500 Challenge
Spike gets all mushy and flowery over Angelus with compliments of several bottles of JD and Rainie who's been trying to rhyme ;-)-: - this is supposed to be a Janus-faced smilie - but just see for yourself…
TITLE: Daisies
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: A/S
RATING: PG
PART: 1/1
Daisies
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
"Schtupid flowesch," I muss, reaching for the next bunch to go.
Five hundred daisies - one for each night - most of them cripples and killed, hours ago.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
"Hate you, schtupid baschtard," I slurp peering cross-eyedly at my watch.
My eyes veil. "No, I's not gonna cry!" Quick, another fistful of flowers.
Angel! Angel please, don't ever go!
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
It's always the same. To him I'm just a quick fuck by the side.
Nothing too serious - just his annoyingly silly way wayward childe.
A single blood tear leaves a stain down my cheek.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
There's something obsessive about the way I'm beheading these flowers.
"Yesch, do it again, abandon me schire, schee how I's don't care!"
With a low feral growl I hurl my glass of JD into the window.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
Daisies. Dead daisies. Everywhere.
And still there's a whole bunch to go.
Why not just leave me? Why rubbing it in?
"Hate you's!" I jell. "You's and thisch schtupid flowesch of yoursch."
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
I wish, I could somehow stop thinking of him
The way it could be, between me and my sire.
Why can't he just simply accept what I am.
A soulless creature, who'd die for his adore.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
"Bloody flowersch. Bloody blind, pig-headed, unconschiderate schire!"
He must have known how much his disappearance would hurt.
Just by itself, without empathizing it by leaving those flowers.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
I finally made it, destroyed the very last daisy.
The meaning is crystal clear.
I feel all upset. Betrayed, lost and hurt.
Ticking me off, without saying one word.
He must have done it on purpose, knowing I surely couldn't forbear.
He loves me not!
Not!
Not!
Not!
The truth is that simple.
Why didn't I figure it out during all those many years?
I gulp down some more booze, my the perception stays clear.
To him I am a nothing - he doesn't want me, my sire.
Nothing!
Nothing!
Nothing!
Pathetically weak vampire!
Well, I just can help it, I dissolve into tears.
What does it matter? Angelus despises me anyway.
There's nothing left worth fighting, worth living for here.
Failure!
Punk!
Weakling!
Pathetic excuse!
"Okay, I'm listening!" A chuckle from the door.
My Angel, he's back! My lover, my soul, my life and my sire.
He's with me in a second, hugging me close.
"For you," he smiles lightly, "now it's five hundred and one."
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