Carve Her Name...

Nov 23, 2010 12:12

I wasn't sure whether to post this or not, but here goes. Not very good, but the only idea I have for the current round of prompts.

Carve Her Name....
Setting: Post-The Gift, pre-Afterlife, BtVS seasons 5/6
Rating: G
150 words



He didn't start until after they buried her. Too beaten up and too drunk.

Would've stayed drunk longer, but then Dawn came knocking on his door.

"I need you," Dawn insisted. And, "Spike, you promised her."

"Sod off, 'Bit."

Dawn went, but she was smiling. "She'd be proud of you."

He waited until the sound of Dawn's footsteps had faded. Then, he wiped his eyes and picked up the knife. Thought of carving the letters into his arm - after all, he hadn't kept that promise, had he? She'd died, a broken-winged bird, yet he still lived.

But self-flagellation was Angel's gig so instead he carved them on the crypt wall. Shallow at first - B-U-F-F-Y- the grooves growing deeper with every day that passed.

One hundred and forty seven days he carved them- a reminder of his failure.

On the one hundred and forty-eighth day, he shattered the wall with his fist.

medium: fic, creator: shapinglight, setting: b5, setting: b6

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