Story Notes: A drabble inspired by the alley scene in Dead Things, which really hacked me off. (As if you won't be able to tell.) References to Spike's rant in Lovers' Walk.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea so don't even bother to ask. Apologies to all for any grammatical errors or just plain wrongness. Completely unbeta-ed so it's all entirely my fault. Feedback is always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never gonna be mine. Not making a profit here either.
Rating: Maybe PG for disturbing imagery.
Blood screams. He told her that once, that love makes your blood scream.
And it does. Screams and streams and pours down his face in rivers like tears- refracting light and love into the deepest, darkest part of her heart. Sucked up and in and, oh God, there's no escape from that black hole.
If he had a life, or a soul, he would give it. He doesn't. He only has a love she can't accept, doesn't want, and pouring blood that he would give, if asked. But she just takes.
Nearly every day he bleeds for her, blood s c r e a m i n g.