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I own nothing.
Summary:
Season 4: Spike wants to kill Buffy for good but things do not go as planned. In this story, Spike is not chipped, he has just returned to Sunnydale and Buffy has not met Parker. There is no initiative.
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This is my first story ever. Please let me know what you think and do not be too harsh. Criticism is welcome as long as it is constructive.
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Sunnydale, December 2000
The emotional pain was still there, the physical pain could not block it out as Spike had hoped.
But he was beyond caring. He knew he was in his crypt, but somehow his spirit was ready to move on and he stopped acknowledging his surroundings.
Nothing seemed real anymore. Everything, including the past hundred odd years seemed nothing but a very strange and fucked up dream.
How could it have been real? Vampires, slayers, demons, . and that was just the beginning. Maybe he was about to die and somehow his mind had concocted this strange world in his last few seconds??? It just could not be real. It just couldn't.
What he had done, what he was, had to be some sort of terrible nightmare and he was about to wake up.
He felt as if he was above this world. Not literally but it felt as if he knew what was going on. He hoped that it would be alright. But he was not entirely sure.
His vision of the crypt was blurry; he stopped feeling the cold stone he was sitting on. Too much blood loss.
How long can a vampire sustain without the blood needed to live?
What would happen?
Would he simply dust or would he be forever imprisoned in his own body? He didn't care either way as long as he would lose consciousness and never gain it again.
TBC
Summary:
Season 4: Spike wants to kill Buffy for good but things do not go as planned. In this story, Spike is not chipped, he has just returned to Sunnydale and Buffy has not met Parker. There is no initiative.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is my first story ever. Please let me know what you think and do not be too harsh. Criticism is welcome as long as it is constructive.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sunnydale, December 2000
The emotional pain was still there, the physical pain could not block it out as Spike had hoped.
But he was beyond caring. He knew he was in his crypt, but somehow his spirit was ready to move on and he stopped acknowledging his surroundings.
Nothing seemed real anymore. Everything, including the past hundred odd years seemed nothing but a very strange and fucked up dream.
How could it have been real? Vampires, slayers, demons, . and that was just the beginning. Maybe he was about to die and somehow his mind had concocted this strange world in his last few seconds??? It just could not be real. It just couldn't.
What he had done, what he was, had to be some sort of terrible nightmare and he was about to wake up.
He felt as if he was above this world. Not literally but it felt as if he knew what was going on. He hoped that it would be alright. But he was not entirely sure.
His vision of the crypt was blurry; he stopped feeling the cold stone he was sitting on. Too much blood loss.
How long can a vampire sustain without the blood needed to live?
What would happen?
Would he simply dust or would he be forever imprisoned in his own body? He didn't care either way as long as he would lose consciousness and never gain it again.
TBC