Note: 1/1. Short. Pointless. Just for fun.
Woke Up In A Car
Fuck. Something pushes against the back of my neck and it feels like a bloody
hammer. Shit, it's the dashboard. Yeah, that's nice to wake up to. Oh, God,
what time is it? My hair feels slanted to the right and as I reach my hand up
to spruce it up a bit, I catch a glimpse of the numbers on the digital.
Four in the bloody morning. Yeah, damnit, we gotta – well, I gotta
someplace to stay before the sun rises. Shit, I can hear my bones shift as I
stretch out. I never liked sleeping in cars anyway. Damnit. My neck is killing
me.
The windows are foggy and the leather is cold. Not that I really mind the cold,
but she does. And it takes me a moment to realize she isn't here. I grab the
blanket from the back seat (gotta remember to take the axe out and clean off
the Gaurk blood) and wipe away some of the fog. Which is odd, because I'm the
only one in here and I have no body heat. She probably went out a little while
ago.
Fucking A. She's a bloody cute little thing. Dancing around out there in the
river, up in her knees. Damnit. I'm a regular fucking Peeping Tom. My left hand
reaches to the back of my neck again (shit, it really is killing me) and I
can't help but let out this big bloody smile at her outside. Bloody hell. I'm a
vampire, I don't smile. I smirk. I grin. I don't smile.
Her laughing eyes catch mine. Shit, if I didn't know better, I'd say that my
smile just got bigger – brighter. Shit. I'm a vampire. And since when do
I have to remind myself? Damnit.
She's beautiful when she smiles.
Where am I again? Right, in the car. Now, where am I again?
"Are we there yet?"
You'd think after five hours of listening to her yammer about cows and
shopping, I'd be used to it. But, bloody hell, would she just shut up? It
wasn't as if New York were three bloody minutes away.
"How much longerrr?"
God damnit, she's using her whiney voice and her stupid pout.
"Spiiiiike…"
Damnit.
"Stop ignoring me."
She's the one that woke me three in the bloody afternoon, barging in with a
duffle bag wanting to go on a road trip. Well, that was a good thing, I
suppose. Finally getting that screw all attitude and having some fun, I guess.
But, God damnit, there's the pout again. Maybe if I just close my eyes…
"Spike! Eyes on the road, vampire!"
Right, shit.
"Whatever, don't talk, be broody. I'm going to sleep."
Bitch. "I'm not brooding. I do not brood!"
Yeah, go to sleep. And her eyes flutter shut, that hint of a smile playing at
her lips. Fucking cute. Her head rests on the back of her seat, displaying her
neck out in the open. The sweet sound of her blood pulsating beneath her smooth
silk skin. Would she notice? A little bite wouldn't hurt, would it? Fucking
William, no! Fuck, yeah, I'm a vampire.
She makes a small sighing sound and she snuggles up against my shoulder. Shit.
She's beautiful.