AUTHOR: Drusilla
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Spike/Drusilla
SPOILERS: None.
SUMMARY: What Spike and Dru did after Darla left.
DISCLAIMER: The characters aren't mine. They belong to Joss Whedon.
DISRIBUTION: If you want it! Email me first, though.
FEEDBACK: Oh yeah, baby!
FLAXEN
* * *
Do you remember
long ago, when we
were young
and childless.
We used to dance on the open plains
Under the naked sky
and bare feet
softly sinking
into the clay soil.
We would laugh as we found each other
finally,
in a sea of yellow daffodils
The glowing moon and the yellow of flower
incandescent against our own silvery skin.
We were young and innocent then,
foolish as we believed
in only our love,
only in our own power.
We grew excited at the prospect of fresh blood,
of cowering children struggling against our arms,
and we reveled in our mayhem
which we sought, slowly,
together.
We thought that,
if we were good children,
and did as we were told, then
they,
mommy and daddy,
would come back.
And until then, the daffodils would hold us.
We would gallop like wild ponies,
snorting,
stomping,
giggling, when dawn first would break,
and we would be caught in a race of sorts
against the hazy African sun.
Sometimes, it would catch us, and we would scream
in delight,
until finally we were greeted by the safety of
cool rocks about us.
We were young and restless then,
and we would wash away the night with tender kiss
and gentle caress.
We would devour each other with
an insatiable passion,
Our love wreathed in soft yellow.
But we forgot, always,
when our blood stained the flaxen warmth of the petals.
And they never, ever, came back.
