The Shape of Spike Drabble Collection 9
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
WAR STORY
Summary: Post Why We Fight (aka 1943). Some war stories are slightly exaggerated. Some aren't.
I remember sitting on Grandpa's knee listening to his war stories. When he was drinking he would tell me about submarines, monsters that ripped out your throat and how if men were lucky they stayed dead.
At first I had nightmares but then I grew old and wise, and Grandpa, foolish and sad. I knew his stories were silly and I quit listening.
Today my partner and I caught a call. When he suggested wild dogs I didn't disagree but I pulled the family aside and suggested cremation. I think I'll watch the gravesites just in case they didn't listen.
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TABLE MANNERS
Summary: Those pesky potentials came up with another story. Sorry, I can't get to sleep and this popped into my head - no wonder I can't get to sleep!
Rona made gagging noises, "Oh ick! He left his blood on the table again. It's so gross!"
"How can he eat that stuff. Wonder what it tastes like?" In the interests of research, Andrew attempted to put himself into the mindset of the Vampyre.
"Why don't you try it..." "I dare you!" "Try it!" The potentials felt the idea had potential.
"Are you kidding? Do you know what terrible diseases you can get from blood? Aids, Mad Cow disease... and... and scabies!"
"What? You can't get scabies from blood. Can you get scabies from blood?"
"What the hell are scabies?"
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SING A LONG
Summary: S6. Some demons have a long memory.
I have hunted them all down save one. All the witnesses to my shame. I removed their tongues before their death so they cannot repeat the story of my humiliation even in hell.
How well I remember that smirking face as it reveled in my embarrassment. It laughed - at me! Umbiliwatamoso of the Chiddiwik clan. My butt-flaps quiver to think of it.
I sang my utmost, inmost feelings. My voice soared in beauty. I will find the last one if it takes the rest of my unnatural life. No one hears a Chirago Demon make like Yma Sumac and unlives.
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HALLOWEEN PARTY
Summary: ATS S5 LOTP.
It wasn't one of Wolfram & Hart's best Halloween parties. Too disjointed - slow to get started and although the murders were fun, it was too easy to see that the members of Duke Sebassis party were the designated victims. No suspense.
With the new management around you had to be so careful not to accidentally disembowel someone or snip off their toes. Boring.
Still the party had its moments. My favorite was the ghost. Plantinum hair flashing under the disco ball, shaking his spectral booty to the strains of 'Le Freak'. Now there is something you don't see every day.
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BUTTINSKI
Summary: BTVS S4. Harsh Light of Day. Spike and Harmony's designated victim doesn't know what he missed out on but he thinks he does.
I don't know why that blond bimbo had to butt in.
Sure I was drunk but give me a few minutes and I would have been up to whatever my new buddies had in mind.
That would have been some action. My first threesome! And when one of the parties is called 'Spike'. Well...
But no-o-oh. Miss Buttinski had to butt-in-ski and I lose out on the opportunity of a lifetime.
I guess I can't blame the guy. I mean I would have preferred girl-guy-girl myself - but I wasn't going to complain.
Oh well. I think I'll get another drink.
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JUMPING THE SHARK
Summary: BTVS S6. Post Tabula Rasa.
My reputation took a hit for sure - Mr. Spike and his lady gave it me good. But then since the Slayer was involved I don't suppose it will do too much damage. Everybody knows that lady is a real tigershark. I wouldn't mind flapping fins with her. I've always been a sucker for the ladies.
The halibut is I don't know whether I should ban Spike from further games in my establishments or if that will just get her on my back again. Heh, heh. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. We could have a whale of a time.
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TREE DREAMS
Summary: Later BTVS S7. There was someone that Spike forgot about.
I miss him. Oh, he's still around but I suppose with all those nubile young maidens swarming around him, he has forgotten me.
Sometimes he would climb into my arms and we would be entwined like lovers. Other times he would stand beside me for hours, silently communing.
He would light tiny fires to warm me and breathe his smoky breath into my limbs. He would leave me gifts of paper, tar and ash from the smoldering remains.
So now the ashes of our love are all I have left. He passes by me without so much as a glance.
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THE CUP
Summary: Their meeting was momentary...
I was forged for deceit, my outer façade one of promise and hope. Yet within I held only dross. I did not care, thinking only to fulfill my purpose - to hold the liquid of torment.
And then his touch - his lips pressed against my rim. His kiss was the whisper of a dream, a promise of glorious fulfillment - and then he rebuffed me, cast me aside as less than nothing. Now, I must face eternity knowing what I have lost.
Alas, my gold is more than a layer of gilt but more precious is the touch of his lips.
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HELMET HEAD
Summary: Since we were doing Spike/Inanimate object with the Shape of Spike, I will consider this an SOS drabble. It is in response to some feedback from 'The Sorrowful Tale of Miss Kitty Fantastico'. Perletwo at SpikesSalvation said "OK, I want Spike/Comb UST fic now....". Sorry, only a drabble.
He has curls, such beautiful curls - that I almost hate my purpose in life.
He grasps me, firmly yet gently.
Then, stroke after stroke, he slips my tines through the tangle of his hair. Starting me at the top - slippery with gel - until I rest in the curls at his neck - slowly at first - he slides me from root tip to root tip, caressing each one in turn.
Then more swiftly,
his strokes growing longer, stronger, over and over,
his curls whipping around me in frenzied agitation...
until...
finally...
they cede to my touch...
stretched and sticky with gel.
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WE SURVIVE
Summary: Post NFA. It isn't over.
I had not thought any of us would be standing after the forces of Wolfram & Hart ceased their onslaught. Yet quiet has descended and our enemies come no more. We have won...and lost.
I mourn that of our number, it is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce who has fallen. Yet I cannot begrudge any other of my comrades their life.
Charles Gunn, fallen from grace yet standing true in the hour of need.
Angel, soul-weary, determined to take down giants even in his moment of greatest despair.
Spike, unquenchable, dead, yet more alive than any other I have known.
Myself.
We survive.