Haunted by Memories
Chp.13
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Song is in {}
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{I can feel you pull me down}
I'm still sitting here, that song is still playing, and I keep on running down memory lane.
I remember the night we met. He sent one of his lackey's out to get a bite of supper; at least that's what he told me later on.
He came out of the shadows, clapping his hands, and smiling. He didn't even seem to care that I had just dusted one of his minions. I just asked him who he was, and he replied that I'd find out on Saturday. Stupid me of course had to ask what happened on Saturday. His reply startled me for a second, but I just shrugged it off. I mean how serious can you take it, when someone that looks like Billy Idol says that they're gonna kill you. Saturday never came though. He attacked on Thursday, because he got bored. I didn't know then that it would turn out to be typical Spike at that point. He was always impatient.
I had to hold my laugh as I turned around, and seen him for the first time, though. In that moment, he just struck me as funny. I'm smiling now as I remember that first meeting. I shake my head and remember my second reaction to him. This vamp was hot, and he wasn't just funny anymore. I'm a Slayer, not blind. I got the full view, and boy what a view I got, after he emerged from the alley's shadow.
Although I hated and loathed him, for what he was. In that moment, any woman would've told you, the way he prowled out of those shadows, that she would've fallen to her knees. I almost did.
I start thinking about the impatience again. That damned vampire never had any patience at all, always jumping around, and pacing. I think the only time I ever seen him not bouncing around was when I came back. He had more patience in the beginning of that year, than I'd ever seen him have, and it was only when I was around. He'd listen and not judge what I was saying.
The night I jumped from Glory's tower. He said, "I'd never love him, that he was a monster, and that he knew that. . . but. He never finished what he was gonna say, I wish that he had, so that I could have one more memory to cherish. 'Til this day I still wonder what was coming after that but.
After I came back, the very night, to be exact. I asked him how long I was gone. He had counted the days, one hundred and forty-seven days. I was gone for a hundred and forty-seven days and he's been gone for eight months. Today at nine o'clock, or tonight, it'll be eight months exactly. It's funny how I think about him every month on this day, right at the same time that I lost him forever. I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't keep myself from doing it. It's a totally unconscious thing I do. The memories, not just any old random memories, pull me down either. It's always memories of him, and it always will be.
(A.N. There's only two chapters left of this one. So review. I know that there has to be more than seven people actually reading this. I would love some feedback on it.)
Chp.13
Disclaimer is in first chappy
Song is in {}
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{I can feel you pull me down}
I'm still sitting here, that song is still playing, and I keep on running down memory lane.
I remember the night we met. He sent one of his lackey's out to get a bite of supper; at least that's what he told me later on.
He came out of the shadows, clapping his hands, and smiling. He didn't even seem to care that I had just dusted one of his minions. I just asked him who he was, and he replied that I'd find out on Saturday. Stupid me of course had to ask what happened on Saturday. His reply startled me for a second, but I just shrugged it off. I mean how serious can you take it, when someone that looks like Billy Idol says that they're gonna kill you. Saturday never came though. He attacked on Thursday, because he got bored. I didn't know then that it would turn out to be typical Spike at that point. He was always impatient.
I had to hold my laugh as I turned around, and seen him for the first time, though. In that moment, he just struck me as funny. I'm smiling now as I remember that first meeting. I shake my head and remember my second reaction to him. This vamp was hot, and he wasn't just funny anymore. I'm a Slayer, not blind. I got the full view, and boy what a view I got, after he emerged from the alley's shadow.
Although I hated and loathed him, for what he was. In that moment, any woman would've told you, the way he prowled out of those shadows, that she would've fallen to her knees. I almost did.
I start thinking about the impatience again. That damned vampire never had any patience at all, always jumping around, and pacing. I think the only time I ever seen him not bouncing around was when I came back. He had more patience in the beginning of that year, than I'd ever seen him have, and it was only when I was around. He'd listen and not judge what I was saying.
The night I jumped from Glory's tower. He said, "I'd never love him, that he was a monster, and that he knew that. . . but. He never finished what he was gonna say, I wish that he had, so that I could have one more memory to cherish. 'Til this day I still wonder what was coming after that but.
After I came back, the very night, to be exact. I asked him how long I was gone. He had counted the days, one hundred and forty-seven days. I was gone for a hundred and forty-seven days and he's been gone for eight months. Today at nine o'clock, or tonight, it'll be eight months exactly. It's funny how I think about him every month on this day, right at the same time that I lost him forever. I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't keep myself from doing it. It's a totally unconscious thing I do. The memories, not just any old random memories, pull me down either. It's always memories of him, and it always will be.
(A.N. There's only two chapters left of this one. So review. I know that there has to be more than seven people actually reading this. I would love some feedback on it.)