A/N I'm not sure if my Spike voice came out to well. Out of every
character in Jossverse, Caption Peroxide is by far the hardest to write
for, let alone in first person.
She kissed me. She bloody kissed me! The way her body molded to mine, our lips locked in their own sort of battle. . . I'm getting hard just thinking about, just aroused thinking of her as it is. . . but bollocks! If the army boy finds out about it I'll be dust before the sun can claim me.
Thoughts are running rampant in my head as I sit on the beaten chair of my crypt and think. Try to at least, all my mind is focused on at the moment is the feel of her soft hands around my neck and the way her eyes met mine for that brief moment before bringing me into that kiss. . .
Fuck! She's in my thoughts enough as it is, now I'll be dwelling on this one moment for the rest of my unlife. . . That is, 'o course if she doesn't come back for seconds. My lips curl into the beginnings of a smile at that guilty thought. She might of run out on me, but she had a taste, and she enjoyed it. There's apart of me that wants to celebrate, claim the blood of some innocent creature to bury my joy in, but the Slayer wouldn't appreciate if I was to do something like that.
Before the bleeding wedding, before she bound herself to the whelp, she told me she was afraid. Scared of the light, she was. My pet feared that the sun would burn her alive, cause like me, she was meant for darker things. The whole bloody conversation had been her talking, ranting even, but I didn't care. She was confining in me things that even the army boy didn't know, still bloody doesn't.
"Spike." She had said to me as she paced the crypt, hands tight in her pockets and gaze toward her own world.
I didn't respond, less I scare her off, remind her she was talking to a soulless creature.
She continued through the fact I hadn't breathed a word. "Riley asked me to marry him." The Slayer let a moment to pass for that to sink in. Let the fact that I could never have her in my grasp become an absolute. My whole body boiled over at that, every vein coursing life back into me so I could feel the destruction of my self wash over. I was about to force her out into the sun soaked soil of which she had chosen. If she bloody wanted to spend her life with a whelp she had no place here-
"I don't know if it's a good thing." She finished wistfully, taking a seat on the arm chair of which I sat. It took all my self constraint to keep from grabbing and kissing her until she fainted from lack of breath, and as far as self constraint goes, vampires don't have a lot of it. Instead I turned my head to her, and nodded slowly, a brief moment, a split second, I could swear her eyes nearly watered, but in a blink, she was back to the hard exterior of the Slayer.
I'm to guess some of that lust bled through into my eyes, cause she stood up. "I'm afraid of what it'll do to me." She confessed, I suspect to herself more then me. "Being apart of the world like that, being. . . normal. It's what I want, but it's not what the Slayer needs."
That's a bloody revelation if I ever heard one! Most creatures don't acknowledge their duel citizenship to the light and dark, namely a Slayer. I kept my humanity locked to my soulless heart through my turning, while Angelus tossed it to the wind with his first breath of unlife. I'm to bet many demons don't like scrapping for humanity, but we live in their world and it's a safe bet to remember that. A Slayer on the other treads on our small nook of a world, and so is forced to become part of the shadows.
"I told you about the fist Slayer I bagged, correct?" She cringed at the merciless way I had put her ancestors death, but nodded. "She was all Slayer, and was much easier to bleed."
"Forget it Spike." She made a move to leave, but I slide in front of her and cut her off.
I take in a breath before continuing. "The second one, however. She was human. Kid and everything." I cock and grin at her startled look. "No hubby though." The pet hides a shiver. "You can be with the whelp all you like Buffy, but remember, you'll always be called back to the night, to the demons, and you can't drag him along with you."
"So what, your saying I should be with a demon?" She asks, and I can't tell if she's referring to me.
I turn my head to the side to look at her. "All I'm saying pet is that your the Slayer, and you need to know that the only time you'll be content is when your with a demon." I take a shallow, unneeded breath. "Fighting or otherwise."
She looks at me, and I'm sure I look like a fool, my love for her painted so deep in my eyes I can barely make her out. I can see the scowl begin before it appears on her face, and then she's back out toward the light.
It could just be that she doesn't like being so close to a creature that's so dark inside, rather then my lust that drew her away. Now I'm thinking that she's darker then me, letting the primal power of the Slayer become the ruling force. Since the bit died, pet's been all hard and cold and steel, and nothing can get through, not even that boy she married herself to. I'm the only one she'll dump her pain on, she suspects it's a burden, but really I'm the only one who knows her now.
This gets out to her precious scoobies and I'm dust. They know she joined the darkness and she fears she'll never get a glance of light again.
Not speak a word of it I will. Just watch her from a distance until she decides to join me in the shadows.
~~~
"I love Riley." She says without even turning to see me. Her eyes intent on the dark paved road ahead. The Slayer needs a kill to get her anger out, but I'm betting that a fuck would just as well.
I smile at that, she's not pushing me away, she's just stating the facts. "I'm a sucker for blood, don't see me getting any of that." She shoots me a glare and I see her fingers twitch at the stake that in her grasp. My hands go up in a defenseless pose and she again directs her attention toward her surroundings and away from me. Bloody brilliant of me to bring up my bloody past blood sucking, thing being around the Slayer is I say the first thing that pops into my bloody mind.
"Pet." I start again and she's still not turning toward me, but I've got her attention. I'm tiptoeing on the edge of the sun and dark here as I walk in the shadows and until the day disappears completely into the night, I have to be careful. "It's still to bright to be out here hunting, so I'm to expect that that's not what your wandering the cemetery for."
The realization stops her cold, and she whirls around to face me. "Don't be so conceded." She pauses and takes in a breath to continue. That's the best thing about being a vampire, you don't have to breath. Quickly, I take her by the shoulders and shove her into the dark with me, she's not protesting and before she can gather her wits enough to speak, I've got my lips on hers in another kiss.
Bloody hell! How could that poof of a sire walk out on this? She's an inferno against my cold hands and I run each fingertip lightly across her bare arms. I want to be warmer for her, but I think my lack of heat is making is making her even more turned on. Is she. . . oh fuck. She's moving her body closer and I can feel the her mouth make the kiss all the more passionate, all the more intense. . . fuck. . .
Her hips are on their own rhythm to mine as her skin yearns for the hidden depths under my ancient jeans. All I want is to give it to her, give in *to* her, but not here, not while the sun can watch us in it's last stages of death.
Her fiery touch is moving underneath my shirt and she lays one palm face open along my chest. It feels like the sun is burning me to the core, and I feel alive for the first time in centuries.
The only time she stops is to come up for breath, and every time I fear that she'll regain her senses and run off. So I force her along the shadowed path back to my crypt. If I can just bloody show her how good it can be, how I can weave her darkness around my own and bathe in her light. I can take the insecurities that a soul brings from her if she wants, let her see what it's like to fuck with the night. Or I can banish the Slayer and lay it to rest with my demon.
And we can make love.
She kissed me. She bloody kissed me! The way her body molded to mine, our lips locked in their own sort of battle. . . I'm getting hard just thinking about, just aroused thinking of her as it is. . . but bollocks! If the army boy finds out about it I'll be dust before the sun can claim me.
Thoughts are running rampant in my head as I sit on the beaten chair of my crypt and think. Try to at least, all my mind is focused on at the moment is the feel of her soft hands around my neck and the way her eyes met mine for that brief moment before bringing me into that kiss. . .
Fuck! She's in my thoughts enough as it is, now I'll be dwelling on this one moment for the rest of my unlife. . . That is, 'o course if she doesn't come back for seconds. My lips curl into the beginnings of a smile at that guilty thought. She might of run out on me, but she had a taste, and she enjoyed it. There's apart of me that wants to celebrate, claim the blood of some innocent creature to bury my joy in, but the Slayer wouldn't appreciate if I was to do something like that.
Before the bleeding wedding, before she bound herself to the whelp, she told me she was afraid. Scared of the light, she was. My pet feared that the sun would burn her alive, cause like me, she was meant for darker things. The whole bloody conversation had been her talking, ranting even, but I didn't care. She was confining in me things that even the army boy didn't know, still bloody doesn't.
"Spike." She had said to me as she paced the crypt, hands tight in her pockets and gaze toward her own world.
I didn't respond, less I scare her off, remind her she was talking to a soulless creature.
She continued through the fact I hadn't breathed a word. "Riley asked me to marry him." The Slayer let a moment to pass for that to sink in. Let the fact that I could never have her in my grasp become an absolute. My whole body boiled over at that, every vein coursing life back into me so I could feel the destruction of my self wash over. I was about to force her out into the sun soaked soil of which she had chosen. If she bloody wanted to spend her life with a whelp she had no place here-
"I don't know if it's a good thing." She finished wistfully, taking a seat on the arm chair of which I sat. It took all my self constraint to keep from grabbing and kissing her until she fainted from lack of breath, and as far as self constraint goes, vampires don't have a lot of it. Instead I turned my head to her, and nodded slowly, a brief moment, a split second, I could swear her eyes nearly watered, but in a blink, she was back to the hard exterior of the Slayer.
I'm to guess some of that lust bled through into my eyes, cause she stood up. "I'm afraid of what it'll do to me." She confessed, I suspect to herself more then me. "Being apart of the world like that, being. . . normal. It's what I want, but it's not what the Slayer needs."
That's a bloody revelation if I ever heard one! Most creatures don't acknowledge their duel citizenship to the light and dark, namely a Slayer. I kept my humanity locked to my soulless heart through my turning, while Angelus tossed it to the wind with his first breath of unlife. I'm to bet many demons don't like scrapping for humanity, but we live in their world and it's a safe bet to remember that. A Slayer on the other treads on our small nook of a world, and so is forced to become part of the shadows.
"I told you about the fist Slayer I bagged, correct?" She cringed at the merciless way I had put her ancestors death, but nodded. "She was all Slayer, and was much easier to bleed."
"Forget it Spike." She made a move to leave, but I slide in front of her and cut her off.
I take in a breath before continuing. "The second one, however. She was human. Kid and everything." I cock and grin at her startled look. "No hubby though." The pet hides a shiver. "You can be with the whelp all you like Buffy, but remember, you'll always be called back to the night, to the demons, and you can't drag him along with you."
"So what, your saying I should be with a demon?" She asks, and I can't tell if she's referring to me.
I turn my head to the side to look at her. "All I'm saying pet is that your the Slayer, and you need to know that the only time you'll be content is when your with a demon." I take a shallow, unneeded breath. "Fighting or otherwise."
She looks at me, and I'm sure I look like a fool, my love for her painted so deep in my eyes I can barely make her out. I can see the scowl begin before it appears on her face, and then she's back out toward the light.
It could just be that she doesn't like being so close to a creature that's so dark inside, rather then my lust that drew her away. Now I'm thinking that she's darker then me, letting the primal power of the Slayer become the ruling force. Since the bit died, pet's been all hard and cold and steel, and nothing can get through, not even that boy she married herself to. I'm the only one she'll dump her pain on, she suspects it's a burden, but really I'm the only one who knows her now.
This gets out to her precious scoobies and I'm dust. They know she joined the darkness and she fears she'll never get a glance of light again.
Not speak a word of it I will. Just watch her from a distance until she decides to join me in the shadows.
~~~
"I love Riley." She says without even turning to see me. Her eyes intent on the dark paved road ahead. The Slayer needs a kill to get her anger out, but I'm betting that a fuck would just as well.
I smile at that, she's not pushing me away, she's just stating the facts. "I'm a sucker for blood, don't see me getting any of that." She shoots me a glare and I see her fingers twitch at the stake that in her grasp. My hands go up in a defenseless pose and she again directs her attention toward her surroundings and away from me. Bloody brilliant of me to bring up my bloody past blood sucking, thing being around the Slayer is I say the first thing that pops into my bloody mind.
"Pet." I start again and she's still not turning toward me, but I've got her attention. I'm tiptoeing on the edge of the sun and dark here as I walk in the shadows and until the day disappears completely into the night, I have to be careful. "It's still to bright to be out here hunting, so I'm to expect that that's not what your wandering the cemetery for."
The realization stops her cold, and she whirls around to face me. "Don't be so conceded." She pauses and takes in a breath to continue. That's the best thing about being a vampire, you don't have to breath. Quickly, I take her by the shoulders and shove her into the dark with me, she's not protesting and before she can gather her wits enough to speak, I've got my lips on hers in another kiss.
Bloody hell! How could that poof of a sire walk out on this? She's an inferno against my cold hands and I run each fingertip lightly across her bare arms. I want to be warmer for her, but I think my lack of heat is making is making her even more turned on. Is she. . . oh fuck. She's moving her body closer and I can feel the her mouth make the kiss all the more passionate, all the more intense. . . fuck. . .
Her hips are on their own rhythm to mine as her skin yearns for the hidden depths under my ancient jeans. All I want is to give it to her, give in *to* her, but not here, not while the sun can watch us in it's last stages of death.
Her fiery touch is moving underneath my shirt and she lays one palm face open along my chest. It feels like the sun is burning me to the core, and I feel alive for the first time in centuries.
The only time she stops is to come up for breath, and every time I fear that she'll regain her senses and run off. So I force her along the shadowed path back to my crypt. If I can just bloody show her how good it can be, how I can weave her darkness around my own and bathe in her light. I can take the insecurities that a soul brings from her if she wants, let her see what it's like to fuck with the night. Or I can banish the Slayer and lay it to rest with my demon.
And we can make love.