Alone
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except a photo of me and James. (He's lovely, me not so much)
Summary: Just a little ficlet I'd been brooding on since the showing of "Crush" at the convention. David Fury's commentary during the screening was a riot. Takes place during Season 4's "The I In Team" after Giles pays Spike what he owes him for helping out in "A New Man".
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A/N: I had a blast at the Sacramento convention and came away with plans to attend every convention I can run away to next year. James is a wonderfully kind person with a truly beautiful soul BUT it left me with a little bit of writer's block as now I see James not Spike so I wrote this to try to get back into the 'Spike mindset' and completely separate my favorite vampire from my favorite person.
WayWard Childe: sorry I didn't float this by you first but something urged me to get it posted. Doesn't mean I love you less, just felt the pull, you know?
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Spike watched the crypt door close behind the Watcher. He'd made his hatred of the older Brit and his little band of demon fighting children plain but that didn't change the facts of Spike's new existence. He was alone. The blond lifted his hand and gazed at the money clenched in his slender fingers. A small bitter chuckle broke free. Little did the human know that Spike would have helped him for free. All he would have had to do was ask… nicely.
The vampire wandered back to the sarcophagus he'd been using as a bed. It was hard and sleeping on it was next to impossible but it was the best he could do in his current condition. A wave of hatred for the Initiative swept through Spike. He jumped up to sit on the stone coffin and slowly lowered the hand clutching the money. He gazed around the dusty tomb. The spider webs that decorated the corners were thick and dark. The crypt was spacious and at one time had been one of the more resplendent resting places in the cemetery. But now it was run down, dark, chilly and filthy.
For the first time in over a century Spike was completely alone. He hated it. He hated the Initiative, the Slayer, her bloody Scoobies and he hated Drusilla. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs. Dull sapphire eyes made one more sweep of the empty space that was his new home.
"Damn."
Finis