Life flashing before his eyes all Spike could do was curse himself for a bloody
bloody idiot.
A part of him chuckled at the pun. William the Bloody, aka Spike aka William
aka Bloody Idiot.
Now he understood he had never truly known pain. The poet's humiliation.
Death All the thrashings. The church organ. Loosing Dru. The fucking
castrating chip. Buffy. The return of his soul. He thought that had been the
worst.
Pain in his body. Burning up. His chest, his veins all burning up. But he
couldn't move. No way to ease the bloody pain. Worse than the spark. The
damned soul ate at him. This crucified him.
Both together.
Eating burning. Eating burning.
Dimly he recalled Camille. Was that her he felt feeding from his agony like he
had fed from her? Bl…..
Sounds… he was back in 18… lords and ladies having a party… fine...
refined… laughter… oh I'm having a grand time… laughter like
daggers…laughing at me?… why laugh at me? I feel… not like you you
heartless bastards… laughing at me…everyone…all those birds whatever
their names were always laughing at me…poor me…poor bloody William the
Spike. Precious precocious pets.
He felt the hot tears on his cheeks. Sapless git. Crying like a baby.
You're a big bad vampire now. Bit the crazy fairy Lady. Bit her and saved her.
Kept her for yourself. Your very own…pet..
Yes. Lords and Ladies having a very fine refined time. Dressed to kill.
Feasting. Feasting on the agony of their newest pet.
They winked. Winked out.
He was suffocating! Fighting for air! Fighting to breath for life!
EUEHGAHGHGH !
He panted and dragged in great lungs full of sweet, no bitter rank air. But he
just kept lying there on the cold crypt floor breathing for all he was worth.
Until he hyperventilated so much his head began to swim and blankness
aimed to claim him.
Fag, must have fag. He struggled to his knees, breathing raggedly.
Breathing. Breathing? BREATHING??????
He found the Marlboros and the Zippo, Shakily got them together and a life
saving fag between his lips, dry where the silvery blood was caked on.
He dragged and nearly choked. Coughing and sputtering. Head and mind
reeling.
Camille crouched beside him, head on one side, curious. He ignored her.
Spike held his hand to his mouth and exhaled. Bollocks! I EXHALED. I felt a
bloody breath on my hand.
He passed out again.
* * *
This time he lay curled and hugging himself. He heard voices demanding his
attention by their very existence. He stifled a moan remembering the
creatures liked to feed on his hurt. He felt so bloody weak and defenceless
but he breathed, his heart beat, he felt a pulse.
Hadn't felt like that since dear old da…He retched. Dryly. He was a husk. But
a human husk. All that glorious evil power was nowhere to be found. Just
memories.
Come on mate. You have more than 110 years of history in you. Big Bad
history granted. But they made you the man you are now. The same man who
loved a girl so much he went through hell to get his soul back. Well. You're
not a 'thing' anymore are you William?
Sod it. Always hated that poofter name. 'Cept when my sweet Dru whispered
it.
Go find Buffy and breath on her. Go out in the sun.
He shuddered and cringed at the idea. All he seemed to know was how to be
a vampire. Sod it all, he had liked being bad. He wasn't that sappy poet
anymore than a four year old is the adult he becomes.
He began to laugh hysterically. Spikey looses his marbles again. Whooppee!
Spike sniffed. Mmmm. His stomach grumbled. Stomach grumble?
Oh yeah. I remember. He sneered. Reached in his shirt for a fag. He kept his
eyes closed, smelling and listening.
His senses appeared to be as acute as a vampire's. He thought of fresh AB
pos. He retched. Well, that's that then.
In his crypt he heard the sounds of cooking, the sound of someone dragging
on a fag. No a reefer his nose told him.
He cracked his eyelids. Camille. Still that moonlight glow.
"Good evening Spike.'
Her voice still that of an angel despite the reefer in her mouth. Soddin'
druggie. But he sighed at her gorgeous visage.
"Evenin' luv.' Couldn't hurt to be polite after all they had shagged. And he had
drunk her blood. Her blood like ice.
And she is cooking bacon and kippers. Not many girls he knew did THAT.
His stomach grumbled again.
He leapt nimbly to his feet in one movement. Still have it then.
He felt hungrier than he ever had in his life or unlife. But he still felt the power
in him.
He breathed. He felt hunger. He even needed a leak. But he felt the power in
him. In the background like his humanity had been. What the fuck was he
now?
Camille served them both and Spike ate. And ate. There was no conversation.
He cleaned the pot with bread and then he sat back, nearly sated. .His taut
muscles couldn't diminish a bulge in his belly. He sighed with great mortal
pleasure.
"So, Camille, luv. Been feelin' the urge to bite necks?
He lit up. Looked speculatively at her. Her blood had turned him into a man
again. Some kind of man anyway. Was he mortal now then?
She shrugged. "My Lord has done with me now. Your impetuous action
changed everything.'
"You're telling me. So you don't know what effect your fairy blood has on
vampires?'
"You appear to have regained your stolen humanity. Poor Spike. You have
been babbling for what I think has been two days. I seem to be learning time
again. My Lord has forsaken me but I still I crave him.' She shuddered.
"Ah, luv, come here.' He opened his arms to her. He really did love women.
They got into his heart and that was that. She was a bloody good shag too.
But now his to his warm human touch she was almost painfully freezing.
And now he had a heart. He felt it beating as he held her and caressed her.
His beautifully beating heart
* * *
"Spike?" Xander nearly choked on his hot dog. There was big bad vampire
Spike walking down the street in broad daylight.
Sun was pouring down on him and he was smiling. Actually smiling and
whistling. And he was so colourful. Yellow shirt, red trousers, bright blue
eyes. Still the same coat and Doc Martens.
Oh, I get it now, It's some kind of weird doppleganger Good Spike.
'Whelp. Luvly day init? Sun shining. Birds singing. Pretty human birds in the
streets"
'Spike?'
"Here, don't choke, Xapper." He turned to the vendor. ' I'll have one of them
an all."
* * *
"Spike!'
Buffy jumped and reached for the nearest weapon she could. The frying pan.
Full of sizzling bacon.
"Mmm. Smells good, pet."
"Spike?' She had heard something garbled from Xander about a Good Spike
running around in the broad daylight and eating hotdogs. And dressed…
"Why are you dressed like that?" He looked like Spike. Same smirk, filthy
cigarette, bright blue eyes. That now matched his shirt. Those jeans…do not
go there. Are those roses on his cheeks? He looks somehow HEALTHY.
He shrugged. " Dunno. Can't a fellow dress in spring colours without the
Spanish Inquisition? "
"It's winter, Spike." She was getting really nervous now. A mentally unstable
Spike only meant trouble. She hefted the pan. Fat spat out at her. Ouch.
"Here, don't want to ruin the nibblet's tea do you ? Just came to say that wot I
said last time? Well, I was havin' a bit of a bad hair day. So, if you need back
up any time… Spikes the word eh?'
He ground the butt out on the kitchen linoleum. Turned and left.
* * *
So night in Sunnydale cemetery. Last night he and Camille had been totally
busy. All night. He dragged on the fag.
Unstable girl that. Don't know what to do with her. Smokes pot like the
proverbial. And can't seem to leave those ghost scars alone.
Then.
Then there are the times she shudders in want of her bloody bastard Lord.
Just up and left her like that. Don't know what that hold he has on her is. She
mentioned his blood in her. But her blood in me just made me whole again. Or
something like. Shaggarific tho. Can't abandon her after wot she did for me.
'Tra la la la la. I smell ice!"
Spikes newly beating heart did an abrupt stop and start on him.
'Ice and flowers my love."
"Dru, pet." He swallowed. Who the hell had it in for him?
She floated up close to him smiling madly up into his face.
She breathed him in again. Then a sharp shocked cry, like a crow.
"Human! You smell Human, William.'
Bloody hell.
She morphed. Life flashing before his eyes all Spike could do was curse
himself for a bloody bloody idiot.
A part of him chuckled at the pun. William the Bloody, aka Spike aka William
aka Bloody Idiot.
Now he understood he had never truly known pain. The poet's humiliation.
Death All the thrashings. The church organ. Loosing Dru. The fucking
castrating chip. Buffy. The return of his soul. He thought that had been the
worst.
Pain in his body. Burning up. His chest, his veins all burning up. But he
couldn't move. No way to ease the bloody pain. Worse than the spark. The
damned soul ate at him. This crucified him.
Both together.
Eating burning. Eating burning.
Dimly he recalled Camille. Was that her he felt feeding from his agony like he
had fed from her? Bl…..
Sounds… he was back in 18… lords and ladies having a party… fine...
refined… laughter… oh I'm having a grand time… laughter like
daggers…laughing at me?… why laugh at me? I feel… not like you you
heartless bastards… laughing at me…everyone…all those birds whatever
their names were always laughing at me…poor me…poor bloody William the
Spike. Precious precocious pets.
He felt the hot tears on his cheeks. Sapless git. Crying like a baby.
You're a big bad vampire now. Bit the crazy fairy Lady. Bit her and saved her.
Kept her for yourself. Your very own…pet..
Yes. Lords and Ladies having a very fine refined time. Dressed to kill.
Feasting. Feasting on the agony of their newest pet.
They winked. Winked out.
He was suffocating! Fighting for air! Fighting to breath for life!
EUEHGAHGHGH !
He panted and dragged in great lungs full of sweet, no bitter rank air. But he
just kept lying there on the cold crypt floor breathing for all he was worth.
Until he hyperventilated so much his head began to swim and blankness
aimed to claim him.
Fag, must have fag. He struggled to his knees, breathing raggedly.
Breathing. Breathing? BREATHING??????
He found the Marlboros and the Zippo, Shakily got them together and a life
saving fag between his lips, dry where the silvery blood was caked on.
He dragged and nearly choked. Coughing and sputtering. Head and mind
reeling.
Camille crouched beside him, head on one side, curious. He ignored her.
Spike held his hand to his mouth and exhaled. Bollocks! I EXHALED. I felt a
bloody breath on my hand.
He passed out again.
* * *
This time he lay curled and hugging himself. He heard voices demanding his
attention by their very existence. He stifled a moan remembering the
creatures liked to feed on his hurt. He felt so bloody weak and defenceless
but he breathed, his heart beat, he felt a pulse.
Hadn't felt like that since dear old da…He retched. Dryly. He was a husk. But
a human husk. All that glorious evil power was nowhere to be found. Just
memories.
Come on mate. You have more than 110 years of history in you. Big Bad
history granted. But they made you the man you are now. The same man who
loved a girl so much he went through hell to get his soul back. Well. You're
not a 'thing' anymore are you William?
Sod it. Always hated that poofter name. 'Cept when my sweet Dru whispered
it.
Go find Buffy and breath on her. Go out in the sun.
He shuddered and cringed at the idea. All he seemed to know was how to be
a vampire. Sod it all, he had liked being bad. He wasn't that sappy poet
anymore than a four year old is the adult he becomes.
He began to laugh hysterically. Spikey looses his marbles again. Whooppee!
Spike sniffed. Mmmm. His stomach grumbled. Stomach grumble?
Oh yeah. I remember. He sneered. Reached in his shirt for a fag. He kept his
eyes closed, smelling and listening.
His senses appeared to be as acute as a vampire's. He thought of fresh AB
pos. He retched. Well, that's that then.
In his crypt he heard the sounds of cooking, the sound of someone dragging
on a fag. No a reefer his nose told him.
He cracked his eyelids. Camille. Still that moonlight glow.
"Good evening Spike.'
Her voice still that of an angel despite the reefer in her mouth. Soddin'
druggie. But he sighed at her gorgeous visage.
"Evenin' luv.' Couldn't hurt to be polite after all they had shagged. And he had
drunk her blood. Her blood like ice.
And she is cooking bacon and kippers. Not many girls he knew did THAT.
His stomach grumbled again.
He leapt nimbly to his feet in one movement. Still have it then.
He felt hungrier than he ever had in his life or unlife. But he still felt the power
in him.
He breathed. He felt hunger. He even needed a leak. But he felt the power in
him. In the background like his humanity had been. What the fuck was he
now?
Camille served them both and Spike ate. And ate. There was no conversation.
He cleaned the pot with bread and then he sat back, nearly sated. .His taut
muscles couldn't diminish a bulge in his belly. He sighed with great mortal
pleasure.
"So, Camille, luv. Been feelin' the urge to bite necks?
He lit up. Looked speculatively at her. Her blood had turned him into a man
again. Some kind of man anyway. Was he mortal now then?
She shrugged. "My Lord has done with me now. Your impetuous action
changed everything.'
"You're telling me. So you don't know what effect your fairy blood has on
vampires?'
"You appear to have regained your stolen humanity. Poor Spike. You have
been babbling for what I think has been two days. I seem to be learning time
again. My Lord has forsaken me but I still I crave him.' She shuddered.
"Ah, luv, come here.' He opened his arms to her. He really did love women.
They got into his heart and that was that. She was a bloody good shag too.
But now his to his warm human touch she was almost painfully freezing.
And now he had a heart. He felt it beating as he held her and caressed her.
His beautifully beating heart
* * *
"Spike?" Xander nearly choked on his hot dog. There was big bad vampire
Spike walking down the street in broad daylight.
Sun was pouring down on him and he was smiling. Actually smiling and
whistling. And he was so colourful. Yellow shirt, red trousers, bright blue
eyes. Still the same coat and Doc Martens.
Oh, I get it now, It's some kind of weird doppleganger Good Spike.
'Whelp. Luvly day init? Sun shining. Birds singing. Pretty human birds in the
streets"
'Spike?'
"Here, don't choke, Xapper." He turned to the vendor. ' I'll have one of them
an all."
* * *
"Spike!'
Buffy jumped and reached for the nearest weapon she could. The frying pan.
Full of sizzling bacon.
"Mmm. Smells good, pet."
"Spike?' She had heard something garbled from Xander about a Good Spike
running around in the broad daylight and eating hotdogs. And dressed…
"Why are you dressed like that?" He looked like Spike. Same smirk, filthy
cigarette, bright blue eyes. That now matched his shirt. Those jeans…do not
go there. Are those roses on his cheeks? He looks somehow HEALTHY.
He shrugged. " Dunno. Can't a fellow dress in spring colours without the
Spanish Inquisition? "
"It's winter, Spike." She was getting really nervous now. A mentally unstable
Spike only meant trouble. She hefted the pan. Fat spat out at her. Ouch.
"Here, don't want to ruin the nibblet's tea do you ? Just came to say that wot I
said last time? Well, I was havin' a bit of a bad hair day. So, if you need back
up any time… Spikes the word eh?'
He ground the butt out on the kitchen linoleum. Turned and left.
* * *
So night in Sunnydale cemetery. Last night he and Camille had been totally
busy. All night. He dragged on the fag.
Unstable girl that. Don't know what to do with her. Smokes pot like the
proverbial. And can't seem to leave those ghost scars alone.
Then.
Then there are the times she shudders in want of her bloody bastard Lord.
Just up and left her like that. Don't know what that hold he has on her is. She
mentioned his blood in her. But her blood in me just made me whole again. Or
something like. Shaggarific tho. Can't abandon her after wot she did for me.
'Tra la la la la. I smell ice!"
Spikes newly beating heart did an abrupt stop and start on him.
'Ice and flowers my love."
"Dru, pet." He swallowed. Who the hell had it in for him?
She floated up close to him smiling madly up into his face.
She breathed him in again. Then a sharp shocked cry, like a crow.
"Human! You smell Human, William.'
Bloody hell.
She morphed.
Lunged at his now precious throat.
Well, this'll test me strength.
He took hold of her shoulders managing to keep her fangs away. She fought
him.
Lunged at his now precious throat.
Well, this'll test me strength.
He took hold of her shoulders managing to keep her fangs away. She fought
him.
bloody idiot.
A part of him chuckled at the pun. William the Bloody, aka Spike aka William
aka Bloody Idiot.
Now he understood he had never truly known pain. The poet's humiliation.
Death All the thrashings. The church organ. Loosing Dru. The fucking
castrating chip. Buffy. The return of his soul. He thought that had been the
worst.
Pain in his body. Burning up. His chest, his veins all burning up. But he
couldn't move. No way to ease the bloody pain. Worse than the spark. The
damned soul ate at him. This crucified him.
Both together.
Eating burning. Eating burning.
Dimly he recalled Camille. Was that her he felt feeding from his agony like he
had fed from her? Bl…..
Sounds… he was back in 18… lords and ladies having a party… fine...
refined… laughter… oh I'm having a grand time… laughter like
daggers…laughing at me?… why laugh at me? I feel… not like you you
heartless bastards… laughing at me…everyone…all those birds whatever
their names were always laughing at me…poor me…poor bloody William the
Spike. Precious precocious pets.
He felt the hot tears on his cheeks. Sapless git. Crying like a baby.
You're a big bad vampire now. Bit the crazy fairy Lady. Bit her and saved her.
Kept her for yourself. Your very own…pet..
Yes. Lords and Ladies having a very fine refined time. Dressed to kill.
Feasting. Feasting on the agony of their newest pet.
They winked. Winked out.
He was suffocating! Fighting for air! Fighting to breath for life!
EUEHGAHGHGH !
He panted and dragged in great lungs full of sweet, no bitter rank air. But he
just kept lying there on the cold crypt floor breathing for all he was worth.
Until he hyperventilated so much his head began to swim and blankness
aimed to claim him.
Fag, must have fag. He struggled to his knees, breathing raggedly.
Breathing. Breathing? BREATHING??????
He found the Marlboros and the Zippo, Shakily got them together and a life
saving fag between his lips, dry where the silvery blood was caked on.
He dragged and nearly choked. Coughing and sputtering. Head and mind
reeling.
Camille crouched beside him, head on one side, curious. He ignored her.
Spike held his hand to his mouth and exhaled. Bollocks! I EXHALED. I felt a
bloody breath on my hand.
He passed out again.
* * *
This time he lay curled and hugging himself. He heard voices demanding his
attention by their very existence. He stifled a moan remembering the
creatures liked to feed on his hurt. He felt so bloody weak and defenceless
but he breathed, his heart beat, he felt a pulse.
Hadn't felt like that since dear old da…He retched. Dryly. He was a husk. But
a human husk. All that glorious evil power was nowhere to be found. Just
memories.
Come on mate. You have more than 110 years of history in you. Big Bad
history granted. But they made you the man you are now. The same man who
loved a girl so much he went through hell to get his soul back. Well. You're
not a 'thing' anymore are you William?
Sod it. Always hated that poofter name. 'Cept when my sweet Dru whispered
it.
Go find Buffy and breath on her. Go out in the sun.
He shuddered and cringed at the idea. All he seemed to know was how to be
a vampire. Sod it all, he had liked being bad. He wasn't that sappy poet
anymore than a four year old is the adult he becomes.
He began to laugh hysterically. Spikey looses his marbles again. Whooppee!
Spike sniffed. Mmmm. His stomach grumbled. Stomach grumble?
Oh yeah. I remember. He sneered. Reached in his shirt for a fag. He kept his
eyes closed, smelling and listening.
His senses appeared to be as acute as a vampire's. He thought of fresh AB
pos. He retched. Well, that's that then.
In his crypt he heard the sounds of cooking, the sound of someone dragging
on a fag. No a reefer his nose told him.
He cracked his eyelids. Camille. Still that moonlight glow.
"Good evening Spike.'
Her voice still that of an angel despite the reefer in her mouth. Soddin'
druggie. But he sighed at her gorgeous visage.
"Evenin' luv.' Couldn't hurt to be polite after all they had shagged. And he had
drunk her blood. Her blood like ice.
And she is cooking bacon and kippers. Not many girls he knew did THAT.
His stomach grumbled again.
He leapt nimbly to his feet in one movement. Still have it then.
He felt hungrier than he ever had in his life or unlife. But he still felt the power
in him.
He breathed. He felt hunger. He even needed a leak. But he felt the power in
him. In the background like his humanity had been. What the fuck was he
now?
Camille served them both and Spike ate. And ate. There was no conversation.
He cleaned the pot with bread and then he sat back, nearly sated. .His taut
muscles couldn't diminish a bulge in his belly. He sighed with great mortal
pleasure.
"So, Camille, luv. Been feelin' the urge to bite necks?
He lit up. Looked speculatively at her. Her blood had turned him into a man
again. Some kind of man anyway. Was he mortal now then?
She shrugged. "My Lord has done with me now. Your impetuous action
changed everything.'
"You're telling me. So you don't know what effect your fairy blood has on
vampires?'
"You appear to have regained your stolen humanity. Poor Spike. You have
been babbling for what I think has been two days. I seem to be learning time
again. My Lord has forsaken me but I still I crave him.' She shuddered.
"Ah, luv, come here.' He opened his arms to her. He really did love women.
They got into his heart and that was that. She was a bloody good shag too.
But now his to his warm human touch she was almost painfully freezing.
And now he had a heart. He felt it beating as he held her and caressed her.
His beautifully beating heart
* * *
"Spike?" Xander nearly choked on his hot dog. There was big bad vampire
Spike walking down the street in broad daylight.
Sun was pouring down on him and he was smiling. Actually smiling and
whistling. And he was so colourful. Yellow shirt, red trousers, bright blue
eyes. Still the same coat and Doc Martens.
Oh, I get it now, It's some kind of weird doppleganger Good Spike.
'Whelp. Luvly day init? Sun shining. Birds singing. Pretty human birds in the
streets"
'Spike?'
"Here, don't choke, Xapper." He turned to the vendor. ' I'll have one of them
an all."
* * *
"Spike!'
Buffy jumped and reached for the nearest weapon she could. The frying pan.
Full of sizzling bacon.
"Mmm. Smells good, pet."
"Spike?' She had heard something garbled from Xander about a Good Spike
running around in the broad daylight and eating hotdogs. And dressed…
"Why are you dressed like that?" He looked like Spike. Same smirk, filthy
cigarette, bright blue eyes. That now matched his shirt. Those jeans…do not
go there. Are those roses on his cheeks? He looks somehow HEALTHY.
He shrugged. " Dunno. Can't a fellow dress in spring colours without the
Spanish Inquisition? "
"It's winter, Spike." She was getting really nervous now. A mentally unstable
Spike only meant trouble. She hefted the pan. Fat spat out at her. Ouch.
"Here, don't want to ruin the nibblet's tea do you ? Just came to say that wot I
said last time? Well, I was havin' a bit of a bad hair day. So, if you need back
up any time… Spikes the word eh?'
He ground the butt out on the kitchen linoleum. Turned and left.
* * *
So night in Sunnydale cemetery. Last night he and Camille had been totally
busy. All night. He dragged on the fag.
Unstable girl that. Don't know what to do with her. Smokes pot like the
proverbial. And can't seem to leave those ghost scars alone.
Then.
Then there are the times she shudders in want of her bloody bastard Lord.
Just up and left her like that. Don't know what that hold he has on her is. She
mentioned his blood in her. But her blood in me just made me whole again. Or
something like. Shaggarific tho. Can't abandon her after wot she did for me.
'Tra la la la la. I smell ice!"
Spikes newly beating heart did an abrupt stop and start on him.
'Ice and flowers my love."
"Dru, pet." He swallowed. Who the hell had it in for him?
She floated up close to him smiling madly up into his face.
She breathed him in again. Then a sharp shocked cry, like a crow.
"Human! You smell Human, William.'
Bloody hell.
She morphed. Life flashing before his eyes all Spike could do was curse
himself for a bloody bloody idiot.
A part of him chuckled at the pun. William the Bloody, aka Spike aka William
aka Bloody Idiot.
Now he understood he had never truly known pain. The poet's humiliation.
Death All the thrashings. The church organ. Loosing Dru. The fucking
castrating chip. Buffy. The return of his soul. He thought that had been the
worst.
Pain in his body. Burning up. His chest, his veins all burning up. But he
couldn't move. No way to ease the bloody pain. Worse than the spark. The
damned soul ate at him. This crucified him.
Both together.
Eating burning. Eating burning.
Dimly he recalled Camille. Was that her he felt feeding from his agony like he
had fed from her? Bl…..
Sounds… he was back in 18… lords and ladies having a party… fine...
refined… laughter… oh I'm having a grand time… laughter like
daggers…laughing at me?… why laugh at me? I feel… not like you you
heartless bastards… laughing at me…everyone…all those birds whatever
their names were always laughing at me…poor me…poor bloody William the
Spike. Precious precocious pets.
He felt the hot tears on his cheeks. Sapless git. Crying like a baby.
You're a big bad vampire now. Bit the crazy fairy Lady. Bit her and saved her.
Kept her for yourself. Your very own…pet..
Yes. Lords and Ladies having a very fine refined time. Dressed to kill.
Feasting. Feasting on the agony of their newest pet.
They winked. Winked out.
He was suffocating! Fighting for air! Fighting to breath for life!
EUEHGAHGHGH !
He panted and dragged in great lungs full of sweet, no bitter rank air. But he
just kept lying there on the cold crypt floor breathing for all he was worth.
Until he hyperventilated so much his head began to swim and blankness
aimed to claim him.
Fag, must have fag. He struggled to his knees, breathing raggedly.
Breathing. Breathing? BREATHING??????
He found the Marlboros and the Zippo, Shakily got them together and a life
saving fag between his lips, dry where the silvery blood was caked on.
He dragged and nearly choked. Coughing and sputtering. Head and mind
reeling.
Camille crouched beside him, head on one side, curious. He ignored her.
Spike held his hand to his mouth and exhaled. Bollocks! I EXHALED. I felt a
bloody breath on my hand.
He passed out again.
* * *
This time he lay curled and hugging himself. He heard voices demanding his
attention by their very existence. He stifled a moan remembering the
creatures liked to feed on his hurt. He felt so bloody weak and defenceless
but he breathed, his heart beat, he felt a pulse.
Hadn't felt like that since dear old da…He retched. Dryly. He was a husk. But
a human husk. All that glorious evil power was nowhere to be found. Just
memories.
Come on mate. You have more than 110 years of history in you. Big Bad
history granted. But they made you the man you are now. The same man who
loved a girl so much he went through hell to get his soul back. Well. You're
not a 'thing' anymore are you William?
Sod it. Always hated that poofter name. 'Cept when my sweet Dru whispered
it.
Go find Buffy and breath on her. Go out in the sun.
He shuddered and cringed at the idea. All he seemed to know was how to be
a vampire. Sod it all, he had liked being bad. He wasn't that sappy poet
anymore than a four year old is the adult he becomes.
He began to laugh hysterically. Spikey looses his marbles again. Whooppee!
Spike sniffed. Mmmm. His stomach grumbled. Stomach grumble?
Oh yeah. I remember. He sneered. Reached in his shirt for a fag. He kept his
eyes closed, smelling and listening.
His senses appeared to be as acute as a vampire's. He thought of fresh AB
pos. He retched. Well, that's that then.
In his crypt he heard the sounds of cooking, the sound of someone dragging
on a fag. No a reefer his nose told him.
He cracked his eyelids. Camille. Still that moonlight glow.
"Good evening Spike.'
Her voice still that of an angel despite the reefer in her mouth. Soddin'
druggie. But he sighed at her gorgeous visage.
"Evenin' luv.' Couldn't hurt to be polite after all they had shagged. And he had
drunk her blood. Her blood like ice.
And she is cooking bacon and kippers. Not many girls he knew did THAT.
His stomach grumbled again.
He leapt nimbly to his feet in one movement. Still have it then.
He felt hungrier than he ever had in his life or unlife. But he still felt the power
in him.
He breathed. He felt hunger. He even needed a leak. But he felt the power in
him. In the background like his humanity had been. What the fuck was he
now?
Camille served them both and Spike ate. And ate. There was no conversation.
He cleaned the pot with bread and then he sat back, nearly sated. .His taut
muscles couldn't diminish a bulge in his belly. He sighed with great mortal
pleasure.
"So, Camille, luv. Been feelin' the urge to bite necks?
He lit up. Looked speculatively at her. Her blood had turned him into a man
again. Some kind of man anyway. Was he mortal now then?
She shrugged. "My Lord has done with me now. Your impetuous action
changed everything.'
"You're telling me. So you don't know what effect your fairy blood has on
vampires?'
"You appear to have regained your stolen humanity. Poor Spike. You have
been babbling for what I think has been two days. I seem to be learning time
again. My Lord has forsaken me but I still I crave him.' She shuddered.
"Ah, luv, come here.' He opened his arms to her. He really did love women.
They got into his heart and that was that. She was a bloody good shag too.
But now his to his warm human touch she was almost painfully freezing.
And now he had a heart. He felt it beating as he held her and caressed her.
His beautifully beating heart
* * *
"Spike?" Xander nearly choked on his hot dog. There was big bad vampire
Spike walking down the street in broad daylight.
Sun was pouring down on him and he was smiling. Actually smiling and
whistling. And he was so colourful. Yellow shirt, red trousers, bright blue
eyes. Still the same coat and Doc Martens.
Oh, I get it now, It's some kind of weird doppleganger Good Spike.
'Whelp. Luvly day init? Sun shining. Birds singing. Pretty human birds in the
streets"
'Spike?'
"Here, don't choke, Xapper." He turned to the vendor. ' I'll have one of them
an all."
* * *
"Spike!'
Buffy jumped and reached for the nearest weapon she could. The frying pan.
Full of sizzling bacon.
"Mmm. Smells good, pet."
"Spike?' She had heard something garbled from Xander about a Good Spike
running around in the broad daylight and eating hotdogs. And dressed…
"Why are you dressed like that?" He looked like Spike. Same smirk, filthy
cigarette, bright blue eyes. That now matched his shirt. Those jeans…do not
go there. Are those roses on his cheeks? He looks somehow HEALTHY.
He shrugged. " Dunno. Can't a fellow dress in spring colours without the
Spanish Inquisition? "
"It's winter, Spike." She was getting really nervous now. A mentally unstable
Spike only meant trouble. She hefted the pan. Fat spat out at her. Ouch.
"Here, don't want to ruin the nibblet's tea do you ? Just came to say that wot I
said last time? Well, I was havin' a bit of a bad hair day. So, if you need back
up any time… Spikes the word eh?'
He ground the butt out on the kitchen linoleum. Turned and left.
* * *
So night in Sunnydale cemetery. Last night he and Camille had been totally
busy. All night. He dragged on the fag.
Unstable girl that. Don't know what to do with her. Smokes pot like the
proverbial. And can't seem to leave those ghost scars alone.
Then.
Then there are the times she shudders in want of her bloody bastard Lord.
Just up and left her like that. Don't know what that hold he has on her is. She
mentioned his blood in her. But her blood in me just made me whole again. Or
something like. Shaggarific tho. Can't abandon her after wot she did for me.
'Tra la la la la. I smell ice!"
Spikes newly beating heart did an abrupt stop and start on him.
'Ice and flowers my love."
"Dru, pet." He swallowed. Who the hell had it in for him?
She floated up close to him smiling madly up into his face.
She breathed him in again. Then a sharp shocked cry, like a crow.
"Human! You smell Human, William.'
Bloody hell.
She morphed.
Lunged at his now precious throat.
Well, this'll test me strength.
He took hold of her shoulders managing to keep her fangs away. She fought
him.
Lunged at his now precious throat.
Well, this'll test me strength.
He took hold of her shoulders managing to keep her fangs away. She fought
him.