ok, now look. this won't be a long story. ok, bsbfan? i just can't. i mean, i love spike and willow stories. i just didn't think i'd be able to write one. but, hey, go figure, i am. so, i'll just write this as it comes to me, ok? so, here ya go...
enjoy...
in the dark
She woke up suddenly. She didn't know why. Her eyes darted around the room. Searching everywhere, everything. Then, her eyes fell on the window. It was open
She sat there. Staring. Trying to remember whether or not she had shut it. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she stood up. The carpet under her feet felt soft and warm, inviting.
As she began to walk towards the window, a cold wind emerged, rushing past her. She quickened her steps. In a matter of seconds she reached the open space.
She leaned out, and saw nothing. Only the stars above, and the ground below. But, she knew. He had been there. Watching her. She hadn't told anyone. Not Buffy, not Xander. No one. They wouldn't understand.
Hell, she didn't even know. Why had he picked her. She wasn't exactly his type. She wasn't pyscho, at least, not anymore, and she wasn't a vampire, or a slayer. So, why?
She'd thought to ask, on more than one occasion. But, she never did. Partly because she enjoyed it. She liked talking with someone who wouldn't judge, who didn't get that look in their eyes every time she tried to explain what had happened. He never got that look.
When he did show himself, they talked. Or, just sat in silence. They were comfortable with eachother. He hadn't told her everything that had happened. He'd said he wasn't ready. And she understand. That was one reason they could stand each other. They knew what the other was going through. He'd gotten a soul and she'd almost lost hers.
Another gust of the now frequent chilly air hit her. She began walking back towards the comfort of her warm bed. Where she could sleep. Where she could leave. Where she could go to a place where they were allowed to be together. A place where no one told them that they couldn't, or shouldn't.
As her head hit the pillow, she heard a rustling from the window. And, once again, she knew...
"Goodnight, Red," he whispered.
"Night..."
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I hope everyone who read that liked it. and thankyou so much for the reviews. they really help my whole inspiration thing. so, and thanks to everyone. bye all.
enjoy...
in the dark
She woke up suddenly. She didn't know why. Her eyes darted around the room. Searching everywhere, everything. Then, her eyes fell on the window. It was open
She sat there. Staring. Trying to remember whether or not she had shut it. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she stood up. The carpet under her feet felt soft and warm, inviting.
As she began to walk towards the window, a cold wind emerged, rushing past her. She quickened her steps. In a matter of seconds she reached the open space.
She leaned out, and saw nothing. Only the stars above, and the ground below. But, she knew. He had been there. Watching her. She hadn't told anyone. Not Buffy, not Xander. No one. They wouldn't understand.
Hell, she didn't even know. Why had he picked her. She wasn't exactly his type. She wasn't pyscho, at least, not anymore, and she wasn't a vampire, or a slayer. So, why?
She'd thought to ask, on more than one occasion. But, she never did. Partly because she enjoyed it. She liked talking with someone who wouldn't judge, who didn't get that look in their eyes every time she tried to explain what had happened. He never got that look.
When he did show himself, they talked. Or, just sat in silence. They were comfortable with eachother. He hadn't told her everything that had happened. He'd said he wasn't ready. And she understand. That was one reason they could stand each other. They knew what the other was going through. He'd gotten a soul and she'd almost lost hers.
Another gust of the now frequent chilly air hit her. She began walking back towards the comfort of her warm bed. Where she could sleep. Where she could leave. Where she could go to a place where they were allowed to be together. A place where no one told them that they couldn't, or shouldn't.
As her head hit the pillow, she heard a rustling from the window. And, once again, she knew...
"Goodnight, Red," he whispered.
"Night..."
***
I hope everyone who read that liked it. and thankyou so much for the reviews. they really help my whole inspiration thing. so, and thanks to everyone. bye all.