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Angel went to hell. Buffy died and ascended into heaven.
So where exactly does that leave Spike?
The mood has somewhat changed after my first update on this story, and I'm heading for something (much) grimmer now, with a plot that edges on horror. I hope that you will all forgive me for not introducing " the girl" in this fanfic. Even in the beginning I had planned to write something to explain how Spike got out of the Kingdom of the Dead and arrived back safely in the Land of the Living. This is not a love story, I'm afraid, but a journal kept by a survivor of a shipwreck, drifting on the waves of the Great Atlantic in desperate search of a safe shore, but finding horrible sea-monsters threaten to swallow him on the way.
Love, R
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Part I; Going Under
1.
The light was bright, and searing. It lit up the inside of the immense cave, basking it in a radiant glow that was like that of the sun. Dark, ugly shadows fled from that abundance of light, scuttling away with inhuman speed like ditch-dwelling rodents, trying to find shelter in the scarce pockets of darkness that were left. The white flood caught up with each one of them, and collided with the bodies of these grotesque imitations of men, scorching them into clouds of scattering ashes. The spreading light eliminated hundreds, thousands of them. The armies of monsters that had thrown themselves up the cliff to spread bloodshed and death were forced back and fell into the vast pit, tumbling down while their bodies burned and were reduced into dust before even they had the chance to hit the earth.
And all this destruction, all this incredible force, it all came from the amulet. Or rather, it used to come from the shiny little gadget bouncing around my neck, but now, I believed, it came from inside of me. I felt it: a hot, blazing presence, a scorching fire in the middle of my soul. The glow that radiated from my body had blown up the bloody roof and I could catch through the many holes in the floors gaping above my head a slice of azure sky. I was bathing in light. Never had my eyes seen things so clearly in my entire existence. Never in my ignorance and mind-baffling doggedness, had I known and understood so much.
A hand grabbed hold of mine. The touch was cold like frost to my burning skin. I lowered my eyes and saw her standing before me. God, she is absolutely beautiful. She is everything that is good in this world. Her heart is the size of all the bloody oceans. She is the glowing centre of existence, a pure bright light shining in darkness, and I loved her. I loved her so much. Our fingers gently entwined into each other, our touch igniting flames, ice meeting fire. As she looked into my eyes, nothing mattered any longer. Gone were my fears, doubts, all of my bloody nightmares. All around us, the entire world was sucked into hell. The earth split, walls crumbled and stone roofs collapsed in thunderous roars, but we stayed together in the middle of all that chaos, unyielding and totally oblivious of it all.
"I love you." She whispered.
"No, you don't." I said. Knowing, that her words were not true. "But thanks for saying it."
The earth trembled underneath our feet and more parts of the stone roof came soaring down. "Now go." I shouted. I felt how the fire of the destructive light that was contained inside my body starting to turn on me, and had to grind my teeth to withstand the pain.
She let go and left. My burning hand clutched nothing but empty space, and without her cool touch to ease it, the skin scorched black like paper thrown onto a hearth. The pain of it was driving me mad. The force that first had mercifully restrained itself in some sort of way, sparing its bearer from being simply destroyed by its devastating power, was rapidly losing control of itself. It spread over my body, following the tracts of arteries and veins, appearing in radiant white paths running across my skin. My blood was boiling. I was burning up from the inside.
Not now. I thought, and I pulled my cracked lips into a painful, but cocky grin. Not yet. I want to see this. I want to know how it ends.
But there was no bargaining here. The force of good had used me well and now it was time to discard itself from the useless vessel that had carried it like a secret weapon deep into the liar of the enemy. The city had fallen and this Trojan horse was no longer needed.
The rays of light burst through, shredding my skin like layers of old paint. I laughed like a madman through the dreadful agony till the flames scorched my lungs and my throat and I could no longer utter a single sound. I saw with my own eyes how a massive part of the cave collapsed, leaving a huge opening through which blinding daylight flooded into the darkness. And then the flames reached my chin, my mouth, my nose, and finally my eyes. It consumed all the flesh, leaving behind only the blackened bones and the skull to fall to the earth, where they exploded into clouds of dust.
NEXT PART --
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Angel went to hell. Buffy died and ascended into heaven.
So where exactly does that leave Spike?
The mood has somewhat changed after my first update on this story, and I'm heading for something (much) grimmer now, with a plot that edges on horror. I hope that you will all forgive me for not introducing " the girl" in this fanfic. Even in the beginning I had planned to write something to explain how Spike got out of the Kingdom of the Dead and arrived back safely in the Land of the Living. This is not a love story, I'm afraid, but a journal kept by a survivor of a shipwreck, drifting on the waves of the Great Atlantic in desperate search of a safe shore, but finding horrible sea-monsters threaten to swallow him on the way.
Love, R
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Part I; Going Under
1.
The light was bright, and searing. It lit up the inside of the immense cave, basking it in a radiant glow that was like that of the sun. Dark, ugly shadows fled from that abundance of light, scuttling away with inhuman speed like ditch-dwelling rodents, trying to find shelter in the scarce pockets of darkness that were left. The white flood caught up with each one of them, and collided with the bodies of these grotesque imitations of men, scorching them into clouds of scattering ashes. The spreading light eliminated hundreds, thousands of them. The armies of monsters that had thrown themselves up the cliff to spread bloodshed and death were forced back and fell into the vast pit, tumbling down while their bodies burned and were reduced into dust before even they had the chance to hit the earth.
And all this destruction, all this incredible force, it all came from the amulet. Or rather, it used to come from the shiny little gadget bouncing around my neck, but now, I believed, it came from inside of me. I felt it: a hot, blazing presence, a scorching fire in the middle of my soul. The glow that radiated from my body had blown up the bloody roof and I could catch through the many holes in the floors gaping above my head a slice of azure sky. I was bathing in light. Never had my eyes seen things so clearly in my entire existence. Never in my ignorance and mind-baffling doggedness, had I known and understood so much.
A hand grabbed hold of mine. The touch was cold like frost to my burning skin. I lowered my eyes and saw her standing before me. God, she is absolutely beautiful. She is everything that is good in this world. Her heart is the size of all the bloody oceans. She is the glowing centre of existence, a pure bright light shining in darkness, and I loved her. I loved her so much. Our fingers gently entwined into each other, our touch igniting flames, ice meeting fire. As she looked into my eyes, nothing mattered any longer. Gone were my fears, doubts, all of my bloody nightmares. All around us, the entire world was sucked into hell. The earth split, walls crumbled and stone roofs collapsed in thunderous roars, but we stayed together in the middle of all that chaos, unyielding and totally oblivious of it all.
"I love you." She whispered.
"No, you don't." I said. Knowing, that her words were not true. "But thanks for saying it."
The earth trembled underneath our feet and more parts of the stone roof came soaring down. "Now go." I shouted. I felt how the fire of the destructive light that was contained inside my body starting to turn on me, and had to grind my teeth to withstand the pain.
She let go and left. My burning hand clutched nothing but empty space, and without her cool touch to ease it, the skin scorched black like paper thrown onto a hearth. The pain of it was driving me mad. The force that first had mercifully restrained itself in some sort of way, sparing its bearer from being simply destroyed by its devastating power, was rapidly losing control of itself. It spread over my body, following the tracts of arteries and veins, appearing in radiant white paths running across my skin. My blood was boiling. I was burning up from the inside.
Not now. I thought, and I pulled my cracked lips into a painful, but cocky grin. Not yet. I want to see this. I want to know how it ends.
But there was no bargaining here. The force of good had used me well and now it was time to discard itself from the useless vessel that had carried it like a secret weapon deep into the liar of the enemy. The city had fallen and this Trojan horse was no longer needed.
The rays of light burst through, shredding my skin like layers of old paint. I laughed like a madman through the dreadful agony till the flames scorched my lungs and my throat and I could no longer utter a single sound. I saw with my own eyes how a massive part of the cave collapsed, leaving a huge opening through which blinding daylight flooded into the darkness. And then the flames reached my chin, my mouth, my nose, and finally my eyes. It consumed all the flesh, leaving behind only the blackened bones and the skull to fall to the earth, where they exploded into clouds of dust.
NEXT PART --
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