'Delusional
I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
Drag the demons from you'
Buffy walked silently through the early morning streets of the French Quarter. It was cold, everything overhung with a gray mist that seemed to seep right through her bulky sweater. She'd left Spike sleeping in the bed, hugging the pillow like it could be her. She smiles a little as she remembers how innocent he'd looked holding it, but the smile fades as she realizes he's anything but.
Coffee and a smoke, she decides, coffee and a smoke would make everything seem a lot better. She turns the courner and finds hereslf face to face with a green and white stripped canopy. The sign reads Cafe DuMonde and she seats herself at on of the small tables, picking up a menu.
Two cups of chickory coffee and a plate of beignet later and she feels a lot better. She pays the bill and exits the cafe onto the busy morning streets. Pulling a cigarette out of her purse she walks past the iron gates of Jackson Square towards the Mississippi. The nicotine floods her system and she lets out a grateful sigh. The morning has heated up and she wraps her sweater around her waist, savoring the feel of the sunlight on her flesh.
She finally reaches a Plaza with a view of the Mississipi and she takes a seat on the edge of an antiquated fountain enjoying the view. She's missed this, she realizes. The sight of the sun and the sounds of the people walking by as they go about their daily buisness tug at her heartstrings, begging her to get up and join them. She could lose herself foever in these crowds. An old woman pauses and smiles at her, prompting her to smile back.
"Yep", she thought, "I could get to like this place."
The sun rose steadily higher in the sky as she sat there, watching the muddy river flow. Finally, she dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath her heel before making her way back towards the hotel.
He was still laying in the bed, his eyelashes making shadowy crescents on his pale face. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. He shifted and opened his eyes, smiling up at her.
"Hey."
"Hey back."
They stared at each other for a while, just enjoying the stillness. Finally, Spike reached out for her and drewsher to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Buffy sighed and relaxed into his embrace, letting sleep overtake her. She feels him pressing light butterfly kisses along her jugular and for a moment it flashes in her head that he could kill her now if he wanted to and she wouldn't stop him.
Buffy pushes the thought back down and drops a kiss on his shoulder before drifitng off to sleep.
It was becoming so easy to forget.
Spike listened as her breathing slowed to a soft rythymic pace. He heard the steady beat of her heart, the pulsing of her blood in her viens and all he wanted to do was kiss her. Inwardly he berated himself for having fallen this low. It became apparent to him that the Slayer had ceased to be a good fuck and was actually a person to him. A woman person nonetheless. A woman person that he felt very much like he was falling in love with.
He sighed and shifted so that he was half on top of her. Sod it all, he thought to himself and pressed another kiss to her cheek before closing his eyes.
He had just drifted off when she began to scream.
I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
Drag the demons from you'
Buffy walked silently through the early morning streets of the French Quarter. It was cold, everything overhung with a gray mist that seemed to seep right through her bulky sweater. She'd left Spike sleeping in the bed, hugging the pillow like it could be her. She smiles a little as she remembers how innocent he'd looked holding it, but the smile fades as she realizes he's anything but.
Coffee and a smoke, she decides, coffee and a smoke would make everything seem a lot better. She turns the courner and finds hereslf face to face with a green and white stripped canopy. The sign reads Cafe DuMonde and she seats herself at on of the small tables, picking up a menu.
Two cups of chickory coffee and a plate of beignet later and she feels a lot better. She pays the bill and exits the cafe onto the busy morning streets. Pulling a cigarette out of her purse she walks past the iron gates of Jackson Square towards the Mississippi. The nicotine floods her system and she lets out a grateful sigh. The morning has heated up and she wraps her sweater around her waist, savoring the feel of the sunlight on her flesh.
She finally reaches a Plaza with a view of the Mississipi and she takes a seat on the edge of an antiquated fountain enjoying the view. She's missed this, she realizes. The sight of the sun and the sounds of the people walking by as they go about their daily buisness tug at her heartstrings, begging her to get up and join them. She could lose herself foever in these crowds. An old woman pauses and smiles at her, prompting her to smile back.
"Yep", she thought, "I could get to like this place."
The sun rose steadily higher in the sky as she sat there, watching the muddy river flow. Finally, she dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath her heel before making her way back towards the hotel.
He was still laying in the bed, his eyelashes making shadowy crescents on his pale face. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. He shifted and opened his eyes, smiling up at her.
"Hey."
"Hey back."
They stared at each other for a while, just enjoying the stillness. Finally, Spike reached out for her and drewsher to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Buffy sighed and relaxed into his embrace, letting sleep overtake her. She feels him pressing light butterfly kisses along her jugular and for a moment it flashes in her head that he could kill her now if he wanted to and she wouldn't stop him.
Buffy pushes the thought back down and drops a kiss on his shoulder before drifitng off to sleep.
It was becoming so easy to forget.
Spike listened as her breathing slowed to a soft rythymic pace. He heard the steady beat of her heart, the pulsing of her blood in her viens and all he wanted to do was kiss her. Inwardly he berated himself for having fallen this low. It became apparent to him that the Slayer had ceased to be a good fuck and was actually a person to him. A woman person nonetheless. A woman person that he felt very much like he was falling in love with.
He sighed and shifted so that he was half on top of her. Sod it all, he thought to himself and pressed another kiss to her cheek before closing his eyes.
He had just drifted off when she began to scream.
