The Shape of Spike Drabble Collection 8

Summary: I became enthralled with the idea of describing Spike through the shape that he cast on others and this series of drabbles was the result. I made this a challenge at the Bloody Awful Gutter and several other authors have written drabbles. Only my own are included here but if you wish to read more they can be found at ?modefic&ficid1876

HELPFUL

Summary: BTVS S7. Cassie wishes she had more time.

Wow! He's like poetry... color and pain and light all swirling...

I see his death and yet... life beyond that...not like incarnation or life after death...he isn't exactly living now, is he? Confusing but it's all good. I can tell that much.

He's going to get what he wants before he dies but it isn't going to be what he needs.

I've pretty much accepted that I'm going to die - any minute now. Time is growing short. I should tell him what I can... that he will get what he wants.

I wish I had time to know him better.

---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ----------

SMELLEMENTARY

Summary: BTVS S7. Spike might have stunk but the Scoobies didn't come off smelling like a rose, either.

XANDER

Sheesh! I feel sorry for the guy. Except I don't. Got exactly what he deserves except not enough. Insanity is not nearly enough.

But what's with the smell.

Funny, I've smelled other vamps, same kind of smell but I never thought of it in connection with Spike. I mean we've been in some pretty close quarters, heavy fighting, not much in the way of cleanup available and he just always smelled like Spike.

Anya tells me it's a sexy smell... just what I wanted to hear. But he never smelled like a vamp, you know what I mean? Just Spike.

-----

DAWN

Whooo! Like perfume for a skunk! And I'm glad. It makes it easier to remember. I don't know if it's the insanity or what but Spike... my Spike... never smelled like that.

I won't forgive him for what he did. He's just a skanky old vampire and he stinks. The smell helps me remember what he did.

My Spike wouldn't have done something like that... maybe he was never the Spike I thought he was. I thought he was my friend, that he loved us but he was just a rotten, vicious monster all along.

Now, he smells like it.

-----

BUFFY

God! In all the time I've known Spike, all the intimate situations we've been in, the fights, the fucking... he's never once come close to smelling like this.

He always had this...male scent. Not musky... like male-scented ice cream, kinda. Chunky-monkey ice cream with male overtones! Chunky-monkey, chocolate Spike! I'd even heard Willow and Tara talking about it how attractive it was. I found it a turn on that's for sure.

Angel didn't smell like other vampires but he didn't have the Spike aroma, either. Neither does Spike anymore...

God! I hope it's not gone forever. That would be tragic!

---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ----------

HELPFUL TOO

Summary: BTVS S7 'Help'. Another possible scene we didn't see. I think Cassie and Spike could have helped each other.

I've been going down to the school basement a lot. All those lunches and evenings when I want to get away from my parents and friends. I know they're only worried but they don't understand.

I'm going to die, I know it. It's not really bad... just a little sad.

The basement would be a scary place I suppose, if you didn't know when you were going to die. I know he's frightened sometimes but I can't even imagine the monsters he must see. He's sad too. Sometimes we just sit and be sad with each other. It's strangely helpful.

---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ----------

TRISCUITS

Summary: BTVS S7. When things get overcrowded it's easy to get a lynch mob mentality...

TRISCUIT BOX #3

Rona attempted an innocent face. "I ain't got no triscuits."

"I saw you hiding the box...look, we've got some cheese whiz and lunch meat. We need something to put them on and the cupboard's bare."

"So go buy something. I paid for those crackers with my own money."

"Skinflint. Look...it's still two days until shopping day. If we ask for money now we have to listen to one of Giles' lectures on budgets and thriftiness. We'll buy you a new box when we shop."

"Oh all righ... hey, where's my Triscuits! Andrew!"

"What? It wasn't me this time! It wasn't!"

-----

TRISCUIT BOX #5

Kennedy glared at the two pouting potentials. "You don't get a choice. If I say you are sparring partners, you are sparring partners."

"I'm not sparring with this Triscuit thief."

"I didn't steal your bloody Triscuits! I told you, I found the empty box and was just throwing it away."

"Well, somebody keeps eating 'em."

"It's Andrew. Everybody knows it's Andrew."

"Hey. Once - I ate a box once. I didn't know it belonged to anybody. I haven't eaten any since!"

Kennedy upped the heat, "Do I need to have Buffy explain why sparring's important?"

"All right, all right! We'll spar."

-----

TRISCUIT BOX #6

"I could get pneumonia!"

Andrew stopped pounding on the door and tried in vain to rub some warmth into his shivering body. Mid December, a light drizzle and nothing but underpants weren't conducive to keeping a body warm. He began pounding again.

"I didn't eat the Triscuits. Honest! Come on guys! Let me in." Amanda's head popped out the upstairs window. "Nobody likes a thief. You have to learn your lesson!" She slammed the window shut.

They let him in when he started turning blue. They were sick of Vicks Vaporub by the time he decided he was well again.

-----

TRISCUIT BOX #8

Spike wandered up the stairs.

Finally! Silence - no screaming, no thumping, no slamming doors. He wasn't sure what all the noise was about; he didn't want to know. Vampires had extra-sensitive senses but Spike had learned to make daytime activity fade into background static.

He put his mug of blood in the microwave to heat and started looking for the Triscuits. Almost as good as Weetabix in his blood.

They kept moving the boxes. Trying to hide them from each other most likely.

He wasn't using his hearing much these days but his sense of smell was coming in handy.

TBC...