Continuing my story...

[shadowkat]

While she blathered on about Faith, Dawn's research, her own work with the slayerettes, she felt rather than saw his attention waver from her towards the windows facing him. Not quite realizing she'd lost him until she asked if his relationship with Angel or Liam rather, a name she couldn't quite twist her mind around, was similar to her's with Faith.

In the awkward silence, she noticed for the first time how the fading sun cast its rays through his windows, bathing the right side of his face and upper body in light. He leaned towards rather than away from it, eyes unblinking, letting it blind him, caress his cheek, touch the rim of his ear, and spread across his shirt. She turned to follow his gaze outwards and watched the sun fall bit by bit beneath the trees.

"See how it falls, softly, beneath the leaves. The light filtering just so through them, bits of orange fading into lavender then pink...every night slightly different. Sometimes the orange is just a tad darker, richer in tone, others lighter, softer...the blue draining from the sky as ink drains from those old fountain pens turning darker at the bottom." His voice did not sound like Spike, it was soft, wistful. Distant. And for a while she wondered if he'd spoken at all.

As it sunk, the shadows stretched across the floors and walls of his house, blending and blurring together in the twilight, until the light was soft hazy gray, no longer orange or pink or white. For a moment neither said a word, letting the silence stretch along with the shadows, comfortably. All she heard was his breathing and her own along with the soft creaking of the house around them.

"Never grow tired of those. Liam even painted one once, horrid - not his thing, portrait man, prefers people, landscapes are a struggle. I think Annie has it hanging in one of her bathrooms. Sorry, you were saying?" He asked politely.

"I..." she hesitated. Why ask the obvious? "Did you miss sunsets as a vampire?"

He frowned, staring at the remains of their tea. "Miss? Didn't really think of them. Just lived in the moment, the rush of it all. Didn't do much thinking as a vamp, more doing - more...taking, no just being. Always hunting the next thrill, next challenge, next obsession - craving, what have you. Next thing. Vamps? Bloody short attention spans, in case you haven't noticed. Except when they get fixiated on something - then well, they go bloody bonkers, but then you would know that better than anyone."

Like teenagers, Buffy thought having spent time with more than her fair share.
She often wondered how Giles had tolerated her, Willow, Xander and the others.
Vampires were in effect the unruly teens of the demon world.

"Right, should clear this away, fix us some grub, as Charley boy would say.
May-hap light a few of the votives. House has natural lighting. But, old habits die hard. Any preferances grub wise?"

"Whatever is fine. Do you need any help?"

"Nope. I'm good," he said picking up the tray. "Be back in a few to light those candles. You fine til then?"

She nodded, hearing him meander down the hall towards what she assumed must be the kitchen. The sun was almost completely gone now. The light faint, soft,
quiet in its wake. She stared out at it, feeling oddly surreal, past and present blurring. Remembering the last time she'd watched the sun fade from the sky, while in Spike's company. Except they hadn't exactly been in each other's company then, had they? He'd been down in her cellar while she stood alone on her mother's front porch. Faith used to tease her about that. Never quite believing that all they did those last few nights was hold one another, no sex, no passionate smooching, or heavy breathing. Just cuddling, just being. It wasn't as if they talked about it or discussed it. Even that last night, their last one on earth or so they'd thought at the time, they had just held one another, slept comfortably in each other's arms. Saying little.

During the period she believed him to be dead and buried under the heap that had once been Sunnydale, California, she contemplated what it would have been like to have made love to him that night. How she would have gone about it.
Or more to the point, how he would have responded. She never regretted what they did or did not do. But she did on the rare occassion flip over in her imagination what might have been.




[Okay need to sleep, tough and long day tomorrow. Really enjoying writing this by the way, regardless of what people feel reading it... a bit of a high actually. And the unfolding of stories inside my head..again! Yay! You have no idea how much I missed it. Nothing like writing a tale and having no clue what will happen next until it unfolds slowly gradually inside your head. The words flowing out...sometimes painfully as if you have to pull at them and sometimes in a rush that you cannot stop. Don't worry still doing my own story - the one I show no one and will hopefully become something. This...is just my drabble.]

Comments

[deevalish.livejournal.com]

It's all coming together very well, this drabble. Very well indeed. I'm enjoying your view of this Buffy and this Will. I'm looking forward to seing wherer these people go.

[midnightsjane.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you are continuing this, because it's quite wonderful. I like the comparison between Buffy and Faith, and Spike and Angel, both couples who mirror each other in so many ways. I think you have evoked that feeling of melancholy in Spike so well. It's like someone who was once so much controlled by sensation and emotion has stepped ever so slightly out of his body. Here, but not here.

[petzipellepingo.livejournal.com]

Just lived in the moment, the rush of it all. Didn't do much thinking as a vamp, more doing - more...taking, no just being. Always hunting the next thrill, next challenge, next obsession - craving, what have you. Next thing. Vamps? Bloody short attention spans, in case you haven't noticed. Except when they get fixiated on something - then well, they go bloody bonkers, but then you would know that better than anyone." A very good description of vampire Spike, if not necessarily all vampires.
Please continue.

[graffitiandsara.livejournal.com]

Ready for the next part!