A/N: This angsty thing has been in the back of my head for ages, so I
thought to get it down. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Ashes. All he tastes of now are bitter ashes.
My Spike used to taste of darkness, death, and all those pretty things, but now...all ashes. The slayer laughs, seeping into his skin and poisoning what darkness he has held onto, turning his still heart an ugly, pure white.
I tried to bring him back; I went all the way to the Hellmouth to see him. Miss Edith didn't come; she was too full of herself, bragging that she had been right all along. I am still punishing her for that. I nearly had my Spike back. But that slayer, she filled up his mind again. No room for his precious Drusilla...no. All the room reserved for the girl, the slayer, all the little crevices labeled with her name, no gaps left for his memories of his Dark Flower.
So I left again, once more all alone. Miss Edith won't talk anymore, just staring with suspicious eyes. Miss Abigail is my favorite now; I haven't yet to punish her, the good girl. I just hope she doesn't go talking to Miss Edith, for she is a very bad influence on the rest of the girls.
Each night, I brush all of their hair and mine, one hundred strokes exactly. 'Good girls keep their hair free of tangles...' My mummy used to say. I try so hard to be good, I really do! But I'm not good anymore, now a very naughty girl. It's funny, Spike always hated daddy, yet everything he does mimics what daddy did. The daisies laugh at the irony, and I rip their petals off, but they still laugh.
Everything I touch withers and dies; my daisies, my boys, everything. Maybe I should kill off the naughty slayer. Punish her for taking my boys away, one by one. Slayer blood will fix my Spike, running thick in rivers.
Once that naughty girl has met her death, we'll all be family again...I'll get rid of Angel's nasty, pure effulgence, and daddy will return for his Drusilla. Then my Angel, my Spike, and I will be happy again, and everything will be right again. I'll show Miss Edith who's right...then she'll be sorry for all her little lies.
That's what I'll do then, I am going to see the slayer. She's dancing, dancing with death.
Disclaimer: Spike, Drusilla, Angel, and Buffy don't belong to me. sigh I wouldn't be here writing if they did. (Especially Spike ;) ) Anyway, they belong to the genius Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Rating: PG (for a bit of descriptive gore) Time: Post "Crush"
Summary: Just a bit of babble and such. Love Drusilla, though. Please review, there's got to be more S/D fans out there, you haven't all joined Club "Spuffy", now have you?
Ashes. All he tastes of now are bitter ashes.
My Spike used to taste of darkness, death, and all those pretty things, but now...all ashes. The slayer laughs, seeping into his skin and poisoning what darkness he has held onto, turning his still heart an ugly, pure white.
I tried to bring him back; I went all the way to the Hellmouth to see him. Miss Edith didn't come; she was too full of herself, bragging that she had been right all along. I am still punishing her for that. I nearly had my Spike back. But that slayer, she filled up his mind again. No room for his precious Drusilla...no. All the room reserved for the girl, the slayer, all the little crevices labeled with her name, no gaps left for his memories of his Dark Flower.
So I left again, once more all alone. Miss Edith won't talk anymore, just staring with suspicious eyes. Miss Abigail is my favorite now; I haven't yet to punish her, the good girl. I just hope she doesn't go talking to Miss Edith, for she is a very bad influence on the rest of the girls.
Each night, I brush all of their hair and mine, one hundred strokes exactly. 'Good girls keep their hair free of tangles...' My mummy used to say. I try so hard to be good, I really do! But I'm not good anymore, now a very naughty girl. It's funny, Spike always hated daddy, yet everything he does mimics what daddy did. The daisies laugh at the irony, and I rip their petals off, but they still laugh.
Everything I touch withers and dies; my daisies, my boys, everything. Maybe I should kill off the naughty slayer. Punish her for taking my boys away, one by one. Slayer blood will fix my Spike, running thick in rivers.
Once that naughty girl has met her death, we'll all be family again...I'll get rid of Angel's nasty, pure effulgence, and daddy will return for his Drusilla. Then my Angel, my Spike, and I will be happy again, and everything will be right again. I'll show Miss Edith who's right...then she'll be sorry for all her little lies.
That's what I'll do then, I am going to see the slayer. She's dancing, dancing with death.
Disclaimer: Spike, Drusilla, Angel, and Buffy don't belong to me. sigh I wouldn't be here writing if they did. (Especially Spike ;) ) Anyway, they belong to the genius Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Rating: PG (for a bit of descriptive gore) Time: Post "Crush"
Summary: Just a bit of babble and such. Love Drusilla, though. Please review, there's got to be more S/D fans out there, you haven't all joined Club "Spuffy", now have you?