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A/N: Spike. A bit out of it. Thinks about things. 5th season. Hated that season.
Choices
Once upon a time it wouldn't have mattered.
I could have simply snapped her neck and not felt a bit bad about it. Not at all.
But I've realised things do change. Wish they didn't. Wish things would be like they used to be.
Better.
Now? Now's all just rubbish.
Rubbish in my head.
She did something to my head. I'm sure of it. She did something, something to make me not not care a bit bad about it.
I know she did.
Or they. They were the ones messing with my brain. Put rubbish in it. And now they're gone.
And I'm left alone with rubbish in my head.
Back to the 'she did something to my head'.
Oh she did something, definitely something, indeed. Maybe a spell. Got her lil wicca friend to cast a spell on me.
Or rather curse.
Or maybe she's beaten me up so many times that she's beaten me silly.
Very silly.
Or maybe's just the rubbish in my head. It's gotten me all messed up. I feel like rubbish, so maybe that's it.
Or maybe it's just all of it...
Ouch. Too much thinking. It makes my head hurt.
Reach for my friend Jack D. Only friend I got left.
Not that I ever had any before...
Take a swig.
Ah, much better.
Slump back into the damp grass.
The stars look pretty tonight, I muse.
Mmm, yes, pretty. shining. Shining like her eyes. Pretty green eyes...
NO! Nono, not gonna think about her. Bad, she's bad, very bad. Not gonna think about her... or her long legs, long beautiful legssss....
ARGH! NO! Stoppit!
Take another swig...
Vampires are not supposed to love slayers. Except for my poor excuse for a sire... but look what happened to him!
He went to hell and then he came back and he went away and became a SECRET DETECTIVE!
An iss all her fault.
Now thass something thass noht gonna happen to ME. Na-ah, never. Uh-uh.
And then there's fishboy.
Now thass one messed up kid. HE got so messed up, that he started paying vampires to BITE HIM!!! got his pecker all excited and all.
What a mess.
I mean, like you'd ever hafta PAY a vampire to bite you!
Well maybe in his case...
But anyways, who's fault issit? well of course hers.
All her fault.
Wonder iffit was also her fault that he did those... things that he did with me. Things that I do not wish to remember today...
or ever.
I shiver at the memory.
Her fault?
Probbably.
But back to the point!
The point is.
Wait.
Is there a point?
Ah, yes.
Loving a slayer is bad. Badbadbadbad. Badder than me! And I'm the Big Bad after all, so it's really bad. Messes you up in the head...
I'm never gonna fall in love with her, or any other slayer for that matter... Oh wait!
Is a bit late for that innit.
I snort.
Oh well, 'ere she comes. Better collect myself and scram or she'll start bickerin and kickin me around. Or maybe I'll stick around an annoy the hell out of her...
Well that's for messing me up, bitch!
Haha....hmmm.
Choices always choices...
END
A/N: Spike. A bit out of it. Thinks about things. 5th season. Hated that season.
Choices
Once upon a time it wouldn't have mattered.
I could have simply snapped her neck and not felt a bit bad about it. Not at all.
But I've realised things do change. Wish they didn't. Wish things would be like they used to be.
Better.
Now? Now's all just rubbish.
Rubbish in my head.
She did something to my head. I'm sure of it. She did something, something to make me not not care a bit bad about it.
I know she did.
Or they. They were the ones messing with my brain. Put rubbish in it. And now they're gone.
And I'm left alone with rubbish in my head.
Back to the 'she did something to my head'.
Oh she did something, definitely something, indeed. Maybe a spell. Got her lil wicca friend to cast a spell on me.
Or rather curse.
Or maybe she's beaten me up so many times that she's beaten me silly.
Very silly.
Or maybe's just the rubbish in my head. It's gotten me all messed up. I feel like rubbish, so maybe that's it.
Or maybe it's just all of it...
Ouch. Too much thinking. It makes my head hurt.
Reach for my friend Jack D. Only friend I got left.
Not that I ever had any before...
Take a swig.
Ah, much better.
Slump back into the damp grass.
The stars look pretty tonight, I muse.
Mmm, yes, pretty. shining. Shining like her eyes. Pretty green eyes...
NO! Nono, not gonna think about her. Bad, she's bad, very bad. Not gonna think about her... or her long legs, long beautiful legssss....
ARGH! NO! Stoppit!
Take another swig...
Vampires are not supposed to love slayers. Except for my poor excuse for a sire... but look what happened to him!
He went to hell and then he came back and he went away and became a SECRET DETECTIVE!
An iss all her fault.
Now thass something thass noht gonna happen to ME. Na-ah, never. Uh-uh.
And then there's fishboy.
Now thass one messed up kid. HE got so messed up, that he started paying vampires to BITE HIM!!! got his pecker all excited and all.
What a mess.
I mean, like you'd ever hafta PAY a vampire to bite you!
Well maybe in his case...
But anyways, who's fault issit? well of course hers.
All her fault.
Wonder iffit was also her fault that he did those... things that he did with me. Things that I do not wish to remember today...
or ever.
I shiver at the memory.
Her fault?
Probbably.
But back to the point!
The point is.
Wait.
Is there a point?
Ah, yes.
Loving a slayer is bad. Badbadbadbad. Badder than me! And I'm the Big Bad after all, so it's really bad. Messes you up in the head...
I'm never gonna fall in love with her, or any other slayer for that matter... Oh wait!
Is a bit late for that innit.
I snort.
Oh well, 'ere she comes. Better collect myself and scram or she'll start bickerin and kickin me around. Or maybe I'll stick around an annoy the hell out of her...
Well that's for messing me up, bitch!
Haha....hmmm.
Choices always choices...
END
