TITLE: Elemental
AUTHOR: Kelly Keil
EMAIL: klkeil@ameritech.net
ARCHIVE: wherever
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Through season 6
CLASSIFICATION: Buffy/Spike
DISCLAIMER: In Joss we trust.
SUMMARY: air water fire earth blood sex
NOTES: at the end

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He can smell her, despite air heavy with expectant
storm. He could smell her anywhere, could locate
her anywhere. He's told her this frequently because
it bothers her and he likes her bothered.

When he finds her, rain is falling, diluting the
blood on her face.

"Go away," she says. "I've got a headache."

"So you're sitting here, waiting to die? Not much
fun in that."

She's cold as a corpse and he tries to warm her with
brandy and blankets. He thinks that she's lost too
much blood. Pity.

He runs his teeth along her neck. This might be his
last chance. He doesn't think as he plunges into
her, teeth and cock, ravenous. He's flooded with
warmth and it's like fire, like life.

She makes no sound as she dies.

The grave he digs is anonymous. He owes her that.
He wants her still, but some things are impossible.

Besides, now she's home.

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Notes: This is my first 155 word piece, as well as my
first Buffyfic. Keeping it down to 155 words was
harder than I thought it would be, and it was a very
cool exercise in restraint. Working with Buffy and
Spike was quite fun. I think I'll be playing with them
again.

Kelly

klkeil@ameritech.net