Fic - Spirit Talk
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cornerofmadnessTitle --Spirit Talk
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Fandom -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer -- Whedon owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Spike/Drusilla
Word Count -- 391
Summary -- Spike usually likes it when Dru hears from her ‘spirits’ but this time, not so much.
Author’s Note -- It’s a bit of play on Angelus’s return to the fold written forlondonbard for a Halloween treat. I used the dreamwidth comm, allbingo’s prompt of spirits for this.
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Spike knew the Hellmouth was a natural for him and Dru. He should have moved her here sooner. Course, he hadn't heard of it before. It was a shame Dru hadn't foreseen it. The Slayer was merely the cherry on the top. He wanted to sink his teeth into her. For a moment, if he shut his eyes and let himself drift, Spike could still taste the sweetness of the Chinese bit he'd finished off. Closest to heaven he'd ever get.
He didn't hear Drusilla, hadn't for a while and that never boded well. Searching their place, Spike found her lying on the long Gothic table, holding Miss Edith to her chest. Spike knew that look. She was hearing things only she could hear. Spike didn't argue it. His love was almost never wrong in her predictions.
Spike leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead. He knew it was wrong of him but he did prefer it to her vampiric form. Drusilla was beautiful either way but he loved her skin when it was as smooth and white as a moonstone. “You're thinking deep thoughts, pet.”
“The spirits are whispering to me.” Drusilla put Miss Edith aside. “They're saying so many wonderful things.”
“Oh?” He hoped it was news of how to separate this new Slayer from her pesky friends. He and Dru would have so much fun draining this one down to the last drop. “Anything good?” Spike caressed her cheek and Dru pressed her face against his hand.
“They said Daddy is coming back to us soon.” Dru twisted on the table so she could sit up. Before he could protest such a shite future, Dru lit up, smiling so broadly he couldn't ruin it for her. “Isn't that beautiful, Spike?”
He bit back the honest answer that Angel in chains in hell getting buggered all day was beautiful. Him coming back to the fold was the opposite of beautiful. “If it makes you smile like that, it's beautiful.”
“My two stars in orbit around me again. Think of it, Spike.” She kissed him, nipping his lip.
He did but bright star light wasn't what he was thinking of. On the strong chance, Drusilla was right, Spike knew now was the time to start planning. He was in charge and he damn well meant to keep it that way.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer -- Whedon owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Spike/Drusilla
Word Count -- 391
Summary -- Spike usually likes it when Dru hears from her ‘spirits’ but this time, not so much.
Author’s Note -- It’s a bit of play on Angelus’s return to the fold written for
londonbard for a Halloween treat. I used the dreamwidth comm, allbingo’s prompt of spirits for this.XXX
Spike knew the Hellmouth was a natural for him and Dru. He should have moved her here sooner. Course, he hadn't heard of it before. It was a shame Dru hadn't foreseen it. The Slayer was merely the cherry on the top. He wanted to sink his teeth into her. For a moment, if he shut his eyes and let himself drift, Spike could still taste the sweetness of the Chinese bit he'd finished off. Closest to heaven he'd ever get.
He didn't hear Drusilla, hadn't for a while and that never boded well. Searching their place, Spike found her lying on the long Gothic table, holding Miss Edith to her chest. Spike knew that look. She was hearing things only she could hear. Spike didn't argue it. His love was almost never wrong in her predictions.
Spike leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead. He knew it was wrong of him but he did prefer it to her vampiric form. Drusilla was beautiful either way but he loved her skin when it was as smooth and white as a moonstone. “You're thinking deep thoughts, pet.”
“The spirits are whispering to me.” Drusilla put Miss Edith aside. “They're saying so many wonderful things.”
“Oh?” He hoped it was news of how to separate this new Slayer from her pesky friends. He and Dru would have so much fun draining this one down to the last drop. “Anything good?” Spike caressed her cheek and Dru pressed her face against his hand.
“They said Daddy is coming back to us soon.” Dru twisted on the table so she could sit up. Before he could protest such a shite future, Dru lit up, smiling so broadly he couldn't ruin it for her. “Isn't that beautiful, Spike?”
He bit back the honest answer that Angel in chains in hell getting buggered all day was beautiful. Him coming back to the fold was the opposite of beautiful. “If it makes you smile like that, it's beautiful.”
“My two stars in orbit around me again. Think of it, Spike.” She kissed him, nipping his lip.
He did but bright star light wasn't what he was thinking of. On the strong chance, Drusilla was right, Spike knew now was the time to start planning. He was in charge and he damn well meant to keep it that way.
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