You Always Hurt The One You Love
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,572
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Buffy the vampire slayer or anything associated with it, i own nuthin at all, you happy? just enjoy the story and dont sue me kk? oh yeah, and i dont get paid for nuthin involving the use of these wonderful characters...if only
You Always Hurt The One You Love
Chapter One
It was just one of those nights. she could tell. the earth thrummed a heartbeat of thunder that followed the bright streaks across the sky. There was blood on her hands, but she couldnt even remember a time when there hadnt been. And when she returned home each night she had to bathe the splatters of the congealed substance from her skin, the remnants of a battle from her clothes. Every night she fought the same fight, killing the neverending immortals that came at her like a fog of so much dead skin. Perhaps if she were one of these things, she could lick the blood from her fingers, move on and find another bar to hide in, another shadow to bathe in the cool shade instead of the liquid hot fire that she used to burn the scent of morbid contamination from her flesh. Perhaps if she were one of these monsters that sought only to kill the living her life would no longer be a series of semi-colored moments pasted together between PTA meetings and fighting the living dead. Yes, tonight was one of those nights.
Or perhaps if she had just stayed dead...
She shook the thought from her head as she pictured the look on Dawns face, on all of her friends faces. The sense of relief and awe that had eminated from them when she wandered back into their lives, pulling forth from the earth like a newborn sprung from her own grave. She had to let the past go. Whatever heaven she had been torn from...it was gone now, and the world was her responsibilty again, as it had always been.
The moon floated lazily between the clouds, eerily illuminating the gravestones around her, dancing between the stars and echoing with the lightning that seemed to light up its gloomy face. Looking up into the sky had always made her feel so small it was as if her life was nothing compared to the grandeur of the universe and some unending destiny far greater than herself, but tonight it seemed the speak of the futures bleakness, the neverending void of empty space that seperated her from nothingness and oblivion.
And with the sudden pounding of her heart she fell right back to earth. She sensed the presence of the vampire before she saw him, the darkness seeping from the cavity where his soul belonged. These creatures had an aura so strong some nights she was sure she could smell it, as she knew they shared the same thought of her. The otherworldly sense of the timeless fight between the morally bankrupt and their impending fate, the Vampire and the Slayer.
He knew she was there, he knew she was waiting. He turned, ever so slightly, facing her with a look that told her what she was up against. This was no new hot-blooded arrogant who had just crawled from his six foot dirt nap into a fight, no, this creature was older...far older. judging from the way he moved, the antiquity of his features he had to have died over a hundred years ago.
His gaze travelled up and down her form slowly with a look of approval and recognition, his lips twisting in a smirk as his chuckle fell from his lips edged like rough sandpaper. The hand that moved through his trimmed blond hair held a grace that no one of this time possessed any longer.
"I've been expecting you, Slayer." He strode towards her with a confidence all his own, an effortless grace the likes of which would envy the most suave of high society and lost on a bloodsucker who spent his nearly every waking moment in the darkness of an abandoned crypt.
"I wish i could say the same of you, Spike." She said, making her best attempt to sound exasperated.
"So i suppose you stumbled upon my crypt expecting to avoid me altogether, is that so, love?" He grinned pulling a cigarrette from his pocket and lighting it. Putting it to his lips he chuckled again. "You never were a good liar. So what is it to be? Another romp with the vampire then, love, and back home to clean off the blood, is that it?"
His eyebrows raised, his tone mocking, but his eyes told a different story, one that haunted her each night and made her heart ache to wonder. Could a soulless creature truly feel love?
"Last night was a mistake, Spike."
"Is that so then, love?" His arm snaked out to grab hers before she could move away, pulling her skintight to him, her face inches from his, the smoke of his cigarette a haze that hypnotized her, his eyes an intensity she had only seen before when he was inside her. "Funny thing about mistakes, love, you can only make a mistake so many times before it becomes an addiction. and you my dear are riding that fine line in more ways than one."
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A/N: i know i know, nothing much happened in this chapter but the story had been an idea in my head i had to get it out somehow, tell me what you think or whther or not it is worth continuing, ~Thankies^^*
It was just one of those nights. she could tell. the earth thrummed a heartbeat of thunder that followed the bright streaks across the sky. There was blood on her hands, but she couldnt even remember a time when there hadnt been. And when she returned home each night she had to bathe the splatters of the congealed substance from her skin, the remnants of a battle from her clothes. Every night she fought the same fight, killing the neverending immortals that came at her like a fog of so much dead skin. Perhaps if she were one of these things, she could lick the blood from her fingers, move on and find another bar to hide in, another shadow to bathe in the cool shade instead of the liquid hot fire that she used to burn the scent of morbid contamination from her flesh. Perhaps if she were one of these monsters that sought only to kill the living her life would no longer be a series of semi-colored moments pasted together between PTA meetings and fighting the living dead. Yes, tonight was one of those nights.
Or perhaps if she had just stayed dead...
She shook the thought from her head as she pictured the look on Dawns face, on all of her friends faces. The sense of relief and awe that had eminated from them when she wandered back into their lives, pulling forth from the earth like a newborn sprung from her own grave. She had to let the past go. Whatever heaven she had been torn from...it was gone now, and the world was her responsibilty again, as it had always been.
The moon floated lazily between the clouds, eerily illuminating the gravestones around her, dancing between the stars and echoing with the lightning that seemed to light up its gloomy face. Looking up into the sky had always made her feel so small it was as if her life was nothing compared to the grandeur of the universe and some unending destiny far greater than herself, but tonight it seemed the speak of the futures bleakness, the neverending void of empty space that seperated her from nothingness and oblivion.
And with the sudden pounding of her heart she fell right back to earth. She sensed the presence of the vampire before she saw him, the darkness seeping from the cavity where his soul belonged. These creatures had an aura so strong some nights she was sure she could smell it, as she knew they shared the same thought of her. The otherworldly sense of the timeless fight between the morally bankrupt and their impending fate, the Vampire and the Slayer.
He knew she was there, he knew she was waiting. He turned, ever so slightly, facing her with a look that told her what she was up against. This was no new hot-blooded arrogant who had just crawled from his six foot dirt nap into a fight, no, this creature was older...far older. judging from the way he moved, the antiquity of his features he had to have died over a hundred years ago.
His gaze travelled up and down her form slowly with a look of approval and recognition, his lips twisting in a smirk as his chuckle fell from his lips edged like rough sandpaper. The hand that moved through his trimmed blond hair held a grace that no one of this time possessed any longer.
"I've been expecting you, Slayer." He strode towards her with a confidence all his own, an effortless grace the likes of which would envy the most suave of high society and lost on a bloodsucker who spent his nearly every waking moment in the darkness of an abandoned crypt.
"I wish i could say the same of you, Spike." She said, making her best attempt to sound exasperated.
"So i suppose you stumbled upon my crypt expecting to avoid me altogether, is that so, love?" He grinned pulling a cigarrette from his pocket and lighting it. Putting it to his lips he chuckled again. "You never were a good liar. So what is it to be? Another romp with the vampire then, love, and back home to clean off the blood, is that it?"
His eyebrows raised, his tone mocking, but his eyes told a different story, one that haunted her each night and made her heart ache to wonder. Could a soulless creature truly feel love?
"Last night was a mistake, Spike."
"Is that so then, love?" His arm snaked out to grab hers before she could move away, pulling her skintight to him, her face inches from his, the smoke of his cigarette a haze that hypnotized her, his eyes an intensity she had only seen before when he was inside her. "Funny thing about mistakes, love, you can only make a mistake so many times before it becomes an addiction. and you my dear are riding that fine line in more ways than one."
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A/N: i know i know, nothing much happened in this chapter but the story had been an idea in my head i had to get it out somehow, tell me what you think or whther or not it is worth continuing, ~Thankies^^*