~*Sleeping With the Enemy*~ (Inside Spike's Dream)
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With a shy smile the young poet continued to admire the attractive Cecily whom sat at a table just in front of him, his pen remained poised over the fresh crisp sheet of paper that awaited him to pour out his emotions into words that where grand enough to do justice for her beauty and grace. He was too naive to have realized she nervously avoided eye contact with him for the whole night, but also far to focused on thinking up words to take notice.
William:”Oh...what other word could I use? ‘gleaming’ is perfectly the perfect word yet it doesn’t rhyme! Perhaps…no no, that doesn’t fit either..”
He fiddled with his reading glasses for a moment, then fully removed them and pulled out a hanky to clean the lenses with a deep sigh. As he did so, three men of whom he new only as regular guests that often appeared at the formal balls, chose to take a seat at his table.
Alexander:”Now tell me good sir, what do you think of these strange deaths that have swept our towns?”
The aristocrat asked in a friendly manner, though a hint of mischievous thoughts where heard in the tone of his voice. Returning his glasses, William uncomfortably stroked his fingers threw his short wavy golden brown hair.
William:”I-I prefer not to think of such dreary things..”
Once again his eyes stole a glance over towards Cecily, a small adoring smile spreading across his lips as his eyes fell upon her.
William:”I prefer to spend my time focusing on more important matters.”
His voice was filled with pride and conviction, it was obvious to all, this obsession of his with the lovely Cecily, Alexander glimpsed over to the woman before giving a laugh, one of the other men taking the chance to snatch up the unfinished poem in front of William.
George:”And what have you here William?”
He asked with a large boyish grin as he scanned the dull brown paper with his eyes.
William:”…A…a poem of course.. careful, the ink is still wet and it is not yet finished!”
David:”Dear god William, half of that doesn’t even make sense!”
Alexander:”Effulgent…is that even a word?”
George:”My heart has grown a bulge!”
He gave a laugh as the two others chuckled, Cecily turning to see what the fuss was about, only to spot the three men laughing over a sheet of paper, her fair face grew pale for she was all to aware of what…and who…those poems where about. Getting to her feet in a flurry of embarrassment and anger, she storms off to flee from the awful poet, who, upon snatching up his poem, took after her hastily.
David:”I’d rather have a rail road spike in my head then listen to that god awful stuff!”
Alexander:”Now you see why they call him William the Bloody?”
George:”Because of he’s bloody awful poetry!”
William stopped, slowly turning around as all three continued laughing at him, he stalked back towards them, everything about the poet seemed to change, his hair brown slightly longer and pulled back into a pony tail, and no longer wearing his glasses. The three men sat tied to their seats, gagged so they couldn’t say anything else about his poems, William raised his hand, in his grasp was a rail road spike, all he could do was grin as the three men looked at him in terror.
Once again he was changed, his hair bleached like it was now, his clothes more modern and completely black, he looked back down at his hands, the rail road spike still soaked in fresh blood, the vampire gave a yell and dropped it to the floor. He couldn’t even bring himself to look upon the three lifeless bodies before him, turning around and keeping his back to the motionless figures, flashes of what he had done to them bombarding his mind.
Drusilla:”Does it hurt my love?”
He didn’t realize it but he had shut his eyes, the familure voice purred behind him, her gentle touch pulling him from his flash backs and forcing him to look at her, to hear her poisonous words.
Spike:"Of course it hurts you ding-bat, look what you did to me!"
He yelled painfully at her as one hand pressed against his chest, covering his heart and his other pointed back at the three men who sat dead, their faces covered in black cloths to hide what he had done to them.
Drusilla:”I asked if you wanted this…you where the one that said yes.”
Spike:”I didn’t want this! I wanted something else! I thought it would be different! Not like this!”
The dark haired vampire reached out and placed her fingers against his hand that covered his heart.
Drusilla:”You can’t lie to me my sweet….I made you…I know you…when you died you’d never felt so alive!”
Spike:”…Remember when Angelus got his soul?”
Drusilla:”..Grandmother wasn’t too happy..”
Spike:”…I hated him, hated the Gypsies, how dare they do that him, but now….now I think and wonder..”
Her fingers raised and pressed against his lips to stop him speaking.
Drusilla:”Why didn’t they ever think about cursing all of us? …We killed them all…remember? None left…”
He turned away from her, now walking down an ally, the dark stonewalls and pale moonlight hiding his figure in the shadows.
Spike:”I wasn’t like this! I was better! No one looked at me the way they all do now, I can see it in their eyes, and they all bloody pity me! No bloody sympathy for the stupid stinking vampire!”
He growled angrily as he kicked a trashcan.
Drusilla:”It’s not fair is it my love? Caging you up like that?”
Spike:”What do you mean?”
Not realizing he was in a dream, the puzzled vampire turned around and faced his sire, the confusion was muddled with anger and annoyance, suddenly everything was bright, he was tied down to an operation table, his hostile emotions instantly turned into panic and fear. Everything around him was white, even the people where dressed in white.
Doctor:”It’ll take a few minutes for us to prepare for the operation.”
Another person looked over the vampire, a younger, more serious person.
Riley:”Don’t. We wont waste good meds on an animal, do it now and get it over with.”
The young initiative operative ordered before taking a step back.
He was alone…where was he? It was dark...and cold…There was movement behind him, he wasn’t alone any more, he looked around, he couldn’t move because his arms where chained as well as his legs.
Angelus:”Having fun yet?”
Spike:”What the bloody hell are you on about?”
The older vampire stopped in front of Spike, the same smug look on his face as he always seemed to have.
Drusilla:”We had to stop you, don’t you remember?”
Spike:”Stop me from what? Let me go!”
Angelus:”You started all the fun without us….that’s not very nice.”
Drusilla:”Did they taste nice?”
She spoke like a child who missed out on getting a treat, when everyone else in the room had gotten one…Spike scoffed at them, no clue what they where on about but was pretty sure he didn’t want to find out..
Drusilla:"You hogged all of them…"
Both Dru and Angelus seemed to step aside, the dark chambers dimly being lit up at the same time.
Spike:"..Oh god…"
Angelus:”Hey! Watch your language!”
The ancient vampire warned in a dangerous tone, but Spike could barely hear him, the room was filled with bodies, bodies upon bodies’….he didn’t do that…did he? Surely he would have remembered! What happened!?
Drusilla:"Don’t you remember? You got free….can’t contain the beast within..”
Angelus:"Look what happened when I broke free, you did ok, but no one can beat bringing an endless night!"
He gave a laugh, but this wasn’t funny...how could he laugh like that? Look at all the dead people!
Spike:"NO!"
He cried out, whimpering as tears fell down his cheek
Spike:"Bring’em back! Bring’em Back! Please…."
His hands continued to try and weaken the grasp the iron had on them, he had to break free…had to see if any were still alive…but they weren’t…he didn’t hear a single heart beat…..they where all gone…
Spike:"Wasn’t allowed to kill the faerie! Made a promise…you made me kill her….Nibblet…wake up! I’m sorry! I didn’t know...Rogue said she wouldn't let go, shoulda killed me, shoulda killed me..."
He tried to throw himself at the two other vampires, his shoulders screaming in pain as he did so, but he didn’t care, he had to get out, had to get away.
Spike:"Please! …D-Don’t let them go away…..she….sh-she believed i-in me.….I…I can still save them…I just need….just need…need to die…"
Drusilla:"No my Pet, death isn't the answer...come back to us, be with me again...you're ment to be with me my live."
He stopped struggling for a moment as is tired body stopped to rest and think.
Spike:"I-I know a secret…..she wanted to know….’C-Could you ask if he knew any faeries?’ Didn’t tell her…didn’t think she was real…if I tell her will she come back? …I hurt her again… Why’d you make me hurt them? ..Because it hurts now! Please...don’t make me look…gotta learn from my mistakes, only way for the guilt to go away……but...it’ll never go away, you forgot what guilt’s like, you’re not like me, my heart still feels……gotta cut it out…gotta cut it out…
His bound hands struggled to break free of the restraints as he talked.
Spike:"The cute one had to keep me...couldn't let me go, stupid bloody git, shoulda known better!"
Jean:"..Spike."
The vampire stopped talking, he didn't recognise that voice, it was all around him, it was everywhere yet came from no where.
Spike:" Who the hell are you?"
He growled untrustingly as Jean appeared.
Jean:"A friend.."
Spike:"Don't have any of those, no sympathy!"
Drusilla:"..He went and got himself another pet.."
Dru spoke as if she was deeply offended and hurt over such a thing, everything around them disappeared, it was like they stood in a room completely filled with darkness, though each person could clearly see the other.
Jean:"What's happening to you?"
Spike:"She follows me, you know, tracks me down. I'm her pet project. Drive Spike round the bend. Makes every day a fresh bout of torture."
Jean:"You have to fight her then.."
Spike:"You don't understand. I can't get rid of her. She's everywhere. She's haunting me, please....this...it has got to end."
Jean:"I can't end it for you, you have to end it, I can only help."
Jennifer:"I can make it end."
In front of him appears the Slayer from back in Lost Angels, for a moment he was speechless, his eyes looking at the stake in her hand which was raised and ready for attack.
Jennifer:"Spike, you're a killer. And I shoulda done this *years* ago."
Spike:"You know what? Do it. Bloody just do it."
Jean:"Spike!"
Jennifer:"What?
Spike:"End my torment. Seeing you, every day, everywhere I go, every time I turn around. Take me ... out of a world ... that has you in it! Just kill me Dru!"
The slayer seemed to instantly disappear as Dru replaced her, the dark haired female vampire simply stared at him, utter dismay at his answer.
Spike:"What? Shocked and dismayed? You honstly think I'd want you back? Think I'd go crawling back to you? Not bloody likely love, I'm insane, not a bloody ideot!"
Drusilla:"But...my love..."
Spike:"I just want to rest Dru...let me rest....please, just let me get a little rest, without the nightmares, without the pain...with out the memories...."
Drusilla:"I'm not letting you go!"
Spike:"Either is Rogue..."
Drusilla:"The Slayer..?"
Spike:"..The X-Man."
Drusilla:"..A Human!?"
She was so disgusted she lost herself in her anger, losing her concentration and breaking the control she had over his body, though Jean gave a hand in forcing her out of his mind as well. Spike stood motionless for a moment, slowly looking over towards Jean...whispering shamefully under his breath so no one else could hear.
Spike:"..Don't tell any one...not about my dreams....don't tell them what you saw.."
Jean gave him a faint assuring smile.
Jean:"...It's your secret...I've already forgotten."
She disappeared, leaving Spike alone, for once, he was finally alone.....alone and at rest.
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