Title: Monster
Author: BlueLight
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Blurb: Spike flees from Buffy but encounters a monster from his past, himself. Pt 3: The Demon: Including Dried blood, soulless monster, Buffy stand-in, no longer playing, a killer and Evil Spike!
Acknowledgement: Thanks to LadyStarlight for her advise and editing.
Distribution: Fine, just let me know where.
Reviews, constructive criticism requested.
Feedback: Please. So I learn what works and what doesn't.
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The Demon
He charged, fully possessed by his demon, went for the girl like he was grabbing for the gusto. She screamed, turned and ran. His head exploded into fire, blinded by the pain he bounced off the fence then fell back on it, his fingers looped into the wire to hold himself up. Squeezing his eyes closed, he pushed his forehead into the wire, waiting for relief. The pain finally ended.
He laughed. Let go and laughed.
Fool. To forget. To forget that there was no point in any of this. To forget he was muzzled by the chip.
He turned his head and watched her running up a concrete incline toward the gaping door of an old building. Its walls were yellow-white in the moonlight, waves of rust stains curling down their sides like dried blood. The chit's pale hair gleamed too. He stopped and thought of Buffy's hair shining in the moonlight. Felt the twist of love and desire that any though of her brought. Then thought of how she would feel about what he was doing. It would prove that she was right about him, wouldn't it?
Fuck the bitch. He would never see her again. Nothing he did was ever enough for her. Nothing he did ever touched her. He was always beneath her. Always the soulless monster. Someone dead inside. Someone who couldn't feel anything.
FUCK THE BITCH!!
He couldn't free himself from the pain that was Buffy. Not by loving her. Not by running from her. Not even by killing her. But this chit he could kill. The chip would make it hard but he would find a way. She would be his Buffy stand-in. The first step to freeing himself from the pain. Close every door. Put up every barrier. Make it impossible for him to ever again fool himself that Buffy would EVER accept him.
He turned and listened. He could hear the sound of her feet echoing off hard walls, splashing through puddles, her breath raspy. He loped after her. No longer playing. Death his purpose. A killer.
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FeedBack: Reviews or constructive criticism requested. Hell if you hated it and found it unreadable I need to know that too. Or how do I get better.
Author: BlueLight
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Blurb: Spike flees from Buffy but encounters a monster from his past, himself. Pt 3: The Demon: Including Dried blood, soulless monster, Buffy stand-in, no longer playing, a killer and Evil Spike!
Acknowledgement: Thanks to LadyStarlight for her advise and editing.
Distribution: Fine, just let me know where.
Reviews, constructive criticism requested.
Feedback: Please. So I learn what works and what doesn't.
*******************************************
The Demon
He charged, fully possessed by his demon, went for the girl like he was grabbing for the gusto. She screamed, turned and ran. His head exploded into fire, blinded by the pain he bounced off the fence then fell back on it, his fingers looped into the wire to hold himself up. Squeezing his eyes closed, he pushed his forehead into the wire, waiting for relief. The pain finally ended.
He laughed. Let go and laughed.
Fool. To forget. To forget that there was no point in any of this. To forget he was muzzled by the chip.
He turned his head and watched her running up a concrete incline toward the gaping door of an old building. Its walls were yellow-white in the moonlight, waves of rust stains curling down their sides like dried blood. The chit's pale hair gleamed too. He stopped and thought of Buffy's hair shining in the moonlight. Felt the twist of love and desire that any though of her brought. Then thought of how she would feel about what he was doing. It would prove that she was right about him, wouldn't it?
Fuck the bitch. He would never see her again. Nothing he did was ever enough for her. Nothing he did ever touched her. He was always beneath her. Always the soulless monster. Someone dead inside. Someone who couldn't feel anything.
FUCK THE BITCH!!
He couldn't free himself from the pain that was Buffy. Not by loving her. Not by running from her. Not even by killing her. But this chit he could kill. The chip would make it hard but he would find a way. She would be his Buffy stand-in. The first step to freeing himself from the pain. Close every door. Put up every barrier. Make it impossible for him to ever again fool himself that Buffy would EVER accept him.
He turned and listened. He could hear the sound of her feet echoing off hard walls, splashing through puddles, her breath raspy. He loped after her. No longer playing. Death his purpose. A killer.
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FeedBack: Reviews or constructive criticism requested. Hell if you hated it and found it unreadable I need to know that too. Or how do I get better.