Spike slammed the door of his crypt and listened in
satisfaction as the thick stone cracked. "Fucking
Whore!" he roared, pounding his fist into the wall.
"This is it! No fucking more! I tried to be what she
wanted! A fucking lapdog like everyone else!" he
growled, hurling his television at the broken door.
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
"Fuck this!" spike snarled at his crypt. "No more of
this shit! I wasn't sired to sit around and live
without killing! To fucking drink from a bag!" Spike
screamed as he clawed at his scalp.
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
Buffy would pay. Little slut would pay in flesh...
Buffy's Room
1 hour before...
"Spike I know you want me, you know you want me.
Tonight, I'm yours." Buffy said seductively. She
removed her shirt and raised a hand to massage her
bare breast. "Aren't you gonna play?" she pouted.
Spike closed his jaw and swallowed. He made his way
to her bed where she had lain down suggestively.
Lowering his head, he took a rosy nipple between his
lips and started to swirl it with his tongue.
Buffy arched at the contact and moved her hands down
to slide her skirt off, followed quickly by her
panties. Spike was hit by a strong wave of her arousal
and lightly bit her nipple. She gasped and took hold
of his head pushing her down in front of her cunt.
"Lick it," she ordered.
Spike lapped at her juices, not letting a drip
escape. He slid his hand up her naked thigh and across
to her opening. He ran his tongue over her clit as he
pushed three fingers into her. She bucked harshly and
he used his other hand to hold her hips down. He
continued licking and thrusting his fingers in until
she came with a scream. He gave her a moment to come
down before moving up her body and positioning himself
at her entrance. She opened her eyes as she felt his
cock on her wetness and pushed him off in disgust.
"Eww... What are you doing! We're done here. Leave"
She demanded.
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
Now here he was in his broken crypt, with a bottle of
whiskey and a bruise on his cheek. "I'm a fuckin'
idiot." He said to himself. He stood and made his way
to the back of the crypt where a mirror hung. He
looked in it for a long while, hoping for something to
magically appear. He finally closed his eyes and put
his fist through the glass. He watched as the blood
welled on his fist. As it started dripping to the
floor, he licked his knuckles, wincing as the glass
cut his tongue. Falling to the floor he covered his
ears and started screaming.
And I've been wrong; I've been down,
To the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "are we having fun yet?"
Walking home from the Sunnydale library was a longer
trip that night than Willow imagined. And avoiding the
cemeteries made the trip a longer one. She was getting
closer to home when she decided to cut through just
one and shorten her route by about half. She was
almost home free when the screaming started. She spun
around sharply at the sound. It was an inhuman scream,
the kind that made her skin want to shrivel. Against
her better judgment she made her way to the sound. As
she neared she realized that the sound was coming from
Spike's crypt. She sped to a run and didn't slow as
she saw his door in shambled. She made her way to the
back of the crypt where she saw spike on his knees in
a pile of broken glass, clutching his head with bloody
hands and blood spilling from his mouth.
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
Willow didn't know what to do. She'd never seen
anything like this and didn't even know what exactly
she was witnessing. She watched helplessly until his
Screams died out and were replaced by sobs. Willow did
the only thing she could think of and kneeled down to
take him into her arms. She whispered comforts to him
'til he fell asleep.
'What the hell is going on?' willow asked herself.
'How is it that I'm in a cold-blooded killers crypt,
comforting him to sleep? Who am I to offer comfort to
anyone?'
And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
Spike awoke with warmth around him and tensed,
thinking it was the slayer. He opened an eye to se it
was the witch, sleeping awkwardly in a sitting
position on her heels with him in her arms and her
head resting on his. He couldn't remember her arriving
but was sure it was her doing that he was calmed.
'Fucking Nancy-boy I am, letting a human see me
break.' He shook his head in disgust and accidentally
woke the girl.
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
"Sorry." Spike muttered as the girl woke up.
Willow opened her eyes and looked at him strangely.
"For what?" she asked.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Waking you up." He clarified.
"Oh." Willow said. "Why?" She asked.
"Why what?" He asked in confusion.
"Why are you sorry? I would have wakened eventually."
Willow explained. At Spike's look of annoyance she
continued, "Are you okay?"
Spike looked away from the girl, "I'm fine."
Willow nodded, "What happened?"
Spike looked sharply at her and saw that she seemed to
care. "Your friend's a bitch." He stated.
Willow sighed, "Which one?" she asked with a little
grin.
Spike raised a brow, "The slayer."
Willow snorted, "Well duh! So is this what that's all
about? You finally realized she was a whore?"
Spike frowned at her as she made him feel stupid. "No,
not entirely," He growled.
Willow rose a brow, "then what?" She asked.
Spike sighed, "I just, broke. I looked at myself, what
I was, what I am now. I'm nothing, I'm not even worth
the stolen blood in my veins."
Willow frowned. "Bullshit."
And I've been wrong; I've been down,
To the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
"Excuse me?" spike asked angrily.
"I said bullshit!" Willow replied, surprising even
herself with her nerve today. "You're worth something
and you know it. You say it all the time. You're a
badass vampire who could kill us all, blah, blah. What
now you don't believe it? Well too bad! I don't care
if you fuck up and want the slayer, I don't care if
you slip every once in a while and start to sob, but
fuck you if you think you can convince me you're
worthless! It ain't happinin'"
And this is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
Spike tried to talk but the words refused to surface.
Finally he recovered from her speech, "Thank you." He
said quietly, "I needed that."
Willow grinned and walked over to him, wrapping her
arms around him. "It's what you are that matters, not
what you aren't," she continued to hug him until
finally pulling away and looking him squarely in the
face with a grin, "And for the record, The Big Bad
does NOT say thank you."
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am