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To die or not to die
'Electra.. where are you?' screamed a boy. She recognised that voice.
'I'm here I'm here where are you?' she yelled back her voice echoing through out some sort of tunnel. An alley.
'I don't know. Electra help me please!' his voice shaky. Desperate.
'I'm coming. I can't see you.' The boy screamed. High pitched scream.
'Noooo! Alex hold on.' she tripped. Fell on something hard. She moved her hair away from her eyes and came face to face with her brother. Dead. Blood seeping from his neck. She rose to her feet. She screamed.
'NO!' screamed Electra rising from her position. She was dripping with sweat. Her body cold from the night mare.
'Whoa, whoa what's up? said a concerned, familiar voice. She looked round. Where was she? Looked like an underground basement. Brick walls. Bare. The smell of whiskey filled the room. Damp too. She turned to the voice.
'Spike... where am I?' she asked.
'My humble abode, my queen' he replied half smiling. She looked at him. He always looked at things as a joke. How had she got here. Wasn't she in the library? With the slayer and Angel. She tried to get up but soon realised it was best not to. Her head spun.
'How did I get here. Why am I here?' her head was reeling but she remembered nothing.
'You fell back unconscious so I brought you back here away from the slayer and Angel. Didn't want you killing everyone and leaving me the scraps!' he said laughing. She couldn't help but laugh herself. She looked up at him. He'd removed his leather duster, and placed it on her while she slept. He bare his arms in just a tight, black T-shirt. She couldn't help but stare. He'd noticed this but kept his posture. She snapped out of her glare and handed him his coat.
'Hey thanks for that.' she said handing him it.
'No probs.. I figured you could do with something that you couldn't stab yourself with!' he said pointing to her leather jacket, hung up by a peg. The words 'God Save The Sex Pistols' emblazoned on the back in silver. She laughed. She felt warm to say she'd been dead for over 200 years. He sat down beside her
'You ok?' he asked concerned.
'Yeah I'll be fine. I'm not an easy pushover.' she pointed out. She turned to look at him, her eyes catching his. Her stomach jumped. What the hell is happening! I can't feel like this she thought to herself. His eyes never left hers either.
'What time is it anyways?' she queried turning away from his stare.
'About 7'
'Man I need some air' she got up feeling a little less pasty. 'You wanna come? We still might catch a young feed' She smiled.
'Er yeah If you don't mind walking around with a pile of dust'
'Oh shit yeah sorry. Forgot' she said sheepishly.
'I'm gonna catch some kip anyways love.'
'Don't you miss being able to defeat the object of being a vampire and walk around in the light?' asked Electra. Her eyes studied his. Looking for some sort of idea. This was a vampire that took a lot of work to get to know
'Sometimes. But I made my choice. Too late to turn back now anyway.'
'Maybe not..' Electra trailed off her eyes trailing along the floor.
'Huh.. what you mean maybe not?'
'Would you like to walk in the light again Spike? she asked smiling. He didn't reply. But she didn't have to delve in his mind to answer her question. His eyes danced the tune. He wanted to. He wanted to live in the light as well as the night. She looked around for a sharp object. A knife. Placed next to a bottle of whiskey. She picked up the knife as the silver shone like headlights to a rabbit on the road. She raised her arm and brought the knife close to her pulse.
'Electra what are you..' Spike started
'Shhh... just wait..' She slid the blade across her skin and looked down at the gaping wound. Turning to Spike she held out her arm.
'Drink my blood Spike. Trust me.' She looked again into his eyes as his met hers once more. Trust her. He did. He'd never trust anyone. But he knew he could trust her.
'But..'
'Just do it. Please.' Spike got up and walked towards her. He never looked away from Electra. Her eyes told stories. Her eyes told him that she could protect him. She wouldn't hurt him. He needed that more then ever. He lifted her arm towards his mouth and looked at the slit. He looked at her again so he had yet another nod of agreement. From the smell of blood his face glided from that of a humans to a vampires. He sank his fangs into her flesh and wrapped his mouth around her wrist. He sucked the sweetness into himself. Liquid fire swam down his throat. Electra's eyes flickered. She looked down at him. He enjoyed it. She smiled. Smirked. She had the power now. Spike fell on the floor, letting go of her now. Blood staining his lips and around his mouth. He was breathing heavily. His body was now twitching. Having a seizure. The panic in his face told Electra he'd never experienced anything like this before. She leant down beside him gripping hold of his hand.
'It's ok Spike. My blood is now one with yours. You'll be ok in a second. And with that his body stopped moving. Still breathing heavily he looked at her puzzled
'What the bloody hell just happened?' he said in between pants. She bent down and seductively licked the excess blood from around his mouth. Then as her lips stroked his, she kissed him fuller then the secret one he tried to get away with earlier. Staying there for a few seconds she pulled away to look at his reaction. His lips curved into a smirk. He'd wanted it. They both got that vibe. Electra got up and helped Spike to his feet.
'Come with me. I have something to show you.'
To die or not to die
'Electra.. where are you?' screamed a boy. She recognised that voice.
'I'm here I'm here where are you?' she yelled back her voice echoing through out some sort of tunnel. An alley.
'I don't know. Electra help me please!' his voice shaky. Desperate.
'I'm coming. I can't see you.' The boy screamed. High pitched scream.
'Noooo! Alex hold on.' she tripped. Fell on something hard. She moved her hair away from her eyes and came face to face with her brother. Dead. Blood seeping from his neck. She rose to her feet. She screamed.
'NO!' screamed Electra rising from her position. She was dripping with sweat. Her body cold from the night mare.
'Whoa, whoa what's up? said a concerned, familiar voice. She looked round. Where was she? Looked like an underground basement. Brick walls. Bare. The smell of whiskey filled the room. Damp too. She turned to the voice.
'Spike... where am I?' she asked.
'My humble abode, my queen' he replied half smiling. She looked at him. He always looked at things as a joke. How had she got here. Wasn't she in the library? With the slayer and Angel. She tried to get up but soon realised it was best not to. Her head spun.
'How did I get here. Why am I here?' her head was reeling but she remembered nothing.
'You fell back unconscious so I brought you back here away from the slayer and Angel. Didn't want you killing everyone and leaving me the scraps!' he said laughing. She couldn't help but laugh herself. She looked up at him. He'd removed his leather duster, and placed it on her while she slept. He bare his arms in just a tight, black T-shirt. She couldn't help but stare. He'd noticed this but kept his posture. She snapped out of her glare and handed him his coat.
'Hey thanks for that.' she said handing him it.
'No probs.. I figured you could do with something that you couldn't stab yourself with!' he said pointing to her leather jacket, hung up by a peg. The words 'God Save The Sex Pistols' emblazoned on the back in silver. She laughed. She felt warm to say she'd been dead for over 200 years. He sat down beside her
'You ok?' he asked concerned.
'Yeah I'll be fine. I'm not an easy pushover.' she pointed out. She turned to look at him, her eyes catching his. Her stomach jumped. What the hell is happening! I can't feel like this she thought to herself. His eyes never left hers either.
'What time is it anyways?' she queried turning away from his stare.
'About 7'
'Man I need some air' she got up feeling a little less pasty. 'You wanna come? We still might catch a young feed' She smiled.
'Er yeah If you don't mind walking around with a pile of dust'
'Oh shit yeah sorry. Forgot' she said sheepishly.
'I'm gonna catch some kip anyways love.'
'Don't you miss being able to defeat the object of being a vampire and walk around in the light?' asked Electra. Her eyes studied his. Looking for some sort of idea. This was a vampire that took a lot of work to get to know
'Sometimes. But I made my choice. Too late to turn back now anyway.'
'Maybe not..' Electra trailed off her eyes trailing along the floor.
'Huh.. what you mean maybe not?'
'Would you like to walk in the light again Spike? she asked smiling. He didn't reply. But she didn't have to delve in his mind to answer her question. His eyes danced the tune. He wanted to. He wanted to live in the light as well as the night. She looked around for a sharp object. A knife. Placed next to a bottle of whiskey. She picked up the knife as the silver shone like headlights to a rabbit on the road. She raised her arm and brought the knife close to her pulse.
'Electra what are you..' Spike started
'Shhh... just wait..' She slid the blade across her skin and looked down at the gaping wound. Turning to Spike she held out her arm.
'Drink my blood Spike. Trust me.' She looked again into his eyes as his met hers once more. Trust her. He did. He'd never trust anyone. But he knew he could trust her.
'But..'
'Just do it. Please.' Spike got up and walked towards her. He never looked away from Electra. Her eyes told stories. Her eyes told him that she could protect him. She wouldn't hurt him. He needed that more then ever. He lifted her arm towards his mouth and looked at the slit. He looked at her again so he had yet another nod of agreement. From the smell of blood his face glided from that of a humans to a vampires. He sank his fangs into her flesh and wrapped his mouth around her wrist. He sucked the sweetness into himself. Liquid fire swam down his throat. Electra's eyes flickered. She looked down at him. He enjoyed it. She smiled. Smirked. She had the power now. Spike fell on the floor, letting go of her now. Blood staining his lips and around his mouth. He was breathing heavily. His body was now twitching. Having a seizure. The panic in his face told Electra he'd never experienced anything like this before. She leant down beside him gripping hold of his hand.
'It's ok Spike. My blood is now one with yours. You'll be ok in a second. And with that his body stopped moving. Still breathing heavily he looked at her puzzled
'What the bloody hell just happened?' he said in between pants. She bent down and seductively licked the excess blood from around his mouth. Then as her lips stroked his, she kissed him fuller then the secret one he tried to get away with earlier. Staying there for a few seconds she pulled away to look at his reaction. His lips curved into a smirk. He'd wanted it. They both got that vibe. Electra got up and helped Spike to his feet.
'Come with me. I have something to show you.'
