Michelle McDermott
February 10, 2003
Something Written
He was sitting in his crypt, not really knowing what to do with himself. The sun was now out and normally he would be fast asleep. But, he couldn't even close his eyes without seeing her lying there broken-the broken Slayer. He got up and started to pace the room again for the hundredth time. His mind was working over time, but his body was completely numb. Giles and the others all left after the ambulance took her away, and there he stood in the shadows. He stood away from the sun and just stared at the place where she fell. He couldn't get any closer to it or he to would be no more. It seemed like years that they had that moment in her house, instead of a couple of hours ago. As the sun rose more over Sunnydale, he couldn't bare it anymore and left. Though he did have second thoughts of staying out, maybe if he was killed by day he could see her again, be with her. No, that would be wrong, especially if he didn't end up in the right place. He dragged his own sore and broken body away to a nearby manhole and drop into the sewer. Spike started to walk, not really paying attention to where he was going.
He was replaying the entire night again in his head starting with Giles's speech about lit bit's blood and the gates of hell. "Cause it's always gotta be blood." His own words both hunted him and made him sick now. 'Blood, it was her's instead of Dawn's that stopped it.' He thought to himself, getting all choked up again as the tears started to slide down his face. He stopped walking and turned and punched the brick wall beside him, "Damn Slayer." He said to the air around him. When he pulled his hand back it was covered in blood. He looked at it and gave a grunt of a disgusted, 'More blood.' He thought as he shook off the dripping blood. Blood that was what his life had been all about ever since he became someone who depended on it so many years ago. But blood to him meant something different it was food, It's what gave him "life", but to someone else it was different or maybe not. Many things were made out of it in this world and they also depended on it. Hell, he even told Buffy and her poof once that love was made out of it. "Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, it's blood screaming inside you to work its will." He told them. It was true. Blood is connected to Love, Life, Family and of course always Passion.' This was now going through his head, he decided then and there to let it out. Where no one could hear the vampire weep about a girl, his mortal enemy, his love. Spike threw back his head and with all his might screaming at the top of his lungs as more tears fell from his eyes. Falling to his knees when he finished, feeling completely drained. As if some had power-kicked him the entire time. He found himself panting, even though he didn't have to between his sobs. He eventually made it to his place.
The first thing he did was to find something to drink. He already drank down the contents in the flask within seconds. He needed more to help him, to make him not feel or maybe feel again. He didn't see any on the dresser, or the table. "Bloody hell." He mumbled to himself and started for the stairs to the upper level. No, he needed to find something to put his mind on for a couple of seconds. Spike moved something around, opening drawers-nothing. Another drawers, still nothing. He had enough he knocked the piece of furniture down. Things went flying around the room, but he didn't care. He turned away and went upstairs finally.
When he emerge through the trap door, he just looked around and his eyes fell upon the tomb in the middle of the room. Soon Buffy would be closed up in one and put in the ground forever. Suddenly he remembers that he lived in the middle of the cemetery. Would they bury her here? No, this place was to old and she deserved a much nice place. God, he needed a drink, he made a beeline for the refrigerator. He opened the door nothing but a couple of plastic containers full of blood. He pulled one out, trying to remember if he spiked it making a real Bloody Mary. But, when he pulled off the lid he just looked at the red substance. Suddenly Buffy flashed in his head, she had some blood coming out of her when she landed on the concrete. He put the lid back on and shoved it back in the box. "Great a vampire who can't even look at blood." He said to himself. He decided to see what was on tv, hell he would even watch one of those talk shows with some dumb wankers on it. But all he could find was infomercial- and not only about music, he turned the set off. He got up and started to pace the room. That wasn't helping either so he sat back down. He pulled out a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He took a very long drag off of it and closed his eyes again trying to remember the lyrics to a Ramones song he had heard in a long time. But, it wouldn't come. Fine, then he went back down stairs and went over to the record player and his collection of 80's pop-punk rock. He grabbed one of the records, a Ramones one and read the back of it. Reading down the song list and came across the song 'Strength to Endure.' "That's a joke." He said, but put it on all the same. As the music started he turned around and looked at the damage he had done earlier. He sighed as he picked up some of the things off the floor. As he picked up a candle, he saw something that made him stop. It was a picture of Buffy. She was smiling up at him. He picked up the photo, where did it come from. It must have been from that shrine that he made, keeping a couple hiding just in case. He walked over to the bed, still looking at her and sat down. He traced image of her beautiful face and golden hair with his fingers. "I'm going to miss ya, luv." He told her, it just smiled back. "I failed you. I should've stop that bastard." He told her, "Then you would be home all snug in your bed, saving the world another time." He looked over at the record player as the next song came on and saw a piece of paper and a pen. All of the sudden Spike had a thought that made him smirk. He grabbed both items and sat back down. It had been a very long time since he did this, so he had to find the right words.
The world ended today, but not in the literally sense We stopped the hellbitch before she had a chance But, still the gates were opened by lit bit's blood We tried our damnest, but we still lost the battle and all She sacrificed her life, for us and this shity world The girl came back to earth, like an fallen Angel Why couldn't I protect her, like I promised I failed in both of our eyes and you died I once wrote something as a human The last words of tenderness from my still beaten heart "My heart expands 'tis grown a bulgant In't inspired by your beauty effulgent" What a bloody moron was I To love someone who would never love me But to my now dead heart and lack of a soul This still happened to me like many times before With Dru and Harm, who was nothing to me This is because I really loved you, pet At first all I wanted to do was kill the Slayer But, after we kept seeing and fighting each other I guess that hate grow into something else in my cold body Our love-hate relationship, sprang into love for me I told you that I loved you, but you wouldn't hear of it Yet, you trust me with yours and the Scooby's lives That touched me, as if you told those words to me "I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster, But you treat me like a man and that's." I told you I wanted to thank you but I need more time to tell you If there was a way to show you now what I meant I wish to the gods that I could I'm going to miss you, Summers But, don't you worry I'll take care of the gang and nibblet So please my luv, rest in peace Because, the big bad is going to take care of everything I am going to say my goodbye now But, I want you to know that the world and us are going to go on without you. Goodbye, Buffy
To the Slayer-A protector of life --Spike/William 2001
He read over his work and in a long time felt like smiling. William the bloody hell. If those pounces read what he just wrote they might have been impressed. Spike reached down inside and William came out for a brief minute or two. Now, if anyone else read this now they would never believe that this bad ass vampire was originally a poet. He looked at the picture of Buffy and smiled again. "Writing poems again, now that's bad. But, only for you Buffy." He decided to keep the piece and put the picture with it. Hiding it between his albums, where no one would find it. "Now, let's find something to drink" he mumbled and went to go looking for that bottle again.
The End
Something Written
He was sitting in his crypt, not really knowing what to do with himself. The sun was now out and normally he would be fast asleep. But, he couldn't even close his eyes without seeing her lying there broken-the broken Slayer. He got up and started to pace the room again for the hundredth time. His mind was working over time, but his body was completely numb. Giles and the others all left after the ambulance took her away, and there he stood in the shadows. He stood away from the sun and just stared at the place where she fell. He couldn't get any closer to it or he to would be no more. It seemed like years that they had that moment in her house, instead of a couple of hours ago. As the sun rose more over Sunnydale, he couldn't bare it anymore and left. Though he did have second thoughts of staying out, maybe if he was killed by day he could see her again, be with her. No, that would be wrong, especially if he didn't end up in the right place. He dragged his own sore and broken body away to a nearby manhole and drop into the sewer. Spike started to walk, not really paying attention to where he was going.
He was replaying the entire night again in his head starting with Giles's speech about lit bit's blood and the gates of hell. "Cause it's always gotta be blood." His own words both hunted him and made him sick now. 'Blood, it was her's instead of Dawn's that stopped it.' He thought to himself, getting all choked up again as the tears started to slide down his face. He stopped walking and turned and punched the brick wall beside him, "Damn Slayer." He said to the air around him. When he pulled his hand back it was covered in blood. He looked at it and gave a grunt of a disgusted, 'More blood.' He thought as he shook off the dripping blood. Blood that was what his life had been all about ever since he became someone who depended on it so many years ago. But blood to him meant something different it was food, It's what gave him "life", but to someone else it was different or maybe not. Many things were made out of it in this world and they also depended on it. Hell, he even told Buffy and her poof once that love was made out of it. "Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, it's blood screaming inside you to work its will." He told them. It was true. Blood is connected to Love, Life, Family and of course always Passion.' This was now going through his head, he decided then and there to let it out. Where no one could hear the vampire weep about a girl, his mortal enemy, his love. Spike threw back his head and with all his might screaming at the top of his lungs as more tears fell from his eyes. Falling to his knees when he finished, feeling completely drained. As if some had power-kicked him the entire time. He found himself panting, even though he didn't have to between his sobs. He eventually made it to his place.
The first thing he did was to find something to drink. He already drank down the contents in the flask within seconds. He needed more to help him, to make him not feel or maybe feel again. He didn't see any on the dresser, or the table. "Bloody hell." He mumbled to himself and started for the stairs to the upper level. No, he needed to find something to put his mind on for a couple of seconds. Spike moved something around, opening drawers-nothing. Another drawers, still nothing. He had enough he knocked the piece of furniture down. Things went flying around the room, but he didn't care. He turned away and went upstairs finally.
When he emerge through the trap door, he just looked around and his eyes fell upon the tomb in the middle of the room. Soon Buffy would be closed up in one and put in the ground forever. Suddenly he remembers that he lived in the middle of the cemetery. Would they bury her here? No, this place was to old and she deserved a much nice place. God, he needed a drink, he made a beeline for the refrigerator. He opened the door nothing but a couple of plastic containers full of blood. He pulled one out, trying to remember if he spiked it making a real Bloody Mary. But, when he pulled off the lid he just looked at the red substance. Suddenly Buffy flashed in his head, she had some blood coming out of her when she landed on the concrete. He put the lid back on and shoved it back in the box. "Great a vampire who can't even look at blood." He said to himself. He decided to see what was on tv, hell he would even watch one of those talk shows with some dumb wankers on it. But all he could find was infomercial- and not only about music, he turned the set off. He got up and started to pace the room. That wasn't helping either so he sat back down. He pulled out a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He took a very long drag off of it and closed his eyes again trying to remember the lyrics to a Ramones song he had heard in a long time. But, it wouldn't come. Fine, then he went back down stairs and went over to the record player and his collection of 80's pop-punk rock. He grabbed one of the records, a Ramones one and read the back of it. Reading down the song list and came across the song 'Strength to Endure.' "That's a joke." He said, but put it on all the same. As the music started he turned around and looked at the damage he had done earlier. He sighed as he picked up some of the things off the floor. As he picked up a candle, he saw something that made him stop. It was a picture of Buffy. She was smiling up at him. He picked up the photo, where did it come from. It must have been from that shrine that he made, keeping a couple hiding just in case. He walked over to the bed, still looking at her and sat down. He traced image of her beautiful face and golden hair with his fingers. "I'm going to miss ya, luv." He told her, it just smiled back. "I failed you. I should've stop that bastard." He told her, "Then you would be home all snug in your bed, saving the world another time." He looked over at the record player as the next song came on and saw a piece of paper and a pen. All of the sudden Spike had a thought that made him smirk. He grabbed both items and sat back down. It had been a very long time since he did this, so he had to find the right words.
The world ended today, but not in the literally sense We stopped the hellbitch before she had a chance But, still the gates were opened by lit bit's blood We tried our damnest, but we still lost the battle and all She sacrificed her life, for us and this shity world The girl came back to earth, like an fallen Angel Why couldn't I protect her, like I promised I failed in both of our eyes and you died I once wrote something as a human The last words of tenderness from my still beaten heart "My heart expands 'tis grown a bulgant In't inspired by your beauty effulgent" What a bloody moron was I To love someone who would never love me But to my now dead heart and lack of a soul This still happened to me like many times before With Dru and Harm, who was nothing to me This is because I really loved you, pet At first all I wanted to do was kill the Slayer But, after we kept seeing and fighting each other I guess that hate grow into something else in my cold body Our love-hate relationship, sprang into love for me I told you that I loved you, but you wouldn't hear of it Yet, you trust me with yours and the Scooby's lives That touched me, as if you told those words to me "I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster, But you treat me like a man and that's." I told you I wanted to thank you but I need more time to tell you If there was a way to show you now what I meant I wish to the gods that I could I'm going to miss you, Summers But, don't you worry I'll take care of the gang and nibblet So please my luv, rest in peace Because, the big bad is going to take care of everything I am going to say my goodbye now But, I want you to know that the world and us are going to go on without you. Goodbye, Buffy
To the Slayer-A protector of life --Spike/William 2001
He read over his work and in a long time felt like smiling. William the bloody hell. If those pounces read what he just wrote they might have been impressed. Spike reached down inside and William came out for a brief minute or two. Now, if anyone else read this now they would never believe that this bad ass vampire was originally a poet. He looked at the picture of Buffy and smiled again. "Writing poems again, now that's bad. But, only for you Buffy." He decided to keep the piece and put the picture with it. Hiding it between his albums, where no one would find it. "Now, let's find something to drink" he mumbled and went to go looking for that bottle again.
The End