Author's Note: If you decide this story is bad, sorry. I wrote it
when I was bored in class. Feedback appreciated, however.
I woke to the night rushing around me. I looked around and saw my Spike. The Slayer danced around him, laughing. He kept driving, looking worried. I realized that he had one arm around me and was clutching me fiercely.
"Chained, chained," I cried. He turned to me, surprised, and smiled.
"Are we feeling better?"
"You hurt me! Chained, you are! Chained to summer!"
"No, I'm not, baby. I just had to get you away from that bloody poof."
"You rode your chariot when your boots were repaired!" Furious, I was. A burning fire raged within me. "You went and joined the light! The Slayer!"
"I had to!" he cried. "I'm not gonna spend my life watching that gel- headed nancy boy take you away from me!"
"You joined the light. You used the white queen to capture the black king!"
Spike pulled the car to a halt. "I didn't join anything, Dru. It was a truce, is all. And further, I am the black king! Angel is just a white hat who decided to go and join the winning team! Of course, he wouldn't've if that sodding Slayer wasn't such a slut . . ." He let out a harsh laugh. "And look where it got her! Probably has Angel's sword through her gut as we speak."
A thought a minute, then shook my head. "Alive, alive," I cried. "No friends, no weapons, no hope. But she was left. No more family! No more family!"
"Dru, love, calm down," Spike said. "We don't need Angel, after all. Bloody poof." He stroked my hair. "From now on, it's us, baby."
I looked up at him. "You helped the Slayer," I cried. "You helped your enemy and hurt your lover."
"I'm sorry! I had to, you know! How many times do I have to say it to get it through your head?"
I could still see the slayer around his head. "Bat her away," I murmured. Spike didn't hear.
"Summer's coming," I said. "More day than night. Little Miss Muffet ants to chase the spider away. The dog stands at her glowing green side to protect her. The dog loves the summers, blindingly hot, scorching summers!"
Spike burst out laughing. "You crack me up, Dru. Where's you get this from?"
"I see the summers," I responded. "I see the Summer of Death and the Summer of Birth. Many names, they go by ..."
Spike frowned. "Did you have a vision, love?"
"Summer of Death is also Summer of Dusk. She comes after the sun goes down, bringing the sunlight with her and spreading death through Morrigan's Kingdom. The Summer of Birth is also called the Summer of Dawn. Fatal, scorching, but she does not belong to the night like Dusk. If used at the right time and place, she is beautiful, bringing sweet death ... but she does not like it. She follows her sister!"
"Calm down, Dru," Spike started, stroking my hair.
I looked at him. His heart reached out to Dusk. The Slayer. Why ...? I was his black goddess! How dare he even think about her! He was mine!
"It's wrong!" I cried, pushing him away. "Death and Birth shouldn't have the dark ally! Wrong, wrong, WRONG!"
"Don't worry, pet, we'll stop it."
I looked up. "You do not see, do not hear . . ."
"No, I don't." He smiled. "But I don't need to when I have you, love."
I looked at him. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe ....
I calmed down ad leaned against his chest. Things would be alright. They had to.
I woke to the night rushing around me. I looked around and saw my Spike. The Slayer danced around him, laughing. He kept driving, looking worried. I realized that he had one arm around me and was clutching me fiercely.
"Chained, chained," I cried. He turned to me, surprised, and smiled.
"Are we feeling better?"
"You hurt me! Chained, you are! Chained to summer!"
"No, I'm not, baby. I just had to get you away from that bloody poof."
"You rode your chariot when your boots were repaired!" Furious, I was. A burning fire raged within me. "You went and joined the light! The Slayer!"
"I had to!" he cried. "I'm not gonna spend my life watching that gel- headed nancy boy take you away from me!"
"You joined the light. You used the white queen to capture the black king!"
Spike pulled the car to a halt. "I didn't join anything, Dru. It was a truce, is all. And further, I am the black king! Angel is just a white hat who decided to go and join the winning team! Of course, he wouldn't've if that sodding Slayer wasn't such a slut . . ." He let out a harsh laugh. "And look where it got her! Probably has Angel's sword through her gut as we speak."
A thought a minute, then shook my head. "Alive, alive," I cried. "No friends, no weapons, no hope. But she was left. No more family! No more family!"
"Dru, love, calm down," Spike said. "We don't need Angel, after all. Bloody poof." He stroked my hair. "From now on, it's us, baby."
I looked up at him. "You helped the Slayer," I cried. "You helped your enemy and hurt your lover."
"I'm sorry! I had to, you know! How many times do I have to say it to get it through your head?"
I could still see the slayer around his head. "Bat her away," I murmured. Spike didn't hear.
"Summer's coming," I said. "More day than night. Little Miss Muffet ants to chase the spider away. The dog stands at her glowing green side to protect her. The dog loves the summers, blindingly hot, scorching summers!"
Spike burst out laughing. "You crack me up, Dru. Where's you get this from?"
"I see the summers," I responded. "I see the Summer of Death and the Summer of Birth. Many names, they go by ..."
Spike frowned. "Did you have a vision, love?"
"Summer of Death is also Summer of Dusk. She comes after the sun goes down, bringing the sunlight with her and spreading death through Morrigan's Kingdom. The Summer of Birth is also called the Summer of Dawn. Fatal, scorching, but she does not belong to the night like Dusk. If used at the right time and place, she is beautiful, bringing sweet death ... but she does not like it. She follows her sister!"
"Calm down, Dru," Spike started, stroking my hair.
I looked at him. His heart reached out to Dusk. The Slayer. Why ...? I was his black goddess! How dare he even think about her! He was mine!
"It's wrong!" I cried, pushing him away. "Death and Birth shouldn't have the dark ally! Wrong, wrong, WRONG!"
"Don't worry, pet, we'll stop it."
I looked up. "You do not see, do not hear . . ."
"No, I don't." He smiled. "But I don't need to when I have you, love."
I looked at him. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe ....
I calmed down ad leaned against his chest. Things would be alright. They had to.
