3 Spike drabbles
I was going through the memories over at sickchicks the other day while preparing to post the Just Watching finale and I came across three drabbles I'd written in a drabble tree and never posted here. So I thought I'd do that now. They're all Spike centered. I fixed a couple of blatant grammar errors. Also, this being from a drabble tree a couple of sentences in them don't actually belong to me. (3rd to last in the second one. First sentence in the third one) Also I added titles.
Reunion
Of all the places Spike could think of, this was probably the last one he'd expected to see him in. But there he was, leaning against the bar, sipping his drink as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Tight leather pants riding low on his hips, even tighter t-shirt hugging his chest. See-through if he wasn't mistaken. Eyeliner, check. Enough hair gel to style the whole Gay Pride Parade, check. Alone and horny? Oh yes, check.
Laughing softly to himself Spike slowly closed in on his prey. This was truly going to be a night to remember.
Hunger
It was singing in his dreams, in his nightmares. Pounding in his ears, swirling down his throat, filling his empty belly with its taunting remembrance. So frighteningly delicious he knew he would give anything to have it, to taste it if only once again. His body, his soul... oh god yes, his soul. All it ever did was burn and fill his head with voices of sin and shame and a need so excruciating he wanted to die. He ran his tongue against his teeth, delighting in the comforting tear of his fangs.
Recycled blood. It would have to do.
Abandoned
“Fuck it. And fuck you! You think you are the only one who suffered? That you have a patent on grief? You need to wake up and look around, mate. We’re all in pain. Even me.”
There was no response, not even a glimmer in the blank eyes. Just a silence so thick it was killing him.
“Angel, please. Don’t do this. We… I need you.”
Silence.
“You know, I waited for you,” he said softly. “No matter what Darla said I knew you’d come back to me. Never gave up. Still haven’t.”
Silence.
“Still love you, you know.”
Silence.
Reunion
Of all the places Spike could think of, this was probably the last one he'd expected to see him in. But there he was, leaning against the bar, sipping his drink as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Tight leather pants riding low on his hips, even tighter t-shirt hugging his chest. See-through if he wasn't mistaken. Eyeliner, check. Enough hair gel to style the whole Gay Pride Parade, check. Alone and horny? Oh yes, check.
Laughing softly to himself Spike slowly closed in on his prey. This was truly going to be a night to remember.
Hunger
It was singing in his dreams, in his nightmares. Pounding in his ears, swirling down his throat, filling his empty belly with its taunting remembrance. So frighteningly delicious he knew he would give anything to have it, to taste it if only once again. His body, his soul... oh god yes, his soul. All it ever did was burn and fill his head with voices of sin and shame and a need so excruciating he wanted to die. He ran his tongue against his teeth, delighting in the comforting tear of his fangs.
Recycled blood. It would have to do.
Abandoned
“Fuck it. And fuck you! You think you are the only one who suffered? That you have a patent on grief? You need to wake up and look around, mate. We’re all in pain. Even me.”
There was no response, not even a glimmer in the blank eyes. Just a silence so thick it was killing him.
“Angel, please. Don’t do this. We… I need you.”
Silence.
“You know, I waited for you,” he said softly. “No matter what Darla said I knew you’d come back to me. Never gave up. Still haven’t.”
Silence.
“Still love you, you know.”
Silence.