Disclaimer : Spike and all the other "Buffy" Characters belong to Joss Whedon. Jacynth is mine.
Spoilers: season 5 finale.
spike walked slowly towards his crypt, the sunlight brimming on the horizion. he'd spent the night again at Buffy's grave, talking to her, though he wasn't sure she could hear.
"doesn't matter" he thought, as he tripped on the curb and crossed the grass to his resting place. he rubbed his eyes tiredly. it had been almost two months since she'd died, died to save them all, died to save her sister, Dawn.
Dawn. he missed her. he checked in on her, from time to time, although she didn't know it. he didn't think he could bear talking to her, or being around her for very long. after all, she was part of Buffy, and losing Buffy was probably the worst thing that had ever happened to him. it wasn't like losing Drusilla.
he couldn't think about that now. he'd been torturing himself over Buffy for the past weeks and sleep was the only thing that relieved him of it. pushing open the door of his crypt, he slumped down the stairs, ready to crawl into his awaiting bed.
as he shut the door tightly behind him, he heard a sound. like a hiss. someone was in this room, though he couldn't see them, he could sense them. the hissing came again, and along with it, the smell of air freshener.
he crept around the corner, closer to the noise. he could see the person now, a girl. her back was to him, but she defintely was holding up a bottle of Lysol, spraying it into all the dank corners of his crypt.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Spike snapped loudly. the girl stopped, then continued to spray the aerosol. she didn't turn to face him.
"Hey! i asked you a question, lady. who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing to my home?" He was getting angry. how in the hell did someone he didn't know get in here?
"This place smells" came the girls voice. oddly, it was familiar to Spike, but he couldn't place it. "i dont see how you can live in a place like this!" she sprayed another spritz of the Lysol.
"listen, bird. this is my home and how i live is none of your business. now who the bloody hell are you?" he walked up untill he was just behind the girl. She had shoulder length reddish blonde hair, and was dressed all in black.
the girl turned around, and as she did, Spike's eyes widened. his jaw dropped but not a word came out of his mouth.
"William... i suspect thats not the proper way to greet me after all this time." she said, walking up to him and closing his mouth gently with her fingers. "you know very well who i am."
Spike staggered backwards away from her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He fell onto the edge of his bed, still speecheless. He looked her up and down.
She walked towards him and placed a hand on his forehead. "Cold.." she mumbled. "so cold. just as cold as the last time i touched you." she let her hand linger on his forehead before going to stroke his cheek.
He looked up at her, finally, and took her hand away from his face. "Jacynth.." he whispered.
She smiled. "yes, William. it's me. had you forgotten me?"
Spoilers: season 5 finale.
spike walked slowly towards his crypt, the sunlight brimming on the horizion. he'd spent the night again at Buffy's grave, talking to her, though he wasn't sure she could hear.
"doesn't matter" he thought, as he tripped on the curb and crossed the grass to his resting place. he rubbed his eyes tiredly. it had been almost two months since she'd died, died to save them all, died to save her sister, Dawn.
Dawn. he missed her. he checked in on her, from time to time, although she didn't know it. he didn't think he could bear talking to her, or being around her for very long. after all, she was part of Buffy, and losing Buffy was probably the worst thing that had ever happened to him. it wasn't like losing Drusilla.
he couldn't think about that now. he'd been torturing himself over Buffy for the past weeks and sleep was the only thing that relieved him of it. pushing open the door of his crypt, he slumped down the stairs, ready to crawl into his awaiting bed.
as he shut the door tightly behind him, he heard a sound. like a hiss. someone was in this room, though he couldn't see them, he could sense them. the hissing came again, and along with it, the smell of air freshener.
he crept around the corner, closer to the noise. he could see the person now, a girl. her back was to him, but she defintely was holding up a bottle of Lysol, spraying it into all the dank corners of his crypt.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Spike snapped loudly. the girl stopped, then continued to spray the aerosol. she didn't turn to face him.
"Hey! i asked you a question, lady. who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing to my home?" He was getting angry. how in the hell did someone he didn't know get in here?
"This place smells" came the girls voice. oddly, it was familiar to Spike, but he couldn't place it. "i dont see how you can live in a place like this!" she sprayed another spritz of the Lysol.
"listen, bird. this is my home and how i live is none of your business. now who the bloody hell are you?" he walked up untill he was just behind the girl. She had shoulder length reddish blonde hair, and was dressed all in black.
the girl turned around, and as she did, Spike's eyes widened. his jaw dropped but not a word came out of his mouth.
"William... i suspect thats not the proper way to greet me after all this time." she said, walking up to him and closing his mouth gently with her fingers. "you know very well who i am."
Spike staggered backwards away from her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He fell onto the edge of his bed, still speecheless. He looked her up and down.
She walked towards him and placed a hand on his forehead. "Cold.." she mumbled. "so cold. just as cold as the last time i touched you." she let her hand linger on his forehead before going to stroke his cheek.
He looked up at her, finally, and took her hand away from his face. "Jacynth.." he whispered.
She smiled. "yes, William. it's me. had you forgotten me?"
