Chapter 3: Why are you afraid of the Light?
The cave was quiet when he woke. Only thing to hear was water dripping down from the cave ceiling. One drop hit his nose and tickled down the side of his lips.
The third and final time, Spike stood. Studying his limp as he walked and the pain he felt on his chest. Spike stumbled a few times but, tried to keep his balance, knowing that if he fell he would never be getting up.
It had been hours, he couldn't tell. Wondering through the caves after it had been weeks, even months, since he entered it. He wanted so badly to just go back to Sunnydale, in his bed with Buffy curled up in his arms. Spike suddenly stopped, he felt a knot in his gut and a lump in his throat. It finally reminded him it was Fear. Something that he had usually recognized but, it wasn't coming from him. He actually had no reason to be scared, at the moment at least. He sensed it, Buffy. The vampire could tell that she was in some kind of danger. It was like a Sixth Sense, he thought.
Suddenly Spike almost felt his heart pound in his chest. He was really imagining it but, the thought of anything happening to her made him broken. He really wasn't going back just to be with her just to help her really and at that moment he knew that for the both of them it would be the best if he only stayed for whatever was going on.
Spike started walking again but, this time trying to ignore his pain and move normally like he wasn't even bruised. The pain he felt rising from his chest hurt so much that he didn't stop but, let his eyes water. He stopped again at many entrance ways, he wasn't sure to go left, right, middle, or even up. The vampire raised his head to the air, carefully taking a sniff before realizing to go left. The scent of dewy grass and night air was that way which proved that he must go left, anyway.
The moon's light was at the end of the cave as he got closer. He finally stopped at the entrance and sighed" Finally."
/
The train wasn't too hard to catch. He had climbed on only an hour ago and it was still early in the morning. Spike stayed settle in the back where the cargo was kept. A lamp lay a few feet in front of him but, Spike stayed out of its warm rays.
A pain echoed through his stomach. It had been days since he had anything to drink, let alone eat. There were a few hundred humans lying dormant in their little seats in front. It was too tempting for Spike but, even in all of this hunger and pain, he knew it was wrong too even think it.
He was drifting in and out of the darkness. The heat that rose in the back had finally got to him. Even if he was dead and cold, he could still feel the temperature. He began to sweat because of it. Making his visions and daydreams seen more real than ever. While this kept happening he noticed a slight change in the scent. It was no longer hot and chalky but, now smelled of rotting corpses and ashes from a fire. He let a growl escape his raw throat.
The vampire ceased his growling when heard this little humming sound. It could not here a heartbeat though and that made fear grasp hold of his heart. Finally, he saw her step into the lamp's rays; she dressed in a little renaissance dress with a little doll wrapped in her right arm.
She cocked her head at him and opened her mouth," Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"'Cause it's safe." He snorted
"How is the dark safe?"
"Because in the dark I only know and see myself. I know that know one else can find me in it." He whispered, going along with it.
"I'm afraid of the dark," she stated
"Why?" he asked almost sounding concerned for her.
"Because monsters live in the dark. You can't see where you're going. You could trip and fall or something could snatch you." The words almost captured Spike. She smiled at him," Why are you afraid of the light?"
He stared at her for a moment, trying to search for the right way to explain it. When he finally got them, the girl stepped back into the darkness. He reached his hand out trying to grab her but; there was only a suitcase he touched. His nose raised and the air that had once smelled of death but, now smelled of the old. Spike thought he was crazy, he thought that maybe the heat was getting to him. He laid his back against the train's wood wall and looked up.
The darkness seemed to be getting to him now. His sleep was pulling his eyes more and more together and no matter how much he didn't want to, he knew that sleep was very much needed if he was to help Buffy.
The more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to go back. To where Buffy and he supposedly had something but, even more worse was what he did that night. His anger and neglecting led him to that. The malice that was filled with in him was over boiling point that night. He remembered how white it was in there. He couldn't get the picture out of his head.
Finally after fighting himself with his emotions, for now anyway, Spike finally wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. He was too lost in his thoughts of Buffy that he lost track of time and it only made him feel even more tired. The circles that engulfed his eyes were swelled so large and dark that even his demon couldn't fight off the need of sleep. Everything suddenly didn't matter and his body became calm and then the darkness took him.
'Why am I afraid of the Light,' he wondered right before closing his eyes.
The cave was quiet when he woke. Only thing to hear was water dripping down from the cave ceiling. One drop hit his nose and tickled down the side of his lips.
The third and final time, Spike stood. Studying his limp as he walked and the pain he felt on his chest. Spike stumbled a few times but, tried to keep his balance, knowing that if he fell he would never be getting up.
It had been hours, he couldn't tell. Wondering through the caves after it had been weeks, even months, since he entered it. He wanted so badly to just go back to Sunnydale, in his bed with Buffy curled up in his arms. Spike suddenly stopped, he felt a knot in his gut and a lump in his throat. It finally reminded him it was Fear. Something that he had usually recognized but, it wasn't coming from him. He actually had no reason to be scared, at the moment at least. He sensed it, Buffy. The vampire could tell that she was in some kind of danger. It was like a Sixth Sense, he thought.
Suddenly Spike almost felt his heart pound in his chest. He was really imagining it but, the thought of anything happening to her made him broken. He really wasn't going back just to be with her just to help her really and at that moment he knew that for the both of them it would be the best if he only stayed for whatever was going on.
Spike started walking again but, this time trying to ignore his pain and move normally like he wasn't even bruised. The pain he felt rising from his chest hurt so much that he didn't stop but, let his eyes water. He stopped again at many entrance ways, he wasn't sure to go left, right, middle, or even up. The vampire raised his head to the air, carefully taking a sniff before realizing to go left. The scent of dewy grass and night air was that way which proved that he must go left, anyway.
The moon's light was at the end of the cave as he got closer. He finally stopped at the entrance and sighed" Finally."
/
The train wasn't too hard to catch. He had climbed on only an hour ago and it was still early in the morning. Spike stayed settle in the back where the cargo was kept. A lamp lay a few feet in front of him but, Spike stayed out of its warm rays.
A pain echoed through his stomach. It had been days since he had anything to drink, let alone eat. There were a few hundred humans lying dormant in their little seats in front. It was too tempting for Spike but, even in all of this hunger and pain, he knew it was wrong too even think it.
He was drifting in and out of the darkness. The heat that rose in the back had finally got to him. Even if he was dead and cold, he could still feel the temperature. He began to sweat because of it. Making his visions and daydreams seen more real than ever. While this kept happening he noticed a slight change in the scent. It was no longer hot and chalky but, now smelled of rotting corpses and ashes from a fire. He let a growl escape his raw throat.
The vampire ceased his growling when heard this little humming sound. It could not here a heartbeat though and that made fear grasp hold of his heart. Finally, he saw her step into the lamp's rays; she dressed in a little renaissance dress with a little doll wrapped in her right arm.
She cocked her head at him and opened her mouth," Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"'Cause it's safe." He snorted
"How is the dark safe?"
"Because in the dark I only know and see myself. I know that know one else can find me in it." He whispered, going along with it.
"I'm afraid of the dark," she stated
"Why?" he asked almost sounding concerned for her.
"Because monsters live in the dark. You can't see where you're going. You could trip and fall or something could snatch you." The words almost captured Spike. She smiled at him," Why are you afraid of the light?"
He stared at her for a moment, trying to search for the right way to explain it. When he finally got them, the girl stepped back into the darkness. He reached his hand out trying to grab her but; there was only a suitcase he touched. His nose raised and the air that had once smelled of death but, now smelled of the old. Spike thought he was crazy, he thought that maybe the heat was getting to him. He laid his back against the train's wood wall and looked up.
The darkness seemed to be getting to him now. His sleep was pulling his eyes more and more together and no matter how much he didn't want to, he knew that sleep was very much needed if he was to help Buffy.
The more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to go back. To where Buffy and he supposedly had something but, even more worse was what he did that night. His anger and neglecting led him to that. The malice that was filled with in him was over boiling point that night. He remembered how white it was in there. He couldn't get the picture out of his head.
Finally after fighting himself with his emotions, for now anyway, Spike finally wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. He was too lost in his thoughts of Buffy that he lost track of time and it only made him feel even more tired. The circles that engulfed his eyes were swelled so large and dark that even his demon couldn't fight off the need of sleep. Everything suddenly didn't matter and his body became calm and then the darkness took him.
'Why am I afraid of the Light,' he wondered right before closing his eyes.