Title: Demon Speak (Epilogue to The Coming Out Party)
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Left alone in the house, the daylight-fearing members of the party have a confrontation and a conversation.
Rating: PG
Pairing: (all implied) Giles/Spike, Spike/Drusilla.
Spoilers: Only for my other fics
Warnings: None
Author Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read The Coming Out Party in full.
Story Notes: I'm aware that this is only a snippet. It used to be much longer, but most of it was unreadable dross. This is the all-new slim line version.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss is the man, etc, I don't even get chocolate money.
Spike stretches his supernatural senses, from their current home in the bathtub, to detect the whereabouts of his companions. All the humans seem to have left: Rupert went over an hour ago, saying something about seeing how the Magic Box was doing, so the house should be nearly empty. He seems to be in luck.
In Buffy's bedroom, Clem sleeps, blissfully unaware of the other occupants of the house. Boringly, he will remain this way for many hours yet. William dismisses him and moves on.
In Willow's bedroom, Lorne and Harmony discuss colour combinations and pop tunes.
"I liked Atomic Kitten, 'The Tide is High'," his ex is saying.
"No, no, much too much beat. I prefer Queen to Atomic Kitten. I'll sing Queen any day."
"Poof."
"Then why am I going out with Anya?"
"I don't know. You tell me." William heaves a sigh, and tunes them out. The Ramones were the best band ever, anyway.
Downstairs seems to be clear, so he pulls himself up and out the door, checking that the quarreles don't hear or see him as he moves towards the kitchen.
At the bottom of the stairs, he glances left and right, noticing Drusilla apparently deep in sleep on the sofa. Anxious to avoid another upsetting conversation with her, he slips into the kitchen, hungry for blood- or at least a drink of something.
"Why don't you speak to me, my Spike?" she hisses in his ear, as he puts a blood bag into the microwave.
He slams the door shut and pokes the button with an angry finger.
"Because I don't have anything to say."
"You're all upset, William- all the baby fish have tears in their eyes."
"Know what, Dru? I can't deal with your bloody baby fish. Just leave me alone, can't you?"
"My William, don't be nasty. I don't like it when you snap at me."
"Sorry, Dru- hell, no, I'm not. You left me. Shut up."
"You left me in your heart. All ashes then. Now you're sparkly, and hurting like the Daddy-beast."
"I'm not like Angel!"
"Don't hate me, William. It hurts me."
He pauses.
"It hurts me too," he finally admits. "I love Rupert, but- you and Angelus, you were my everything." ["'My north, my south, my east and west.' Auden." a little voice in his brain that remembers poetry says.]
"Can we be friends, then? Like the other one." A step forward and she's in his arms once more, a vision overtaking her.
"Of course we can, pet. Friends it is."
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Left alone in the house, the daylight-fearing members of the party have a confrontation and a conversation.
Rating: PG
Pairing: (all implied) Giles/Spike, Spike/Drusilla.
Spoilers: Only for my other fics
Warnings: None
Author Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read The Coming Out Party in full.
Story Notes: I'm aware that this is only a snippet. It used to be much longer, but most of it was unreadable dross. This is the all-new slim line version.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss is the man, etc, I don't even get chocolate money.
Spike stretches his supernatural senses, from their current home in the bathtub, to detect the whereabouts of his companions. All the humans seem to have left: Rupert went over an hour ago, saying something about seeing how the Magic Box was doing, so the house should be nearly empty. He seems to be in luck.
In Buffy's bedroom, Clem sleeps, blissfully unaware of the other occupants of the house. Boringly, he will remain this way for many hours yet. William dismisses him and moves on.
In Willow's bedroom, Lorne and Harmony discuss colour combinations and pop tunes.
"I liked Atomic Kitten, 'The Tide is High'," his ex is saying.
"No, no, much too much beat. I prefer Queen to Atomic Kitten. I'll sing Queen any day."
"Poof."
"Then why am I going out with Anya?"
"I don't know. You tell me." William heaves a sigh, and tunes them out. The Ramones were the best band ever, anyway.
Downstairs seems to be clear, so he pulls himself up and out the door, checking that the quarreles don't hear or see him as he moves towards the kitchen.
At the bottom of the stairs, he glances left and right, noticing Drusilla apparently deep in sleep on the sofa. Anxious to avoid another upsetting conversation with her, he slips into the kitchen, hungry for blood- or at least a drink of something.
"Why don't you speak to me, my Spike?" she hisses in his ear, as he puts a blood bag into the microwave.
He slams the door shut and pokes the button with an angry finger.
"Because I don't have anything to say."
"You're all upset, William- all the baby fish have tears in their eyes."
"Know what, Dru? I can't deal with your bloody baby fish. Just leave me alone, can't you?"
"My William, don't be nasty. I don't like it when you snap at me."
"Sorry, Dru- hell, no, I'm not. You left me. Shut up."
"You left me in your heart. All ashes then. Now you're sparkly, and hurting like the Daddy-beast."
"I'm not like Angel!"
"Don't hate me, William. It hurts me."
He pauses.
"It hurts me too," he finally admits. "I love Rupert, but- you and Angelus, you were my everything." ["'My north, my south, my east and west.' Auden." a little voice in his brain that remembers poetry says.]
"Can we be friends, then? Like the other one." A step forward and she's in his arms once more, a vision overtaking her.
"Of course we can, pet. Friends it is."