AUTHOR: La Rose Noire
EMAIL: afalling_angel@yahoo.com
SUMMARY: Takes place during the summer, after Buffy's unfortunate demise. Will be a Spike/Willow piece 'cause, well, I like 'em. Together. So there.
RATING: G (But we'll see how it goes in other parts.)
DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al own all that is Buffy...including the characters in this story. No copyright infringement intended...just an attempt to rewrite their world to my liking.
DEDICATION: To Greydon (who insists I'm still good), and Ash, who is
finally back where she belongs, and The Lycanthrope for being, well, himself.
Blood and Darkness Parts 1 & 2
Every night I tell myself the same thing: this will be
the last time. Tonight will be the last time I spend my
precious hours of darkness trailing after a bunch of
children and an aging Watcher trying to save the world
from evil. After all, the Slayer's gone now, gone the
way they all go, another pointless sacrifice in a never
ending battle they'll never win. What a waste.
So tonight is the last night I am going to spend
following some little girl around a cemetery, even if
she is a witch, hoping for a spot of violence to
brighten up my night.
After all, I'm still the Big Bad, chip or no chip. They
may think I'm nothing but some sort of blood sucking
attack dog brought to heel, but they're wrong.
I am a demon. I am bloody evil through and through. I am
blood and death and darkness and power. It's in me, and
calls to me, and no piece of metal in my head can change
that.
Which is why I chose to stay close to the witch tonight.
She thinks I don't know what's she's been doing, that I
can't feel it. Silly chit. It's there for anyone who
knows what to look for. The magic she's been wielding
has left it's mark on her, in her. It calls to me.
With blood and darkness and death and power.
It's a song I haven't heard in far too long.
Every day I tell myself the same thing: this will be the
last time. That this spell is as far as I will go, that
I can't, I won't, deal with this kind of magic.magic
that sings of blood and darkness and death.
But in my heart I know I'm lying. I know it's the only
way.
Because I have to bring her back.
But I didn't, couldn't, know it would be like this. All
this power, like a fire inside me, burning, burning,
burning.
Every day I tell myself that I am strong enough to
control it, that I can do this, BE this. And I almost
believe it.
Because I have to do this for her.for all of us.
Oh, Goddess, no. He's watching me again. I can feel it,
feel the weight of his gaze, making the fire inside me
burn a little brighter. It's all I can do to remember to
breathe.
Why did he have to come with ME tonight?
Why won't he stop touching me?
It's all I can do to remember to breathe when he touches
me. The casual hand in the middle of my back when we're
walking.the brush of his fingers against mine when he
moves ahead to lead the way. each touch makes the fire
inside me rage to be free.
I can feel all that power inside me struggle against the
walls I've carefully built to contain it, threatening to
turn them all to ash in seconds and burn out of control,
bright and strong.
I can't take this much longer.
Maybe I'll get lucky and we'll run into some vampires.
Then I'd have a reason to let go, to use some of this
power trapped inside me.
To let the fire burn.
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