A/N: 'Warning: the poem is not for the faint of heart or the easily embarrassed. It is a raw description of sex, not smut so I can have it on this sight but it is very inappropriate for young people.
Disclaimer: The poem don't belong to me, it belongs to the author who is listed above it.
Chapter thirty-five, Ruby Red Slippers (part III)
Last Gods
by Galway Kinnell
She sits naked on a rock
a few yards out in the water.
He stands on the shore,
also naked, picking blueberries.
She calls. He turns. She opens
her legs showing him her great beauty,
and smiles, a bow of lips
seeming to tie together
the ends of the earth.
Splashing her image
to pieces, he wades out
and stands before her, sunk
to the anklebones in leaf-mush
and bottom-slime--the intimacy
of the visible world. He puts
a berry in its shirt
of mist into her mouth.
She swallows it. Over the lake
two swallows whim, juke, jink,
and when one snatches
an insect they both whirl up
and exult. He is swollen
not with ichor but with blood.
She takes him and sucks him
more swollen. He kneels, opens
the dark, vertical smile
linking heaven with the underneath
and licks her smoothest flesh more smooth.
On top of the rock they join.
Somewhere a frog moans, a crow screams.
The hair of their bodies
startles up. They cry
in the tongue of the last gods,
who refused to go,
chose death, and shuddered
in joy and shattered in pieces,
bequeathing their cries
into the human mouth. Now in the lake
two faces float, looking up
at a great maternal pine whose branches
open out in all directions
explaining everything.
Spike awoke with a start, his fore arm was stinging painfully. The vampire opened his eyes to see strong rays of bright sunlight cascading through the window and onto him.
"Bloody hell, I'm never gonna get used to this," he muttered. Spike rolled over and came face to sleeping face with Lola. He sighed falling back onto the pillows when he remembered the previous night. With the realisation of where he was and how he got there had also come a throbbing hang over.
Lola stirred slightly in her sleep, pulling the sheets so they exposed Spikes nakedness. Spike swung his legs out of the bed as his foot came to land it connected with something mushy and wet. Spike looked down to see a half empty curry dish. With slight horror Spike looked at the rest of the small room, seeing everything in sun light made it all seem all the more real.
He looked at the crowded desk in front of the window. There were coffee mugs and empty plates all over it, a vase of wilting lilies stood by the desk mournfully. Lolas abounding cupboard door was open, letting the contents spill out; which consisted of a white vintage wedding dress, vintage ball gowns, tight dresses by famous designers he'd never heard of, tops from all the corners of the world, skirts that seemed to have more layers than cakes, a mass of blue and black jeans and top hats trimmed with lace.
Her carpet was a far cry from clean, books and software for her Applemac (lying open on the floor) littered it. He got up and pulled his jeans on. He walked into the wooden hallway that was compared to the rest fo the place tidy. To get there he had to pass through a narrow space that had a book shelf of old records lining one wall and a large window on the other. He was impressed by some of the titles of the records but he was more concerned about finding his shirt than anything else. He found it kicked under a beaded chair in her living room/ kitchen.
Spike pulled it on along with his jacket, he walked back into the bedroom to take one last look at Lola. She was lying on her stomach with the cover pulled around her arse. He looked at the two tattoos on her back one between her shoulder blades and the other snaking from her lower back into her arse. He shook his head and left the flat for what he thought would be the last time.
0000
Faye walked through the halls of Hogwarts humming to herself. She felt good, really good. All the pain that had swamped her over the last two year seemed to be ebbing away. She really had felt it, she really had felt that she had killed her sister, her sole mate, her best friend. Faye understood the heroin had been a mistake, her cravings were gone and she was slowly beginning to create a life for herself again. Of course she new she would never be able to even go near smack again or she'd be right back where she started. Suddenly Faye banged right into a a very young spotty girl.
"Oh sorry!" Faye said as she tripped a little. Faye then looked up to see that the girl wasn't alone she was being guided along by none other that Draco Malfoy.
"Brocklehurst," he hissed.
"What the fuck are you doing with this girl?" Faye shouted. "My god I new you were sick Malfoy but I never new you were a pedophile! Uh! Get away from her!" Faye pulled the little girl away from Malfoy gruffly.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't wanna shag this bloody idiot!" Draco shouted outraged. He pulled the girl back from Faye.
"Well then what do you want hmm?" Faye pulled the girl back to her by her arm.
"I want her to...to...distract Madame Pince while I go into the restricted section!" Malfoy grabbed the girls other arm, pulling it.
"Sure whatever you say," Faye pulled the arm she was in possession of roughly.
"Let go!" Shouted Malfoy pulling her right arm.
"You let go perv!" Faye pulled the girls left.
"No!" Pull.
"Yes!" Pull.
"No!" Pull.
"Yes!" Pull.
"Yes!" Pull. "Wait."
"Ha!" Pull. Faye pulled the girl and they both toppled over onto the floor.The girl screamed and ran away, leaving Faye and Malfoy panting.
"Uh what are you two doing?" Ginny said as she came up from behind Faye. Faye couldn't help but detect what seemed like a little jealousy in Ginnys voice.
"Nothing you need to worry about darlin," Draco said turning to look at her with a smirk. Ginny shivered slightly, her lips going dry. Draco turned on his heel and stalked after the girl.
"Gin could you help me up?" Faye asked from the floor.
0000
"It's meant to be art deco," Buffy said in confusion.
"It looks like a brain," Faith said walking around the object in question.
"A brain! You're the one that helped me pick it!" Buffy yelled outraged. Faith shrugged and continued to stare at the 'it'. "Uh I guess I should take it back," Buffy said bending down to pick 'it' up; 'it' was in fact a smallish chair, but it wasn't any chair it was a chair covered in pink rubbery tentacles, real tentacles. Buffy prodded one of the tentacles and addressed Dawn who was looking at it with contempt. "What do you think Dawnie?"
"I think...I think it's evil, I swear that tentacle has it in for me, it keeps swaying my way...ew," Dawn said shuddering. "Faith why did you let her by it?" Dawn shouted at the other slayer.
"I dunno it seemed like a good idea at the time, B was really upset over Charlie so we went late night shopping and this was...well it was funny," Faith said defensively.
"Faith it's alive!" Dawn said in an attempt at being calm.
"Guys just calm down ok...I'll just take it back and then we can get back to work. Ok?" Buffy said firmly. Buffy walked over to it purposefully, a tentacle shot out at her aggressively, Buffy yelped and jumped back.
"Demons, Vampires, Dark Wizards are fine but ask Buffy it go near anything remotely bug or fish like and she freaks out," Dawn said sighing.
"Maybe we should get Angel to do it," Buffy said hopefully. The three girls walked back into the stiflingly hot kitchen, where the rest of the Scoobys were assembled (apart from Lola). Buffy looked around and spotted Spike. "Spike nice to see you're here."
"Well I couldn't draw myself away you see pet," Spike said leering.
A spark of midday sunlight filtered through the window and onto the steel surfaces in the kitchen; the light bounced of it and reflected around the room making it look like tiny fairies were spiralling around the room.
"So we're pretty much back to where we started now Lolas gone, I think we sh..." Buffy started.
"No you're not," everyone turned to the door to see Lola standing there. "Listened I just wanna explain ok, so please don't say anything." Lola stepped further into the room and came over to the sun bathed table.
"The reason why I didn't want you guys to have this necklace is because it belonged to my Watcher who's dead."
"But I thought it belonged to your ex...oh," Xander said.
"I had an affair, with my Watcher. It started two years after I found out I was a potential. I was twenty when it started, he trained me and at first we were just friends but then well..." Lola said sadly.
"Was your watcher married?" Willow asked.
"Yeah he was and he had three children. Two years after it started I came over to his house to go patrolling, we were out when some of the bringers attacked us, they killed him but I managed to get away. I went back for his body later and grabbed this necklace he always wore, I haven't taken it of since. Then I came to Sunndale." Lola paused and bit her lip.
"Buffy you're right I am immature and insecure, I can't let go because I know what I did was wrong, but at the time I didn't give a shit about his family. When my parents found out they spread it all around their rich peoples book clubs and everything, I'm not big enough of a person to not care about that stuff. I feel like if I give you this necklace then it's like I'm admitting he died and never was able to like make stuff up with his family," Lola finished she didn't look ashamed she looked thoughtful and slightly pissed of.
"Lola we have to look at that necklace," Giles said gently.
"Yeah I know," Lola unclasped it and handed it to Angel who was nearest. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder to take this more seriously," Lola said.
"Don't worry we forgive you...Lolita," Xander said jokingly.
"Very funny," Lola said snidely as she came to sit down. Spike stared at her he really needed to figure out what was going on between them, if anything was going on.
000
A smooth shimmer of red light settled over the Hogwarts library as the sun set. it bathed to books in what seemed like blood. Ginny sat in a secluded part of the thriving Library with her head stuck in a revision book. She put it down and sighed, the red head looked around and when she turned back to the table she almost jumped out of her skin. Draco malfoy was sitting opposite her calmly.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ginny hissed.
"I need to talk to you," Draco said seriously.
"Ok I'm intrigued, talk," Ginny said.
"Are you happy?"
"What kind of a question is that! Of course I am," Ginny said getting up to go.
"I've seen you with him," Draco said suddenly.
Ginny turned, "With who?"
"Potter. You're hollow around him he drains the happiness out of you, you deserve better, you deserve someone who will put you before any bloody prophesy," Draco said getting up and walking towards her so their bodies were close enough to feel each others heat.
"A...and who do you suggest Malfoy?" Ginny tried to say it snappily but it came out as more of a plea.
"Me," Draco lent forwards and kissed her soundly on the lips. Ginny rapped her arms around him and kissed him back passionately.
000
Darkness had truly settled over the Scoobys house as the clock chimed twelv, the hat stand was cast in a depth of shadow that cascaded over it like a whirl pool. Lola crept through the shadows of the front hallway and into the kitchen to get some cheese.
"Lola," Lola whipped round to see Spike standing there cooly.
"Oh it's you."
"Can we talk?" Spike asked her.
"Spike I don't understand what you want from me. Do you wanna shag occasionally and leave it at that, do you wanna date me? I'm just a fucked up girl with a serious insecurity issue," Lola said bitterly.
"And I'm just a fucked up sod with a slayer obsession.We're standing on the brink of a sodding apocaypse, this is no time pass up chances. We have a chance to make something work, how about it?"
Lola contemplated the offer "You really hurt my feelings when you weren't there this morning. I'm not a slut and I don't appreciate being made to feel like one."
"I'm sorry luv. I need someone, I need some warmth in the nights, I need to feel close to someone for one last time." Spike said as he moved closer to her.
"I don't know, guys usually leave me in an instance because they get sick of having me as their responsibility, and you know I'll get sick of you at some point because that's what I'm like."
"Does that matter, I'm not proposing to you I'm just asking for some interaction and anyway I like that you'll get sick of me, chases are always fun."
Lola smiled and flung her arms around his neck, she bought his head forwards until they were kissing.
000
A sharp gust of wind shook over a dilapidated building sight. Graffiti covered the walls and shit covered the jagged floor. The early morning fog settled over it like a cloud of dead bugs, crawling and cluttering up above.
"Bloody scared out of her mind, I'm telling you," a scrawny boy of around fifteen said as he took a drag on his cigarette. He shook his long hair, so some of the died black tresses fell over his right eye.
"What the fuck d'ja mean?" said another boy with a scottish accent. He had red scraggily hair and sharp pointed teeth that he would run his studded tongue it over every so often.
"I mean she ran into the party right? And she looked around, her eyes were bulging out her fucking head, then she just stared straight ahead and screamed. Next thing anyone new she was on the floor in complete shock. It was fucking trippy man."
"What did she look like?" The other boy asked lighting up his own cancer stick.
"Uh well she had like black hair down to her shoulders. Um she...well ye know she was your regular emo/punk rocker, spiky belt, black, black and more black. She weren't that fit. Oh yeah she had blood all over her head man, like it was spilling down her face kinda."
"Shit."
"I think she might of been gang banged or sumthin'. I mean what else woulda scared her like that? It was just bloody crazy, I slipped out when the police were there didn't want them arresting me again."
"Fuck," said the red head shivering." Jesus man what is it with this bloody weather?"
"I know! Every day it's sweltering hot during the day and at night then in the morning it's a bloody ice box!" He said pulling the hood of his baggy jumper up.
"And then there's the fog, it's every where makes me feel sorta clammy..."
"Well it would Dementors have that effect," said a cool voice from behind them. The two boys whipped around to see the looming shadow of a robbed, stick wielding man.
"Who the fuck are you?" Said the boy with black hair.
"Your killer. Drusilla, feed!" He commanded.
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A/N: Please review. Please tell me what you think of Spike/Lola if you don't like them together tell me and I'll take it out! Ditto to Drusilla and Malfoy/Ginny! I need some reviews! PLEASE!