Song: 'At Night' by Robert Smith and the Cure
POV: Spike's

She's driving me insane, and by that I mean she's making me nuttier than Dru *ever* was! She comes to me at the crypt, and opens her sweet body to me, lets me make love to her, and then she... wanders off to meet that spineless bint of a girlfriend she's got!

And I *know* this is hard for her; of *course* it is, but damn it, the girl is *mine*! She's bloody well *been* mine from the moment she first kissed me, and it's time she realized that little fact! And *seeing* as she's mine, she has to understand that I'm not willing to *share*. It's not in my nature. And yes, I know I'm a vampire; hence there's nothing 'natural' about me, but still!

Yet I'm stuck following her around, and pretending there's nothing going on whenever her 'friends' are around, which is *far* too often for *my* liking. I sit and watch that limp dishrag of a girl snuggling up with *my* Red, and all because... she's ashamed of me.

Oh, she's never come right out and *said* it, but I know what she's thinking. She's worried about what her useless friends would say... afraid of seeing the disappointment in the watcher's eyes. Well, too bad! She's gonna have to deal with it, and sooner rather than later, because... I've had *enough*!

// Sunk deep in the night

I sink in the night

Standing alone underneath the sky...

I feel the chill of ice on my face

I watch the hours go by... hours go by... //

I've seriously had enough of this, and maybe I'm being selfish, but I'm a *vampire*! Selfish is just another survival trait for my kind. She should *know* that by now!

That's why I followed her home from the latest Slayer-less meeting at the magic shop. Meeting, hah! What a laugh! The remaining members of the bloody Scooby gang join up there and flip through books, looking for who knows what, and it's not like they can *do* anything, even if they somehow manage to find something to fight... well, except *die*. And I'd welcome that, because if they were dead and gone? There'd be no one left for her to be afraid of. No one she'd be scared of hurting by loving me.

And she *does* love me. I *know* it, even if she won't say it yet. She will, one of these days, even if I have to tie her to my bed and shag her into screaming it out, she *will* tell me!

But none of that's any help right now, because... I must've smoked at least a half a pack since she and the blonde bint got home. I stood right here by this tree, and watched her window, and I *swear* I could hear the sounds of her playing around with her *girlfriend*, and it's driving me insane! I've got to get this bloody *chip* out of my head, if only so that I can kill that Tara bitch.

// You sleep

Sleep in a safe bed

Curled and protected

Protected from sight...

Under a safe roof

Deep in your house...

Unaware of the changes at night... //

I don't know who I think I'm kidding. I wouldn't hurt the chit, even if I *could*, but only because that would end up hurting *Willow*, and that's something I never want to do. Besides, if I killed her girlfriend, she'd probably go getting all mad at me, and that wouldn't do me any good at all.

So what am I gonna do, then? I can't *kill* the bitch, and I can't make Red 'fess up about us, so... But I can make it very clear to the girlfriend that there's something going on. Maybe drop a few hints, all subtle-like... mention the birthmark high on Willow's hip, or the way she whimpers when she cums beneath me... tell her how much I envy her for having that talented tongue in her bed every night. Yeah, that just might work.

Whatever I do, it's gonna have to be *soon*, 'cause I don't think I can stand this for much longer.

I watch the window until the last flicker of candle light goes out, and after a few more minutes, I stroll off for the crypt that seems so much worse without her in it, and...

I'm home. Sadly enough, this hollow cube of stone, and dirt, and bones is all I have now. But I get undressed and drink some cold blood from the fridge. It's kind of gross, but at least it's human, and I crawl into my bed.

I can still smell her on the sheets, I can almost taste her in the air, and I'm so hard it's not even funny. I remember how her hot mouth felt, engulfing my cock... remember the way her nipples brushed against my thighs while she sucked me, and licked me, until I was ready to scream. I remember her sigh of sheer pleasure when I came in her mouth, and the way her eyes sparkled when she looked up into my true face, licking her lips. She deserves so much more than that little girly witch of hers, and... I'm for *damned* sure gonna see that she gets it, in the form of the Big Bad, of course.

So I close my eyes, my fingers dancing over my own hungry flesh, and imagine that my own hand on my cock is *hers*. I can picture her, laying there beside me, seeing how much torment I can take before I just *have* to press her back against the mattress and thrust fully inside her. I can hear her voice in my mind, teasing me, taunting me with very graphic descriptions of what she wants to do to me... *with* me... And my fist is moving faster on my own hard shaft, and I can just *see* her smiling wickedly as the demon comes out, and the point of her tongue slips from between her soft, warm lips, and... Sadly, I cum all over myself, but then again, I was expecting to.

I wait until the rapid, unnecessary breaths fade to nothing, and open my eyes on the silent, dank crypt once more. Somehow, it doesn't seem as bad when she's here, but she's *not*, and I *hate* this place!

// At night

I hear the darkness breathe

I sense the quiet despair...

Listen to the silence at night...

Someone has to be there...

Someone has to be there... //

I hate it that this is how far I've fallen. I mean, I once had an entire *factory* to call my own, and granted, it wasn't *perfect*, but it was worlds away better than *this* place... and then there was the Mansion. Now, *it* wasn't exactly *mine*, but still, not somewhere I'd be ashamed to take my girl.

And now that I think about it, I suppose I can't *blame* her for being that little bit stand-off-ish. Who'd want to live here, after all? It's my place, and *I* don't even want to be here! No, I'd be better off finding some nice little apartment somewhere; maybe even a *house*. But that takes money, which is something I'm in rather short supply of at the moment. Of course, I *do* have one option, although I'm not really happy about taking it... But if it works, maybe she'll see that while I'm not exactly good, I might be good *enough*... and I won't have to be alone in this disgusting bloody mausoleum. She's mine, and she'll know it soon enough, and then...? Well, *then* I'll move her in to my nice new digs, and she'll never have cause to regret it.

So, I don't see that I have much of a choice... and neither does *he*! It's his *job* to take care of his childer, after all, and souled or not, I'm gonna make bloody well sure that the ponce does just *that*! I doubt he'll stake me, what with the chip and all, so...

Looks like I'm going to LA.

// Someone must be there... //

End.

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