Disclaimers in part one. This is just a possible end to
the series, not the true end.
Part 4: A Quick Death
*
"I want...I want you to end this. I want to be your third."
"I can't do it."
She grabbed my shirt, and I saw a flash of the old Slayer.
"You can, Spike, and when you do, I want you to tell my family,
and my friends what you did, and why. You will accept whatever
punishment they give you."
"They'll kill me!"
A feral light came into her eyes.
"I know."
"You relish this don't you, Slayer?"
She smiled, sadistically, and placed her hands on the side of my
neck, caressing my face with her thumbs. She was teasing me, her
mouth centimeters from mine.
She said softly, "Of course I do. It's the demon, makes me want
to be cruel, be twisted. But it's not what you want, is it?"
I watched her mouth, entranced.
She slapped me.
"Is it, Spike?"
I grabbed her and crushed her mouth to mine.
It was a violent union, all tongue and tooth. She struggled and
bit my lip, hard enough to draw blood. She moaned when she
tasted it and stopped struggling, and I, and I, fool that
I was, broke away. I murmured against her mouth, told her I
loved her, the sound humming between us.
She pushed me away, and moved angrily past me. She scrabbled on
the floor, searching for something. She found it and pushed it
into my hand.
A sliver of wood.
"Do it, Spike. Put me out of my misery."
Watching her dust settle I realized I didn't care anymore,
whatever happened to me, however my life ended.
I deserved whatever they gave me.
I did what she asked.
Joyce collapsed.
Dawn screamed and beat me with ineffectual fists.
Willow said nothing, but her eyes went dead.
Tara turned her back on me and cradled her love.
Anya said, "How could you?"
Giles swore.
Xander lashed out at me, violent tears streaking his face,
leaving me bloody.
Only he tied me to this tree.
It is an hour until sunrise.
the series, not the true end.
Part 4: A Quick Death
*
"I want...I want you to end this. I want to be your third."
"I can't do it."
She grabbed my shirt, and I saw a flash of the old Slayer.
"You can, Spike, and when you do, I want you to tell my family,
and my friends what you did, and why. You will accept whatever
punishment they give you."
"They'll kill me!"
A feral light came into her eyes.
"I know."
"You relish this don't you, Slayer?"
She smiled, sadistically, and placed her hands on the side of my
neck, caressing my face with her thumbs. She was teasing me, her
mouth centimeters from mine.
She said softly, "Of course I do. It's the demon, makes me want
to be cruel, be twisted. But it's not what you want, is it?"
I watched her mouth, entranced.
She slapped me.
"Is it, Spike?"
I grabbed her and crushed her mouth to mine.
It was a violent union, all tongue and tooth. She struggled and
bit my lip, hard enough to draw blood. She moaned when she
tasted it and stopped struggling, and I, and I, fool that
I was, broke away. I murmured against her mouth, told her I
loved her, the sound humming between us.
She pushed me away, and moved angrily past me. She scrabbled on
the floor, searching for something. She found it and pushed it
into my hand.
A sliver of wood.
"Do it, Spike. Put me out of my misery."
Watching her dust settle I realized I didn't care anymore,
whatever happened to me, however my life ended.
I deserved whatever they gave me.
I did what she asked.
Joyce collapsed.
Dawn screamed and beat me with ineffectual fists.
Willow said nothing, but her eyes went dead.
Tara turned her back on me and cradled her love.
Anya said, "How could you?"
Giles swore.
Xander lashed out at me, violent tears streaking his face,
leaving me bloody.
Only he tied me to this tree.
It is an hour until sunrise.