Regrets
Spike's POV
disclaimer:character not owned by me but by its respectfull owners
I grow weary of the day, the night is more my devil.
I bare my teeth in frustration, damn them all, all but the fire of the witch.
Her death was my damnation, as is my immortality.
I wish now that I hadn't turned her.
I loved her life, her fire, but now there's only hate, and her dust.
I miss her, even my demon misses her.
She made me at peace with my self, we loved her both of us.
I miss her innocence.
This is just like Dru, but always different, I loved the witch, she was mine, soley mine.
No she was never mine, she was always the brains, she was her own person, not even the demon could take that away.
I let her become a demon.
What was I thinking.
No thats it I wasn't thinking.
I should have been but I wasn't.
I left her to the damned.
To the slayer.
To burn in the dawn of day.
I drove her to insanity.
Every now and then, I see a flash of red and think it's her, and I search like mad.
But I'm just fooling my self.
I need her more than I can stand.
I have no soul, I shouldn't care, I just shouldn't.
I'm not that bloody poof, I never want to be my sire, ever.
I'm demon, but i love, I loved her and I still do.
She was my heart, my soul, she killed my demon, but I turned her into one.
Now I wait, I wait for my death, for the rayes of the sun to burn my flesh.
I wait to join her.
Just like her, my life or unlife shall be done, and I'll be with her.
Just like her.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
all for love
all for her!
Spike's POV
disclaimer:character not owned by me but by its respectfull owners
I grow weary of the day, the night is more my devil.
I bare my teeth in frustration, damn them all, all but the fire of the witch.
Her death was my damnation, as is my immortality.
I wish now that I hadn't turned her.
I loved her life, her fire, but now there's only hate, and her dust.
I miss her, even my demon misses her.
She made me at peace with my self, we loved her both of us.
I miss her innocence.
This is just like Dru, but always different, I loved the witch, she was mine, soley mine.
No she was never mine, she was always the brains, she was her own person, not even the demon could take that away.
I let her become a demon.
What was I thinking.
No thats it I wasn't thinking.
I should have been but I wasn't.
I left her to the damned.
To the slayer.
To burn in the dawn of day.
I drove her to insanity.
Every now and then, I see a flash of red and think it's her, and I search like mad.
But I'm just fooling my self.
I need her more than I can stand.
I have no soul, I shouldn't care, I just shouldn't.
I'm not that bloody poof, I never want to be my sire, ever.
I'm demon, but i love, I loved her and I still do.
She was my heart, my soul, she killed my demon, but I turned her into one.
Now I wait, I wait for my death, for the rayes of the sun to burn my flesh.
I wait to join her.
Just like her, my life or unlife shall be done, and I'll be with her.
Just like her.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
all for love
all for her!