Challenge Response (can't really remember what it was all about, sigh)
TITLE: Eclipse
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss is the God, I'm nothing but a mere underling, so please nobody sue...
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: A/S/B/D
RATING: PG
PART: 1/1
Eclipse
+I should have rejected him.+
+I should have sent him back home.+
+I should have let her die - in peace.+
+No vampire in recorded history ever dared to turn a slayer.+
+Skip that. No vampire but this enfant terrible o' mine. Spike.+
+Why didn't I tell him to leave? Why didn't I tell him, tell me, to let her go?+
+Anyway, why the heck did he have to search me out in the first place - Spike accompanied by Drusilla…?+
+Why did they have to present her dying body to me like some precious, rare trophy?+
+Well, not so much Spike…+
+There had been something…+
+Something in his eyes…+
+His bearing…+
+A silent plea to play along…+
+This and the sight of Drusilla dancing cheerfully around my dying slayer had somewhat taken me aback.+
+"Sire," he had whispered, with a significant look at Dru. "It's not too late, yet."+
+Why did I have to take the stupid spellbook from him?+
+And why did I have to try a spell no vampire ever dared trying before?+
+A spell to make a slayer keep her soul after…+
+Spike, my childe, the strangest of creatures.+
+Vicious and cruel in his blood-lust, every ounce a soulless, self-centered demon, however, capable of amazing deeds if in love…+
+And this one just had to be love - still - because this wasn't for him but for me, for her...+
I bury my eyes in the heels of my hands, trying, unsuccessfully of course, to block the most dreadful screams coming from downstairs.
+A spell for making a slayer keep her soul…+
+Bloody fools we were. Of course the whole thing never worked!+
+But this unholy alliance - I never would have guessed!+
I sympathetically peer at the vampire by my side, who so solemnly looks at an ugly black teddy bear.
Buffy's teddy bear, bearing Drusilla's mark, with its eyes neatly cut out, carelessly dumped to the floor.
Torture!
My heart is arching because of the pains I know they are inflicting on one another.
I hate to know to two of them downstairs, in their own private dungeon.
I hate to hear her cry out in pain, although after more than two months I should have got used to it, I guess.
My eyes fall on the delicate locket just as carelessly tossed to the floor.
"William, forever," it reads.
And I can't help the heavy sigh that slips from my lips.
My childer, William and Drusilla.
I remember their fifth anniversary.
The day he had given the frail little heart to his Dru.
She had loved the locket, never taken it off in more than ten decades…
Another sigh!
I hate it, when my childer are doing this to one another.
Alright, theoretically Buffy is his, and I shouldn't care about his ways of dealing with her.
But still…
I love her.
I love him.
All three of them.
Even so they are nothing but mean, pain loving monsters.
Especially Buffy - sweet innocent Buffy. My angel - my love.
As a fledgling she has already proved to be worse than Angelus.
And I keep wondering, why I still allow them to stay.
I so much wish my soul would be stronger, so I could end it and kill them.
"I swear to Got that I hate you, sometimes," I growl at the blonde man, whose gaze is so intensely locked on the small silver heard and ugly stuffed animal thoughtlessly dropped to the floor.
He looks up and for the briefest of seconds his incredibly blue eyes unveil and I catch a glimpse at his heart.
"Guess what," he tries to come up with some bitchy remark. "I pretty much know that already."
With that he turns around quickly and his shoulders slump and I see tears building up behind his eyes, as he pretends not to hear the loves of our un-lifes aggrieved cries.
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