nights in white satin
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,605
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0
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
a fucking reason
'I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna let no one inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
Gonna let no one inside'
To the ruin of us all.
Spike blew out a thick stream of cigarette smoke into the captive's face. Art coughed and blinked rapidly, his eyes burning.
Has the outcome been to your liking? He flicked the cigarette away and stomped on it, leaving a burn mark in the cheap polyester carpet, Take a look around at your masterpiece. Do you like it? His voice acquired a dark dangerous edge as he stalked to the table, pulling a bottle of Jack Daniel out of the paper bag on top of it.
Effortlessly he opened it and took a large swig from it, It's not done, yet.
He repeated the phrase again, a little lower, and cast his glance towards the thin window. The panes were fogged and the rain still tapped lightly against it. The red sign flared a little duller than before but it still stood out in the night. A beacon.
He laughed and took another long drink. Artie shut his eyes, trying to drown out the sound of the mangled and choked laughter, the sweat building on his forehead.
Oh no you don't! Spike grabbed him by the hair and shook him until his teeth chattered against one another, and then he dropped him on the bed, You're not going to shut me out!
He took another long drink, draining the bottle and threw it against the wall, sending glass flying over the floor and staining the wall the few drops of remaining alcohol that had clung to the bottom of the glass.
You'reng tng to listen, dammit! Do you hear? Do you?!
Art nodded as much as his restraints would allow him.
You don't get the luxury of shutting me out. I didn't. And neither did she. None of us got that luxury. You didn't spare any of us. Could you give me a fucking reason why I ought to spare you?
There was silence in the room as Spike stared at the terrified man lying on the bed. Finally he walked over to the table and pulled out another bottle and settled himself on the floor.
I didn't think so.
I'm gonna let no one inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
Gonna let no one inside'
To the ruin of us all.
Spike blew out a thick stream of cigarette smoke into the captive's face. Art coughed and blinked rapidly, his eyes burning.
Has the outcome been to your liking? He flicked the cigarette away and stomped on it, leaving a burn mark in the cheap polyester carpet, Take a look around at your masterpiece. Do you like it? His voice acquired a dark dangerous edge as he stalked to the table, pulling a bottle of Jack Daniel out of the paper bag on top of it.
Effortlessly he opened it and took a large swig from it, It's not done, yet.
He repeated the phrase again, a little lower, and cast his glance towards the thin window. The panes were fogged and the rain still tapped lightly against it. The red sign flared a little duller than before but it still stood out in the night. A beacon.
He laughed and took another long drink. Artie shut his eyes, trying to drown out the sound of the mangled and choked laughter, the sweat building on his forehead.
Oh no you don't! Spike grabbed him by the hair and shook him until his teeth chattered against one another, and then he dropped him on the bed, You're not going to shut me out!
He took another long drink, draining the bottle and threw it against the wall, sending glass flying over the floor and staining the wall the few drops of remaining alcohol that had clung to the bottom of the glass.
You'reng tng to listen, dammit! Do you hear? Do you?!
Art nodded as much as his restraints would allow him.
You don't get the luxury of shutting me out. I didn't. And neither did she. None of us got that luxury. You didn't spare any of us. Could you give me a fucking reason why I ought to spare you?
There was silence in the room as Spike stared at the terrified man lying on the bed. Finally he walked over to the table and pulled out another bottle and settled himself on the floor.
I didn't think so.