Spoilers: BTVS season 5 (Into the Woods)
Rating: R
Summary: Spike finds out about Riley’s “fangjobs” and
things turn out a
little differently than they did on the show. Warning!
Character death.
But who bites it? (That’s like a pun. Get it? Oh, never
mind.)
Disclaimer: These characters and universe belong to Joss Whedon, Fox
Television, Kuzui Enterprises, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television etc. I
just watch the show and my brain says-what if?
Someone told
me once
that there's a right and wrong,
punishment was sure for those
who dare to cross the line.
--Tool ‘Jerk Off’
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Walk Away By Rabbit
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The lighting was bad. Actually it was nonexistent. Spike
had to rely on
illumination from the streetlight outside to make its way
into the
building, and he wasn’t sure if it was worth it anyway. This was
the most
disgusting sort of flop- house he’d ever seen, worse even than the
squats
he used to frequent in New York in the seventies-and those had been
bad.
‘Public service announcement,’ he thought to himself, shuddering at the
memory, ‘heroin is bad’.
He wouldn't even have bothered, except
he could've sworn that he saw Iowa
skulking in under cover of night without
benefit of armed forces or a
five foot Slayer to cover his ass, and that
little possibility just
reeked of suspicion …blackmail…money…beer and
cigarettes (listed in order
of chronological significance and not
necessarily by importance or
priority). If the lad was taking on slayer duty
by himself, it was sure
to cause friction between he and Buffy…and in that
case, she might need a
sympathetic *ear*. (And lately the vampire was all
about that:
Summers…her ear…and various other parts.)
Considering the lack of dust piles or concern that the slayer’s shag
stick had breached their inner sanctum, he either hadn't learned much
from Buffy or his visit was for a different purpose. Half dozen vampires
and nearly as many humans lounged in various poses, doing things that
caused Spike’s fangs to itch. Which begged the question: what the fuck?
Why on earth would white bread be here? Demon outreach program? Yeah,
right. Something just *smelled* suspicious. This was too good to be
true-rather like manna from heaven falling right into his lap.
Upstairs, he poked his head into several empty rooms and three was
his
lucky number. In the third room there was a filthy, bare mattress in the
corner of the room floating on a sea of garbage that covered the floor.
The sickly glow from outside didn't improve the ambience. It took a
moment for Spike’s eyes to focus on the couple in the room and when they
did, he wasn't sure that he believed them because the image defied all
acceptance.
Riley lie naked from the waist up, those sculpted
pecs occasionally
twitching as he repositioned himself. The lower half of
his body was
covered by the junkie vamp who draped herself over him and was
sucking on
his arm. Her scrawny little stick figure totally clashed with the
vibrant, healthy form of the commando who probably could've crushed her,
but for some reason was letting her feed from him.
“Harder,”
army boy commanded, and she responded by sliding across him,
gripping his
elbow tighter and increasing the pressure of her suckling.
She rose up a
little higher on her knees and her head began to bob faster
as she coaxed
more and more of the blood from his veins. The boy’s eyes
closed and his jaw
stiffened with the heightened sensation. He lowered
his chin to his chest
and bit his lip as the sounds the vamp made
intensified, interspersed now
with little groans that even made Spike
start to get hard.
Oh
the Slayer’s gonna go mental.
“Don't stop,” Peaches commanded as the
vamp broke contact and looked over
her shoulder at the blonde in the
doorway. The human didn't even open his
eyes, so she shrugged and went back
to her meal. If he didn't care,
neither did she. It wasn't the first time
she'd had an audience. She
became more vocal, moaning and slurping
dramatically while she writhed a
little and rubbed against Riley. She would
have to get paid more for two,
but she didn't mind really and both were good
looking.
She wouldn't be making extra tonight. Spike watched the
pair for another
minute, and then went back downstairs. He was waiting on
the front porch,
smoking a cigarette when Riley Finn came out the front
door.
“Working on your social worker merit badge…or just selling
some cookies?”
Spike flicked the butt of his smoke away; it arced with a
stream of
sparks, then landed in a puddle and sizzled out.
Half
a breath’s hesitation and the sideways darting of his eyes as if
testing
possible escape routes preceded the boy’s answer. “I don't know
what you're
talking about.”
The vampire tilted his head and raised an eyebrow
questioningly. “You
don't know? Well, let me give you a hint: A flophouse, a
junkie vamp, a
suck job and the Slayer’s boyfriend. One of these things
doesn't belong
here. Can you guess which one?”
The complete
draining of color from Riley’s face, coupled with the
nervous twitching of
his hand were enough to confirm his guilt. “What do
you want-money? I don't
have anymore on me, it’s all at home,” the
soldier spat out in disgust.
“Maybe you'd better invite me home, we can talk there,” Spike
suggested,
enjoying seeing him squirm.
“The hell I will.”
(They're always so fearless when they try to resist.) “Hmmnn, I
haven't
talked to the Buffster for a few days. I wonder how she’s doing?”
Spike
mused aloud innocently. “You know this is a difficult time for her,
with
her mum being sickly and all. She doesn't really need any more upset.”
“If you tell her, I'll kill you,” Finn threatened.
Spike
reasoned, “But she'll still know about your sordid new hobby, so
what’s that
gonna get ya, huh? Be smart and listen to what I have to
say.”
“I could kill you now.”
The vampire hadn't thought of
that. Damn, details *are* important. “Do
you think I'm stupid? I told
Harmony to get to the crypt. She'll tell
Buffy everything if
anything…untimely should happen to me,” he bluffed.
“You're lying.”
“Am I? You were up there a long time. Harm’s probably already in
hiding.”
He could see the doubt lingering on the boy’s face. “Are you a
gambling
man?”
Spike knew enough about him, had seen him fight
against some incredible
odds and guessed that Riley usually was, but not
when it came to Buffy.
There was no reason Finn would let her be dragged
down into this, not
now. The soldier didn't know how to explain his recent
behavior to her;
he probably didn't know what it meant himself. The blood
letting was
something that had gripped him, something strong that he hadn't
known
existed within him…something that wouldn't be letting go soon. But
Spike
could tell that it was pissing him off to have to cave in to blackmail
from a vampire, so he offered the one thing that was still true in the
commando’s life.
“You don't want to hurt her Finn. She doesn't
have to know about this.”
Riley looked utterly defeated. He sighed.
“Okay.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The blonde
vampire stood three feet from him, having been invited in the
apartment.
“I've got fifty bucks,” Riley offered tossing the folded bill
at the
vampire. “Now get out.”
“Spike smirked as he caught it against his
chest, then shoved it in his
pocket. “It’s not that easy…it’s never that
easy.”
“Does it involve you hanging around all the time, because I
don't think I
can take that for long.”
Spike ignored the comment
and wandered around looking at the interior of
Finn’s home as he wondered
out loud, “What I can't figure out is why a
bloke who’s fucking Summers
would throw that all away?” He picked up a
baseball lying on the mantle,
threw it in the air and caught it. “ There
are a lot of guys who'd love to
get their hands on her…including some in
her inner circle,” he added
cryptically.
“Well, *they're* not going to.” Riley reached over and
snatched the ball
back, replacing it to its position on the mantle.
“Because her brave, knight in shining armor is going to protect her
from
all the bad things that sleaze around in the night? Too bad he’s
actually part of that population now isn't it?”
Riley glared at
the vampire. “Maybe you'd just better get to your point,
if you have one.
Spike grabbed the human’s elbow and straightened it, popping two
rosettes
of pink scar tissue above the surface of the tender skin of the
antecubital space. “My point is this…do you think that this makes you
dark enough for her, does this wipe out 20 odd years of sunshine and
Norman Rockwell? You can wear the black hat, but you still can't tie
anyone to the railroad tracks. Don't you know that this isn't something
you control? This is something that eats you alive and destroys everyone
around you.”
“And you're so worried because...”
Why
exactly? If Buffy found out, she'd go ballistic. She'd toss Finn out
on his ass. She'd be sad and looking for comfort…really, there was no bad
here. “Right, carry on then.”
Riley narrowed his eyes
accusingly. “She'll never go out with you.”
“I've seen her track
record, so I beg to differ with you. And if you
didn't think so yourself,
then why were you trying to find out what makes
the competition tick? The
Slayer/Vamp dance is one that never ends, it
consumes both of us until one
of us is dead. That kind of passion
transfers into other aspects of
life…isn't she horny after patrolling?”
The truth was hard to
disguise in those hazel eyes.
“There’s nothing better than fighting
the Slayer…you can feel the blood
pounding through your veins, you can hear
her heart thumping as she
pummels you and you know that one misstep… and
she’s driven that stake
through your heart…you're a goner. Do you ever look
down at her, at those
lashes brushing her cheek and wonder who she’s
thinking about? Does the
fighting and the fucking get all mixed together in
her brain? When she
cries out…whose face lingers?”
“Not yours,”
Riley hissed.
Spike shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe not….yet, but
she'll need someone to
comfort her after you've betrayed her and I don't
think Xander’s leash is
long enough these days. That leaves Giles…but that’s
just gross. So,
yeah, I'm thinking my chances are pretty fair. As long as
she doesn't
completely lose it and go all bunny boiler on us.”
“She won't believe you.”
“But she *will* believe her own
eyes.”
The denial was sweet. “I'll stop going.”
“Just
like that, will ya?” Spike leaned forward and thumped Riley’s
chest. “It’s
already there, you can't put it back on the shelf, it won't
be ignored. You
can hear that darkness lapping down below you, but you
haven't quite sunk
far enough yet to reach it and you're too far-gone to
swim back up.”
Riley looked paralyzed, his craving bound by the morality he
couldn't
shake.
Spike shook his head. “ I guess you don't
understand that yet. You don't
walk away from it. The spiral never ends
because the spiral is the end.
You can protest all you want, but it’s
pointless… you may as well try to
quit breathing.”
It was
beginning to sink in. Finn lowered his head and the words were
ripped from
him, “What am I going to do?”
“Congratulate me on my engagement to
the Slayer?” Spike chuckled as he
headed for the door.
Riley
grabbed his arm in desperation. “You've got to help me.”
“Um…well,
see…you're going on the assumption that I *would* help you.”
“You
could…it’s been awhile since you've bitten anyone. You must miss
that.” The soldier leaned in…passionate about the scheme that
was
formulating. His expression was very reminiscent of that scary, earnest
look that Dru used to get, a look that promised war and armies and the
destruction of civilization-a look that had gotten Spike nearly killed
more than once. Army boy had almost perfected it.
(Just walk
away)
“Feed off of me. If I want you to, the chip will let you,” he
promised.
Oh no, absolutely not. There’s no quicker road to a stake
through the
chest than to get caught sampling the Slayer’s boyfriend. Spike
shrugged
off the restraining hand. “You're crazy. Not a chance in* hell*.”
Finn stepped in front of the vampire, blocking the path to the door.
He
scratched at a dried bit of congealed blood on his inner elbow, opening
the wound until a drop welled to the surface. Fat and bloated with
promise, it hung there in perfect symmetry for what seemed an eternity,
until Riley shoved his arm forward and the blood slid down his skin in a
crooked line. “You're right, I can't give it up. You're going to feed
right now and you're *not* going to tell Buffy,” he demanded with sudden
confidence as the thick cord of blue tinged vein bled his life and his
obsession out over the floor of his safe world.
The soldier’s bicep
quivered almost imperceptibly from strain…byproduct
of gravity…residual
fear…self loathing?
This must be a line Finn never thought he'd
cross. It was probably so
easy in the beginning to think that he could keep
the two worlds
separate, that one could exist without blurring into the
other. He was
fooling himself if he thought he could punch a time clock and
shed the
uniform that divided “All American Hero” from “Thrill Seeking
Danger
Boy.”
No one had ever had to beg him to bite them before,
but he kept seeing
the image of the Slayer glistening in the surface of
Finn’s blood; a
million tiny little replicas of her face oozing from the
holes in the
boy’s arm, taunting him. //What did you do to him?
What kind of vampire
hypno trick did you do?/ / That coupled with a
punch to the face of some
other abuse to his person, possibly for the last
time.
He didn't know why he even bothered. She hated him anyway. No
matter
what declarations he made to himself: that the Slayer wouldn't like
it…if
she finds out she'll stake you herself—his hand reached out slowly.
Their
world was about to come apart, should they stop and count the cracks?
“You're not walking out of here…I will stake you if you don't do
it.”
(Well that’s something; maybe I'll finally be put out of my
misery)
Spike’s hand supported Finn’s elbow, his thumb coming around to
manipulate the cord of the vessel lying just beneath the skin, coaxing
the blood to flow faster. It began to drip faster, making a few circles
of red on Riley’s floor (Glistening drops of my good intentions raining
down on his carpet). That’s the kind of mess that never comes clean.
Spike erased Finn’s invitation with one moist stroke of his tongue,
circled its origin at the raised scar tissue with his tongue. He looked
up to see Riley’s eyes were closed, and envied the soldier’s ability to
ignore reality-a luxury common to the addict.
The first taste
brought it all back to him: who he was, what his purpose
on this planet was,
what had been stolen from him. Drinking from a
living person creates a
bond that doesn't happen with a plastic bag. The
heart warms the fluid
better than a machine can. Warm skin wraps the gift
better than a slick bag
that reeks of formaldehyde. This was a perfect
moment of happiness
recaptured, marred only slightly by the Slayer
warning buried in the back of
his brain, right next to the chip.
It was to late now.
Spike gave a halfhearted shove against Riley’s chest
and pushed him in the
direction of the couch. The boy eased his frame
down, but he kept a grip on
the vampire’s shirt, pulling him down after.
Spike knew better than
to be flattered. “Don't worry mate, I'm not going
anywhere.” Raising
one knee, he placed it on the couch next to Finn’s
hip and soon straddled
him. With his index finger to the human’s
forehead, he pushed until the boy
relaxed his neck against the back of
the couch and exposed that beefy neck
of his. He placed his lips against
that corded column, right at the jugular
and counted the thready pulse
until it became a familiar rhythm before he
bit down.
Finn jumped slightly at the initial bite, his chest
straining in a
natural flight response that he obviously hadn't gotten over
yet. Spike
froze, one protest and the chip was sure to start frying his
brain.
(Easy, *you* wanted this-not me) but Riley didn't move after that,
just
sat in stoic silence. Well, not complete silence. When the vampire
shifted slightly for better traction, the accidental grinding of their
pelvises produced a sudden quick intake of breath from Riley. Another
deliberate thrust brought a low groan from the lad, but Spike wasn’t
about to give up a ‘gift neck’ even though it would be fun to see the boy
beg.
He was nearing that point and the chip started sending out
little pulses
of warning just before Riley pushed him away. He sat back a
little,
watching the commando’s face as he licked the blood from his lips.
Those
hazel eyes opened in dazed wonder. “Come over tomorrow at eight.”
Spike didn’t even bother to knock. He turned the
doorknob and let the
door fly back until it hit the wall. “Lucy, I’m home.”
There was no
answering sound, so he stepped across the threshold. Well his
invite was
still good. Finn hadn’t barred his entry yet.
He
walked into the middle of the living room just as the commando came
from the
bedroom. The boy’s hair was rumpled and his eyelids still
droopy. He looked
like he’d either just woken up, or was suffering from
the worst hangover
ever.
“You look like shit,” Spike observed. “Just crawling out of
the coffin?”
“I’m so happy you made it safely,” Riley said
sarcastically as he reached
a hand up to scratch his bare chest. His nails
were just long enough to
leave angry red lines along his skin. He yawned as
he dropped his hand to
his side and walked into the kitchen.
Spike heard the refrigerator door open and the clinking of bottles
before
his host reappeared with an opened beer tipped to his lips. “Nice
manners. It’s customary to offer your guests refreshment. Didn’t they
teach you anything in that army finishing school? “ Riley frowned and
tossed the bottle to him without a word. The vampire caught it amidst
minimal splashing and guzzled the contents.
Riley walked over to
the couch and sat down. “Maybe you want to get
started?” The soldier leaned
back, rested one arm along the headrest and
crossed his legs.
“Don’t have any big plans with your Slayer tonight? I thought you
two
would be off having a bit of ‘how’s your father?’ Anyway, I don’t fancy
having her walk in and stake first, ask questions later.” This whole
business was making him as jumpy as a cat. He half expected Buffy to leap
out from behind the furniture or come strolling in from the other room.
It made it very hard to relax. Was the promise of blood from a live
person really worth all of this unease? Yeah it was, even if it was
Finn’s blood.
“She’s staying home tonight with her mom. I’ve
been given the night off.”
And Riley accepted that? There wasn’t
anything that would keep Spike from
the Slayer. Not if it meant entertaining
Dawn the brat to keep her from
underfoot, not if it meant holding Joyce’s
head while she puked, not even
if he had to kill a bloody bird to make the
chicken soup by hand. Where
the Slayer went…so went William the
Bloody. Captain Cardboard didn’t
have the stamina or determination
needed to keep up with Summers; he
caved at the first word and toddled along
like a misbehaving puppy.
But at least Riley got a pat on the head
for his trouble (actually a hell
of a lot more than just that) while Spike
never got more than a look of
disgust and barely concealed annoyance. The
most frequent acknowledgement
he received was a squinting of Buffy’s
eyebrows, accompanied by a
confused shake of her head.
“We won’t
be disturbed,” Riley promised reading the hesitation on the
vampire’s face
accurately. The commando reached up absently and fingered
the wound from
their last meeting. “It feels a little sore,” he admitted,
referring to the
bite mark. “If I twist my head at just the right angle
during the day, I can
feel it.”
Spike joined Riley on the couch. “So what’s it to be
today? Neck, arm?”
His eyes traveled down to the boys lap. “Something
entirely new?”
“Neck,” Riley decided. He winced slightly as his own
fingers pushed a
little too hard on the scar tissue.
“Ah ha. A
sadist huh? Feel the burn and all that.” Spike shrugged and
took off his
coat, tossing it to an armchair near the front door. He
pushed against the
human’s shoulder. “You’re too bloody tall. You’re
going to make me get a
crick in my neck. Lay back or something.”
Riley looked annoyed at
being ordered around, but settled down against
the arm of the couch. He
turned his head slightly to give better access,
but still kept a wary eye on
Spike. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”
“This fucking chip will tell me
when to stop, but suit yourself… say
when.” Ridges popped out all over his
face and he ran his tongue along
the sharp edge of his fangs. Finn’s chest
was smooth, too smooth. Spike
wondered momentarily if Riley shaved it as the
vampire slid up along the
boy’s torso and buried his face in the crook of
that warm neck. Did Buffy
like hairy or non-hairy chests? She seemed to like
Finn all right and
Spike himself had a hair free chest…so maybe?
His mind kept wandering. Did Buffy ever nuzzle the boy right here?
Did
she ever give a playful little nip that sent gooseflesh racing across
Finn’s skin? Did she ever run her hand over these washboard abs and all
the way down to his cock? Spike couldn’t shake the picture of her tiny
hand wrapped around Riley’s swollen dick as she milked his cum from him.
The image made his testicles tighten uncomfortably and he bit harder into
the human’s flesh. This prick Finn didn’t know what he had or he wouldn’t
even be doing this. Maybe the lad was just a momentary pit stop, but why
jeopardize even 5 minutes more time with her?
It was for a
chance to upgrade to permanent “love of her life” status.
And Spike
knew a little something about that.
He tried to find some pity for
Riley. Some knowledge of the tragedy of
knowing your girl was pining for
another. Hell, what was he talking
about? He knew exactly what it was like.
Exhibit A: Angelus the Asshole.
Exhibit B: Drusilla. Exhibit C: The pathetic
shell of a former poet and
recently neutered creature of the night. But at
least he’d made some
effort to hold onto the girl. Went against their Sire.
Made a deal with
his greatest enemy. Ended back here at the beginning,
rejected and
looking in on the relationship that he wanted. Ended up here
knowing he
could never have the girl fully. Goddam, he was Riley. How
pathetic was
that?
More than that, they were connected now in a
way that could never be
changed. Part of the boy would be inside of him
forever. He was taking in
Finn’s very life essence, making it a part of him.
He and Buffy would
share Riley’s fluids. Suddenly, he felt very close to
Summers (in a
scary, obsessive way that proves you’re a complete freak).
“Stop,” Riley insisted, pushing at him.
Spike
immediately backed away six inches. He wasn’t in the mood for a
cattle prod
to the brain tonight, so he didn’t push it. “What’s the
problem?”
“I’m starting to feel a little dizzy,” Riley confessed. “Give me a
minute.”
“Oh by all means, take your time,” Spike snarled in
frustration. Just
like he’d said. No stamina. He ran his tongue over
his teeth to get all
the blood out. At that moment, he noticed a thin
trickle of blood running
down Finn’s neck. Reaching out with his index
finger, he swiped at it and
brought it towards his mouth.
“What
does it taste like?” Riley asked, stopping Spike’s hand in mid air.
“What?”
“Blood,” Riley clarified.
“It tastes
like…I don’t know, like blood. Haven’t you ever cut your
finger and stuck it
in your mouth?”
“No,” Riley admitted watching the red smudge on the
vampire’s finger. “I
always carry a handkerchief.”
“It figures,”
Spike snorted. “Here.” He pointed his finger in the
soldier’s face, near his
mouth. “Have a taste.”
Tentatively, Riley flicked out his tongue and
swiped at his blood. “It’s
not terrible. What does it taste like coming
directly from someone’s
vein?”
“Umm…like that, but a whole lot
more.”
“Let me drink from you,” Riley ordered enthusiastically,
sitting up a
little straighter.
“Uh no, Sire issues over here.
And my shrink’s out of town…forever.”
“You haven’t drunk enough from
me. There is no danger of my turning. I
know you’ve sired someone before, so
you can’t be grossed out by the
thought. Just let me drink from you, or you
may be watching the sunrise
first hand tomorrow morning.”
Spike
scowled. There wasn’t a thing he could do to stop the lad beyond
slapping
ineffectually at him like a girl. “You sure are a bossy bitch.
That Slayer’s
rubbing off on you, and I don’t mean that in a good way.”
With his
fingernail, he sliced a thin line down his wrist and offered it
to Finn, who
accepted after only a slight hesitation.
He felt a reaction to
soldier boy’s sucking all the way down to his back
wheels. He’d forgotten
how erotic blood play was (for vampire’s at least)
and he wasn’t sure this
was the bonding experience he wanted. Maybe if he
closed his eyes, he could
think about something else?
And then it was Buffy.
Okay,
that just made it worse. It was torture to imagine her mouth
stretched in an
“O” over his wound as her jaw muscles worked in tandem
with her tongue to
coax blood from him. “Aaghh.” He snatched his wrist
away. “That’s it. Bar’s
closed.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(I must be bloody crazy
to have agreed to that)
Spike ran from soldier boy’s apartment in a
panic and made his way
through the cemetery. He wasn’t heading towards any
particular
destination. He’d just wanted to run off some steam, but now he
paused at
one of the stone markers and kicked it. If he’d thought he wasn’t
tangled
up enough in the slayer’s life before, as of tonight, he was smack
dab in
the guts of it and there didn’t appear to be any way to make a clean
break. No way to end this new entanglement with Finn without risking the
Slayer’s notice and possible homicidal wrath.
“Shit! I am the
stupidest person that has ever lived.”
“Well, I agree with the first
part of that statement,” a familiar voice
said from about ten feet to his
left. “But I think you’d better rethink
that last part.”
It was the
Slayer, great (think you can try to hide the erection her
boyfriend just
gave you?)
(Think you can hide the even bigger one that’s swelling now
that she’s
here?)
“You’re not going to hit me again are you?”
"I didn’t plan on it, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
It suddenly struck him. His behavior towards the Slayer was
strangely
reminiscent of his relationship with Angelus. Back then, he’d
followed
his Sire everywhere, made sure they were together at every
opportunity.
Fantasized about him. But at least Angelus would throw him a
bone every
once in awhile by fucking him silly. What did he get from Buffy
for his
trouble? Nothing. Not even the passion of her hatred anymore.
He never could win Angelus’ approval. And somewhere down deep
inside, he
knew he’d never win the Slayer’s either.
//Why can’t
you push her away? Why can’t you kill her?//
He couldn’t before.
Maybe this chip was just an excuse. It wasn’t what
kept him from having her
or destroying her. It was his own inherent
weakness. He couldn’t keep a
lover around because he was just a
convenient amusement, born to be a
doormat to greatness.
//You’re all covered with her. I look at you
and all I see is the
Slayer.//
“I'm looking for Riley. Don't let
me keep you. Go ahead and skank around
here …or whatever it is you do these
days.”
What he did these days was kill himself slowly by thinking
about Buffy
with *him*. What he did was tear himself apart a piece at
a time and she
didn't even know or care. She could blithely stand there,
unaware of the
ache he nurtured, and blindly live in what she thought was
her perfect
little world. Her big bad was actually the one she invited into
her bed,
but all her scorn was reserved for the one who had reversed his
entire
existence to win her. He wished he could punch her right in that smug
little face of hers. It wasn't the first time.
//I can still see
her floating all around you. Laughing.//
Laughing. That’s all she
would ever do.
~~~~~~~~~~
[Slam]
It was
only a matter of time before Finn made it here. He had to give him
credit
though, Riley had lasted about two and a half hours longer than
the vampire
had thought he would. Spike would have even put a wager on
that time line,
but luckily his credit was rotten and no one would take
an IOU (So at least
when I die, my estate won't be overtaxed by demands
from my bookie).
Finn was quick for such a big guy. It was natural to expect him to
be all
stiff neck and no flexibility, but he was surprisingly nimble as he
flew
across the crypt. All puffing and fixated stare, he made Spike feel
like
he was about to be run over by a fucking bull. The vampire had time to
turn nearly three quarters of the way towards the human before he was
thrown back against the stonewall. His shoulders hit the surface and
bounced once before Riley slammed him back into it.
[Thump]
“You told her.”
“I told her.”
//You're a
shell of a loser. You're pathetic.//
//Oh, this is going to hurt.
It’s going to hurt a lot.//
//You're beneath me.//
How
does her precious super hero boyfriend measure up now? The sun
doesn't quite
shine out of his ass hole now does it? And the demon Buff
has hated is
trying to look out for her best interests…trying to protect
her. The
*vampire* who is a one-woman guy…(well, there was that time with
Harmony
after I found out I was in love with you, but I hate Harm, that
stupid bint
and would drop her in a minute if you gave the word.) should
be the hero
here. No suck vamps for Spike. Slayer’s your girl? Wouldn't
even look at
another.
But who gets to ride in wearing the white hat and kill the
villain?
Captain ‘I can't keep it in my pants’ that’s who. William the
Bloody
cannot win here. A searing blast of hell through his right shoulder
stopped his train of thought as a sharpened piece of metal fencing
entered his flesh and lodged in the mortar of the bricks behind him.
Ohyoufuckingbastard.thathurtslikeamotherfucker.
The
ex-soldier started choking him.
(Angelus flashback much?)
“You told her,” Finn repeated, loosening his grip slightly.
(Yeah I did) “Dignity and integrity issues, but you wouldn't
be
valedictorian on that list anymore would you? No, I was out betraying
Buffy with any two bit troll that wagged her…fang…oh, that was you again
wasn't it?”
“You've got the hots for her,” Riley accused.
“Maybe I was trying to curry favor with her, or maybe I thought she
should have the opportunity to *not*play village idiot?”
“You'll
never get her.” He twanged the metal rod sticking through the
vampire
and it vibrated all the way from its tip to where it lie embedded
in the
wall, vibrating through the muscle and bone it impaled.
(Oh, may your
bollucks rot off. You ass hole.)
“I should have followed by first
instinct at the sight of you and staked
you. I wouldn't be dealing with any
of this shit if I had. But be assured
that I'll remedy that mistake in the
next few minutes.”
Spike finally noticed the sawed off broom handle in
the soldier’s hand as
it connected with the rod sticking out of his chest
and set if off
humming again. The metal was ripping a wider hole in his
shoulder as it
quivered under the force.
“Plotted against her…”
[Blow to the chest.]
“…tried to kill her…”[ A thump at he base of
his neck.]
“…*ENGAGED* to her…” [A snap as a rib on his left side
cracked under a
blow.]
Vampires are scared of crosses? Right
now Spike was pretty fucking
terrified of an altar boy with a stick who was
beating the crap out of
him. “She wasn't as understanding as you thought?”
There was a crunch as
another rib broke.
//She likes the demon
in her man, she likes ‘em dark.//
Was this dark enough? Spike could feel
a bruised lung already filling
with blood.
//I cried so much I
though I would never stop. (Oh?)//
//Her mum is sickly, didn't she
tell you? Haven't you ever wondered why
she didn't take my name off the
invite list? //
After a sharp blow to the head, the blood started to
run into his eyes.
“She’s thinking, ‘so what, Angel lost his soul? At least
he never cheated
on me’ You were transition guy Finn. You're just a
roadblock. You've got
about as much shelf life as a pile of shit on a summer
day.”
“You'll never have her, because you'll never walk out of here. Is
this
the kind of darkness you were talking about? If I dust you will that
make
her love me?” Riley asked as he raised the stake over his head.
“Do it if it makes you feel like a man. But you were always just an
accessory for Slayer Barbie. You were an inch long plastic stiletto that
falls under the couch or gets eaten by a little brother. Expendable.
Disposable. That’s why the little plastic feet are so perfect. They don't
need the shoe. She doesn't need you, she never did.”
“Shut the
fuck up!”
“How does it feel to be holding her and not have her,
trying not to
listen to closely to what she’s screaming? ** ‘Did that sound
like she
said Aie..hnge…illl? Did she and Angel ever do it in this bed?’**
That
must eat you up Finn.”
“Shut your fucking mouth!”
“Her mother invited me into her kitchen, gave me hot chocolate…with
those
little marshmallows. She'll invite me over again. We'll sit at the
dining
room table. I've been practicing my ‘yeah, I heard/that *bastard*’
speech.”
“Buffy’s noticed you following her around and she knows
what a pathetic
little stalker nobody you are.”
Spike didn't
care anymore. He wasn't leaving here. He could see it in the
boy’s eyes.
Hell, if their roles were reversed, Finn would already be a
distant memory.
The vampire couldn't even fight for her. He was reduced
to being pinned to a
wall like a bug. There was only one way he could
hurt army boy. ” She cried
you know. Said she didn't know what she was
going to do if her mum died. She
has the most beautiful eyes when she
cries. I just held her. She put her
head on my shoulder and just sobbed,
I didn't think she was ever going to
stop.”
With a bellow of rage, Riley buried the stake in the
vampire’s heart and
his dust shot up into the air, coating everything with a
fine layer of
ash.
~`~`~`~
I tried to mold myself
into what the Slayer wanted, what she needed. I
reversed every natural
vampire law to try and win her and ended up
ignored. Not even loathed…more
like mild annoyance and reluctant
tolerance. I never should have come back
to Sunnyhell. I should have just
walked away.
[END]
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