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Smth Blue (01/05/04 16:16:41)

What if (Spike and spuffy for challenges

What if Dawn would jump instead in Gift, Spike POV

Challenge 1 - Fallen

Challenge 1 – Fallen

Ok, sorry for possible grammar mistakes. It is kinda very short but hey, for me it is terribly long comparing with poems

I’ve seen how she was falling down. Seemed like forever. Falling into something that was bright and effu...just bright. She spread her hands, but she couldn’t fly, little Nibblet.

She sacrificed her life. And she actually lived in this world only for a year. I’ve seen babies die before…

I’ve seen dead bodies so often that they turned into something that common as ground under my feet. I’ve killed so often that it became just a reflex like lifting my fingers or blinking eyes. I am the killer, that what I do. Did. Probably will do it again if I get lucky enough. But I never wanted her die, Lil’ Bit, annoying like hell but na?ve and pure like…

Like hundreds others I sucked dry or put in chains and presented to Dru. I dunno why I cared about her. I dunno why I was crying now looking at what left of her. Everything bright has gone, only bloody ground and little body, gray and red mixing together. Dru would say it is pretty. I didn’t see anything pretty in crashed bones and smashed skull, not now…

Now it was only shadow of light and it was turning darker and darker sucking the last drop of her still warm liquid deep down to the Hell. I fell down on my knees catching how the ground was trembling with satisfaction glad it stuffed itself. The feeling was so familiar that I couldn’t suppress disgust for myself. I failed her. I failed them. I failed myself. Bloody loser!

But anger didn’t stop tears from shedding. I cried and I didn’t know why. And I didn’t care for the reason, not any more, kneeling near the person who didn’t see just a monster in me, who trusted me with her life. But she was wrong.

What if the First became corporeal (rewrite last minutes of Chosen)

Challenge 2: Last minutes

Disclaimer: Uh. Nothing is mine.
Lyrics is from Full of Grace Sarah McLachlan

- I want you out of my face. – Buffy stood and caught the scythe.

Spike gasped feeling sudden pain inside. Amulet was now shining and its green light was burning the skin under the clothes sending rays all around. One of them fell on the First and he suddenly was slowly dragged in the direction of light source. Spike and the First at the same time:

- Oh, bollocks… Buffy!

***

…It's chilled us to the bone…

Pain. Darkness hidden for so long under the heaps of wire and silicon got the strength and was spreading fast with blood rush up, up to the heart, up to the instincts, up to the thoughts making sieve from his soul…

*

Too long, too far from home…

- Spike!

She ran there and knew already that she couldn’t get in time watching how his features were loosing their form jumping from one alien face to another. And her movements were slowing down as the realization came freeing the memories buried carefully five years ago.

*

I feel just like I'm sinking…

In himself. In something that was him long time ago or that abused the body and nested in it waiting for the push, couldn’t think it clear, couldn’t feel it clear. Blurry shadow of her face moving slowly closer and closer…

*
And I claw for solid ground…

But nothing is solid. Catch the air, it will escape between her fingers making skin vibrate. But blade is solid, she remembered it from her previous lives rooted in darkness, wrapped in pain. Must hold it tight as the only thing that is real.

*
I'm pulled down by the undertow…

Whose face? Thoughts collapsed ripping up holes in his brain. The Slayer. The taste of her blood in his mouth, narcotic and intoxicant. No, not hers! Her body was warm and giving, her hands were taking…

*
I never thought I could feel so low…

No, not again, not like this. Eyes are closed, lips are kissed, tears are locked, blade is sharp, world is waiting to be saved. Why he was still looking at her? How she could do it if he still didn’t close his eyes?!

*

And, oh, darkness I feel like letting go…

Gasping for the air he didn’t need. One sharp dash to reality:

- Slayer, bloody hell, used that axe and kill me now, move!

Weaker, softer, lower:

- Buffy, please, before it’s not too late…

*
If all of the strength and all of the courage…

His words fell into her consciousness and circles ran wider and wider. Why did he speak at all? Death is HER gift, not the ones she loved. Loves. Why it had to be him, again? But she moved, one step at the time, one death at the time…

*

Come and lift me from this place…

Rush to her, save her, rip her heart out, suck her dry, love her…Why she was lingering?! No time…Look around, look around…Snatch out a sword from hands of the dead, this will do, this will help her…

*
I know I can love you much better than this…

She watched him burst into bright light, breaking the ceiling of the cave and letting the sun in. Faith dragged her upstairs while her lips were moving silently repeating three words she never managed to say him aloud.

I know I can love you much better than this..

Счастливо,

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