His Life & His Loves
By Willowwood
In Fool for Love
We delved into his past
And discovered why he's William the Bloody at last.
Buffy got staked by one of her own.
She needed to see she wasn't alone.
The watchers diaries didn't have a clue
What the champion slayer must do.
When fighting the battle that leads to her death
The tomes couldn't cover the girls dying breath.
On top of the Hellmouth there's but one who would know.
Bribed to the bronze with his love in tow.
From a darkened corner, he told of slayers before.
Destruction and death is all that she saw.
Who would have guessed, he's got a poetic heart?
His life was broken right from the start.
Cecily spurned him; he was beneath her she said.
Drusilla embraced him, and welcomed him to the dead.
Drusilla his sire, a mystery for years
Whispered sweet words that swept away his tears.
This newly made vampire saw it all as a game.
His torture with railroad spikes was his credit to fame.
One of the Scourge, he now had become.
They'd travelled through Europe, but were now on the run.
Angelus was cross his schemes all undone,
As William the Bloody and Spike became one.
They hid in a mine shaft, to escape from the mob.
Spikes violent rampage, had done quite a job.
Fist and fangs was all he could see.
All Angelus wanted was pure artistry.
He found his first Chosen One, in a far off land.
In a temple in China they fought hand to hand.
The slayer was quick her fighting was real.
At the end of the battle, Spikes fangs, she would feel
She was the first, of the two he would kill.
Buffy found the truth a bitter sweet pill.
Back in the bronze Spike continued his tale;
A death wish upon them was why slayers fail.
Buffy was stunned; she chose not to believe
That his stories were true, Spike was out to deceive.In the 20th century, in the Bronx of New York,
Spikes second slayer, was alert as a hawk.
Dressed as a punk, with a pin through his brow
They fought on the subway, the battle was now.
They danced to a tune as the carriage sped along.
They parried and sparred to an unspoken song.
Nicky was good but the enemy was tough
The moves she'd been taught just weren't good enough.
The slayer was dead; her neck it was broken
He slipped off her coat, as a combat token.
Twenty years on, he still wears it with pride.
And Buffy discovered Spike never lied.
Out in the alley, the tension was strong.
Spike moved in for a kiss; he'd been patient too long.
Buffy stepped back, his advances a shock.
The force of her punch, made his body rock.
"It would never be you," Buffy said with a sneer.
Her brutal words reduced him to a solitary tear.
As she strode away, he vowed his revenge.
His eyes filled with hate as his humanity descends.
His thoughts turned to Dru, as he remembered Brazil.
"Why can't you kill her," she called with a shrill.
Spike and Drusilla had drifted apart.
She flirted with demons, and shattered his heart.
Spike stormed through the garden on Revello drive
With murder in mind, shot gun hung by his side.
Sitting out on the porch, alone Buffy wept.
Seeing her stricken features, his fury he kept.
His intentions now gone, he sat down by her side.
His thoughts turned to comfort, despite all his pride.
They sat deep in thought, not a word was spoken;
The slayer and the vampire their hatred now broken.
~Fin~