He knew from that moment... eclecticmuses Prompt for Janurary
The night air was cool even though he couldn’t rightly feel it. His body was immune to the temperature change, being a vampire and sometimes he liked that most of all. Not being able to tell. Everything to him was chilly and cold and dark - nothing should ever be light. He wasn’t that person anymore. He wasn’t some pussy momma’s boy who wrote bad poetry, he was somebody important. He knew this no matter what Angelus or Darla thought.
When things would get too much, when Drusilla would push him away to have time with ‘Daddy,’ he would leave even though part of him wanted to stay, wanted to watch what he’d do to her, watch what he couldn’t do to her. He was pissed, and oh so jealous that he was brought to tears but he’d just turn and walk away. Some night’s he’d find him something to eat, something to play with. Something to pass the time with. That’s what he was doing that one night when he saw her. Sitting on the swings, in an isolated park. She was beautiful, dark and dashing and everything that rolled off of her screamed innocence. He knew she’d be his and then maybe he wouldn’t need them. Of course, now thinking back, he knew that was stupid. He could never be without her, he was part of Drusilla. He was hers. But, he did creep up, oh so slowly toward that girl on the swings and knew right then and there that it wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her. He could feel her insides clench, she was scared. She knew someone was behind her but she was so scared to look back. Her breath hitched and he could hear that gulp that rolled down her throat. Spike didn’t say anything, just tilted his head and watched her until she finally turned her head, eyes slowly scanning him over.
“I’m sorry, I’ll …” She scrambled to get up, but Spike smiled softly knowing how easy it would be to just take her now and make her his. Instead he came up and sat on the other swing that was next to her.
“Runnin’ off?” He asked and smiled shyly before looking up at the night sky.
“Yes, I … should get home,” she said, sticking to her guns and Spike just nodded. She ran off, the fear following her as she ran and Spike was tempted to go after her but he knew he’d see her again. This wouldn’t be the last of her.
And it wasn’t. He saw her again. Not in the same place, but he remembers her and that innocence everytime he see’s a playground, mainly with swings. He’s reminded of that first look, the fear in her eyes when she really had no idea what she was getting herself into. Her scent fills his nostrils and he can remember the smell of her hair as she turned her head. She was everything that he wanted because they had hurt him so badly. He wasn’t like the others but he hoped to make one just like him. It didn’t work out that way now that he thinks about it. But he surely remembers her as he will for the rest of the time he walks this existence.
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Prompt: Swings
Word Count: 551