamed and guided Spike's head to her shoulder.
"Thank you, but I need to find… I'm supposed to find… the girl… I
forget her name. I can't remember what she looks like either. She was my
princess… but she left." Spike said, racking his brain for some memory to
share with this stranger, so that she might realize she could find the
princess again.
"It's alright, Spike, I'll be your princess again. The slayer is gone
now, don't worry. Sleep, love." The girl cooed. Spike laughed softly and
let a deep relaxation wash over him.
"Tell her I love her if you see her." He whispered.
"She knows, William, she knows."
"Tell me, what color is the sun? I can't remember." He smiled foolishly
and closed his eyes, still resting on the girl's shoulder.
"It's a beautiful yellow, love. Yellow." The girl stroked Spike's hair
and rubbed his chest.
"Like the stars? She loved the stars." Spike asked, confused.
"Just like the stars."
*****
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
*****
Please tell me what you think!!! Lizziep@envy.nu
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