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DISCLAIMER: I can wish, but never have.
SUMMARY: PG. "Love is forever until it is over." Spike revisits old
memories.
WORDCOUNT: 878
NOTES: Written for LudditeRobot
CORRECTION
by Leni
There was only one cemetery in Sunnydale Spike avoided. He could handle the other sixteen,
even enjoy while he hunted there for any stray fledging Buffy's stake had let go. But the
Green Heavens cemetery had a sort of invisible barrier for him, one he wasn't about to
challenge any time soon. With some luck, he wouldn't have to step there ever again.
Of course, Spike had never been lucky.
It had been during the usual fight against a Luith. The bigger demon had managed to nick
Spike in the arm and then fled from the scene. The vampire had followed, intent on not
letting that oversized piece of fur escape, let alone when he sported a scratch while the
Luith had none. That would be unthinkable.
He traced the demon to the outskirts of the town, going towards the east. Following the
traces was easy; the smell was so strong Spike could almost see where it'd stopped to
catch its breath. He smirked when the stench turned unbearable, one dead demon to go. Ten
minutes later there were bits of fur in a ten meter radius; Spike grinned at the sight. Oh
yes, he hadn't lost his touch at all. His head fell back in laughter, a final post-mortem
insult. Luiths had never been his favourites. He turned around from the mess and...
...came face to face with a chubby cherub with one eye clawed out and the end of his tiny
wings scratched in random curvy patterns. Spike swore loudly, damning his stubbornness,
the night and that coward Luith who hadn’t stayed to fight like a real demon. He
didn’t bother cursing his luck; it was obvious it was set on against him.
Closing his eyes, Spike gave in into the inevitable and walked quietly, head down, into
the crypt. He dared open his eyes for a second, swallowing a gasp when the sight matched
his memories to the detail. The smell of the perfume she wore that night was long gone,
that odd essence of leaves and earth. But if he closed his eyes really tight and let the
past four years fly away…
He could almost hear his lover gasping in surprise as he led her into the room. “It
is beautiful, Spike,” she had breathed in wonder, “This is the place where
nightmares turn dreams for me.” Touching the walls, her fingertips had almost
caressed the stone. “Cold like the grave, but they still whisper sweet sweet words
into the night. They miss life, they cover it with gold. All this for me?” Drusilla
had gone back to him, putting both hands against his chest and leaning until her words
caressed his lips. “You are too good for me.”
Spike had smiled, this crypt was one of the oldest in Sunnydale, with all the ornate and
details that had gone for its construction, it was a reasonable guess that it housed an
important family. “I knew you’d like it,” he answered with a casual shrug
which was belied by the proud light in his eyes. He had loved pleasing Drusilla, after a
century and more it was impossible not to. She was the challenge he’d dreamed with in
life. For the questions he’d never asked after death, Drusilla held the answers. And,
she was so easy to please when she was in a good mood…
“Lovers for eternity, so sweet. Just like you and me,” she had said suddenly,
her gaze fixed in a point behind him. Turning around he’d found what had stolen her
attention, a plaque between two of the tombs, just as heavily decorated as the rest of the
crypt, but with an inscription on it. Latin, he’d recognised even when he didn’t
know the meaning of the words. “Love is forever,” Drusilla whispered as she
walked past him. She traced each letter in the engraving, repeating that phrase once and
again until it became a low chant. Spike had walked toward her, kneeling at her side and
threading his arms around her waist to bring her body flush against his. Her voice
hadn’t raised when she asked “Is love forever, Spike?”
He had laughed, kissing her nape where hair met skin tenderly. “You said it,
princess. Just like you and me.”
“Of course,” she had smiled and turned to kiss him fully on the mouth.
"Silly me," she had whispered as her lips trailed down his neck. "Silly,
silly me."
Back in the present, Spike snapped out of his memories, quickly jumping to his feet when
it dawned that he’d been kneeling on the same spot as years ago. The plaque was still
there, mocking him with its eternal glow while Drusilla was probably halfway across the
planet. Stupid memories. Fuck them. His hands had changed to claws before he’d
thought it through. Seconds later the words were scratched at his feet, barely
intelligible under the parallel lines. With a smug smile, Spike leaned down again, using
only one claw to finish his vengeance. He stared in mixed pride and regret at his final
work, leaving the crypt and Green Heavens before he started missing Drusilla any more.
Inside the crypt four words had been added, written in sloppy, angry curves under the
foreign words.
“Until it is over.”
The End
14/10/04
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