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first_summers) wrote2017-07-03 09:36 pm
first_summers) wrote2017-07-03 09:36 pm
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You've reached Buffy. Leave a message.
[It was a few days after they'd run into each other at the carnivale. A few days of trying to ignore the words he'd heard from her, ignore the snippets of memory he'd had about feelings that were both familiar and foreign. He'd done what he'd always done when he was out of sorts; holed himself up in his crypt with too much alcohol and a bit of telly to watch. It wasn't Passions, but it was something to take his mind off of everything.
He'd only recently started trying to expand the crypt downward, a little pit started to be dug, so Spike was left with a rather sparse home at the moment. And his bed? The top of a closed tomb, as per usual.
It was a few days after their meeting that he'd had a dream. He'd gone to sleep with the thought of what he could do to her with her saying he could hurt her. That had him drifting off with a smile on his face. But his thoughts had tangled up with some of the things he'd done, both here and home. A blood-drenched evening with Dru bleeding into a chaotic mess with John. Bodies on the streets and blood smearing over his face. And her coming to lay holy vengeance on him in the light of day when he couldn't flee.
The dream played out much as it had in the first place; the threat, the demand, the kiss--
The bloody kiss. And he'd heard himself utter those damned words, and he'd woken up gasping, then flailing as he'd fallen off the tomb he'd been balanced on. Oh, no. No, no, no. Please tell him it wasn't true...
It was a day after that before he did anything about it, staring at his device and seeing her name there for him to click on. It took him three hours to stop playing his thumb over her name and to hit enter and type in a brief message.]
I don't like you.
[Short and to the point -- and possibly a giant bloody lie.]
He'd only recently started trying to expand the crypt downward, a little pit started to be dug, so Spike was left with a rather sparse home at the moment. And his bed? The top of a closed tomb, as per usual.
It was a few days after their meeting that he'd had a dream. He'd gone to sleep with the thought of what he could do to her with her saying he could hurt her. That had him drifting off with a smile on his face. But his thoughts had tangled up with some of the things he'd done, both here and home. A blood-drenched evening with Dru bleeding into a chaotic mess with John. Bodies on the streets and blood smearing over his face. And her coming to lay holy vengeance on him in the light of day when he couldn't flee.
The dream played out much as it had in the first place; the threat, the demand, the kiss--
The bloody kiss. And he'd heard himself utter those damned words, and he'd woken up gasping, then flailing as he'd fallen off the tomb he'd been balanced on. Oh, no. No, no, no. Please tell him it wasn't true...
It was a day after that before he did anything about it, staring at his device and seeing her name there for him to click on. It took him three hours to stop playing his thumb over her name and to hit enter and type in a brief message.]
I don't like you.
[Short and to the point -- and possibly a giant bloody lie.]
[ It's the middle of the night (because when else would it be) and Buffy's been trying and failing miserably to sleep. It's something that hasn't come easily for her in this place, and when sleep does finally descend on her, it's always with memory-filled dreams that haunt her throughout the following day. So when she hears the quiet buzz of her phone alerting her to a new message, she rolls over and stares at the screen in... Shock? Hope? Whatever she's feeling, it doesn't keep her from immediately responding. ]
You've made that pretty clear.
You've made that pretty clear.
[ Her next reply takes longer to arrive, because it's hard for her to stop staring at those innocent little words on the screen. He'd told her that before, when he'd-- But she hadn't known then. She wouldn't have wanted to know. But she does now. ]
So I've been told. By you, actually.
So I've been told. By you, actually.
[ Messing with his head is the absolute last thing she wants to do. But it's not like she can just come out and ask him, so did you finally realize you're in love with me? Nope, that would be... bad. Very bad. Probably. ]
Okay. And why the need to tell me that at 2:35 in the morning?
Okay. And why the need to tell me that at 2:35 in the morning?
[That was, unfortunately, a very good question. His answer?]
That's prime dissing time for a vampire. If you expect me to wait until you're all bright eyed and bushy tailed to tell you you've got terrible taste in clothes, I don't know what to tell you.
That's prime dissing time for a vampire. If you expect me to wait until you're all bright eyed and bushy tailed to tell you you've got terrible taste in clothes, I don't know what to tell you.
[ And that answer does absolutely nothing to help her figure out what's going on. ]
Anything else about me you want to talk about? Since you've got my attention and all.
Anything else about me you want to talk about? Since you've got my attention and all.
[ That's... not what she'd been expecting. Okay then. ]
Fourth floor. I've got a private room. It's not bad.
[ Not that he cares of course. Right? ]
Fourth floor. I've got a private room. It's not bad.
[ Not that he cares of course. Right? ]
[Good to know. Now he'd be able to at least know what floor to look to find her scent. He could pick that out of a crowd. And there was some strange part of him that felt like going through her things. Did she have anything here?]
Do anything fun in that private room?
Do anything fun in that private room?
[ Seriously, Spike. She should have expected it, though. She knows him. ]
I try and fail to sleep. That's as fun as it gets, sorry to disappoint.
I try and fail to sleep. That's as fun as it gets, sorry to disappoint.
Edited 2017-07-16 04:52 (UTC)
Yes. And no, you're not invited.
[ She wishes he was there with her. ]
[ She wishes he was there with her. ]
Why would you do anything else?
[ Okay, so maybe she's messing with his head a little now. But if she is, it's just to try to figure out if he really does hate her or if he's... just not admitting other things yet. ]
[ Okay, so maybe she's messing with his head a little now. But if she is, it's just to try to figure out if he really does hate her or if he's... just not admitting other things yet. ]
I wouldn't.
[Maybe he would. It was a difficult time for him, Buffy. Burgeoning realizations and... things. He was confused on a multitude of levels, and knowing the way she apparently felt for a future version of him didn't help.]
If I ask you something, you going to tell me the truth?
[Maybe he would. It was a difficult time for him, Buffy. Burgeoning realizations and... things. He was confused on a multitude of levels, and knowing the way she apparently felt for a future version of him didn't help.]
If I ask you something, you going to tell me the truth?
[ There's another rather telling delay in her response, and she suddenly wishes she had a tall glass of something alcoholic. ]
I promise that I will.
I promise that I will.
Why me? Or, the future me. I thought you were all gooey over Angel and your soldier boy.
[That was where the rub was. Why him? They hated each other. They'd both tried to kill each other numerous times. Her and Angel had never had that -- not when he wasn't Angelus. Neither had her and Riley. So why would she even give him the time of day when they'd hated each other?]
[That was where the rub was. Why him? They hated each other. They'd both tried to kill each other numerous times. Her and Angel had never had that -- not when he wasn't Angelus. Neither had her and Riley. So why would she even give him the time of day when they'd hated each other?]
Riley left years ago. He's married now. Happy. And things with Angel... They'll always be complicated. Not that things with you weren't.
At first... I don't know. I was trying to find a way to feel something again after being pulled out of Heaven, and being with you gave me that. But I was just using you because I hated myself. Then when you got your soul and I started dealing with my problems... You were the only one who understood me. You never turned against me the way the others did. You were always on my side.
At first... I don't know. I was trying to find a way to feel something again after being pulled out of Heaven, and being with you gave me that. But I was just using you because I hated myself. Then when you got your soul and I started dealing with my problems... You were the only one who understood me. You never turned against me the way the others did. You were always on my side.
Who turned against you? Not Nibblet? The Scoobies?
[It seemed so odd to him. Out of all that he liked to stir shit with them and turn them all up on their heads, they always stuck together. Better than he and any of his ever had. There'd been something there he'd envied. Loyalty. Love. That thing he'd always wanted and could never seem to catch for himself.]
[It seemed so odd to him. Out of all that he liked to stir shit with them and turn them all up on their heads, they always stuck together. Better than he and any of his ever had. There'd been something there he'd envied. Loyalty. Love. That thing he'd always wanted and could never seem to catch for himself.]
Everyone. We were in the middle of the apocalypse and they decided they didn't like the decisions I was making. They put Faith in charge.
Dawn told me to leave. It was her house too and I couldn't stay there anymore.
[ Even typing it hurts, tears burning at her eyes from a pain that she's sure will be with her until the day she died. Again. ]
Dawn told me to leave. It was her house too and I couldn't stay there anymore.
[ Even typing it hurts, tears burning at her eyes from a pain that she's sure will be with her until the day she died. Again. ]
Faith?
[It all sounded so... wrong. Faith and Buffy's little sis turning her away? Not bloody likely.]
They trusted the skank who wouldn't die over you? Did they all lose their bloody minds? You're a lot of things, Slayer, but to pick that psychotic loose screw over you when it comes to a fight for end of days is grade a mental.
[It all sounded so... wrong. Faith and Buffy's little sis turning her away? Not bloody likely.]
They trusted the skank who wouldn't die over you? Did they all lose their bloody minds? You're a lot of things, Slayer, but to pick that psychotic loose screw over you when it comes to a fight for end of days is grade a mental.
Faith isn't so bad now. She didn't ask for it, and she tried her best.
I made a call and girls got hurt. Potential Slayers I was supposed to keep safe. They were just scared.
[ Even now she defends them, while she wipes away those tears and is so incredibly grateful Spike isn't there to see her crying. She misses her friends, misses what they had once been. But they can't ever be that again. ]
I made a call and girls got hurt. Potential Slayers I was supposed to keep safe. They were just scared.
[ Even now she defends them, while she wipes away those tears and is so incredibly grateful Spike isn't there to see her crying. She misses her friends, misses what they had once been. But they can't ever be that again. ]
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