Taking Care of the Dead - Dormitory Showers
They moved down the mostly emptied halls, pairs of students hurrying from their rooms towards the showers in order to get there before the morning rush. There wasn't only the pounding of feet along the corridors, there was the beating of hearts...the pumping of blood...
Spike barely remembered a time he'd heard so many sounds all mixed together, and the hearts didn't beat fast, not like they did down in the slave pens..
His fingers began nervously fiddling with his shirt just over his chest as his mind began to wonder off. The Slave pens where almost a nightmare for him, seeing all those humans caged up, trapped like animals, dirty and filthy without any future other then slaving over demons..
Spike:"Cages...Don't like cages...small...and cold..."
One of the students slammed their doors in their eagerness to hurry towards the girls shower room, Spikes entire body seemed to twitch in panic as he turned back to see what had caused the noise. Taking a few steps back in order to stay beside Storm as she walked, he quickly turned back around and focused on where she was taking him.
The arrived at the showers that the X-Men used to use years ago before Xavier had the money to afford a shower in each of their rooms. Since then, these showers had been used for guests who weren't comfortable showering with the other students, though they where often left unused for months. due to the fact that there where no windows other then the small ventilation gaps.
Storm pushed open the door for Spike to enter since he seemed unwilling to open it himself, he took a look at her before slowly stepping inside the room. Suddenly Storm standing in front of him, though he could hear the beating of her heart behind him.....he stared at her reflection, taking a moment for it to register he was looking into a mirror.
He looked between Storm at the door, and her reflection in the mirror before placing his hand tenderly against his forehead and stepping off towards the shower. It was just another way of the world saying he wasn't real...that he'll never be able to be real, no matter what he did, he'll always be dead....and hollow.
As he walked away from Storm, he peeled the shirt off his muscular back, the extensive markings of past beating still seen as they desperately where trying to heal across his body. Some of the markings where oddly shaped, like that of a cross, from when Angelus pressed the sacred item fiercely against Spike's unholy flesh. Some of his back had a faint tint of blue that where once sever bruises, though now thanks to his unnatural healing rate it had allowed the swelling to go down.
He turned around slowly, his shirt clutched tightly in his hands and held closely in front of his chest to hide the burns and scars that also riddled his front. He watched as the white haired mutant closed the door and listened as she stood outside. Dropping the shirt carelessly to the ground as he walked back towards the mirror, the ancient Vampire gazed into it, yet nothing seemed to gaze back at him, nothing except an empty room.
Spike:"I'm here!"
He yelled at the mirror desperately, but lowered his head.
Spike:"Why can't you see me?"
He whispered more softly as he pulled himself away, moving in front one of the showers with a slight anxious feel suddenly rising inside him. Removing his shirt was the easy part...it didn't have buttons..
Angelus thought it would be highly amusing if all of Spike's clothes where replaced, instead of the round buttons, with holy crosses. Small blessed buttons that where burn his flesh whenever he touched them, every ounce of pain seemed to cause Angelus sheer pleasure.
Stubbornly Spike reached down and tried to unbutton his pants, the gentle hissing of the blessed shape as it burned his fingers causing the vampire whimper in pain. If he was more focused he probably would have thought about using his shirt to easy the burning of the mini-cross, but he was still tired and hungry and the case of current mild insanity wasn't helping him either.
As he began to stress over the situation, his body going into a gentle rocking motion as his mind struggled to cope with what it was being tormented with. He gave a frustrated growl as he gave up, his burning fingers pressing against the sides of his head as his whimpers turned into tearful sobs.
He stood suddenly, storming angrily into the small cubical that was a shower, twisting the handles stubbornly, his body flinching in fright as the water poured down upon his half dressed body. Surely the mutant outside would wonder why it'd take him so long to start the shower, he didn't want any one to know....he didn't want anyone to ever know...
The tears and the water blended together perfectly, his body slowly sliding down into sitting position as he weakly tried to continued removing the leather pants as they began to get drenched. If he couldn't undo it, then he was going to rip the bloody thing off, and he didn't care what anyone would say about it! His fingers wrapped around the sacred item as best as he could manage, the pain growing worse as he tried to rip it off.
He gave a yell as the pain became almost unbearable, but the holy symbol ripped from the rim of his pants and now was held clutched in his fist. He could hear the door opening, the weather witch moving towards where he was hidden. Lowering his head, he pulled his knees towards his chest, resting his head on them as cold water fell down upon him. Hot steam lifted from his clenched fist as the tiny cross he still held continued to burn into the palm of his hand.
Seeing the scars all over his back, Storm couldn't help but feeling pity for that tormented creature. What had he done to deserve something like that?
Nonetheless, she closed the door leaving him some privacy and positioned herself outside.
A few moments later, yells could be heard from inside, yet - knowing about his insanity - she hesitated to react. Mad or not, Ororo didn't want to embarrass the vampire by seeing him naked.
It was something different as the voice changed its quality, sounds of pain.
"Spike? What happened? Do you need help?" As no reply occured, the windrider opened the door.
"Where are you?" she asked looking around. Checking the cabins, she finally found him.
Half-dressed, his face an image of hardly hidden pain and frustration.
Storm stopped the flow of water falling onto the desperate creature and squatted down outside the cabin, trying to catch his eyes.
Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke.
"Shall I get one of the men to assist you? Maybe Aran'kla could..."
The faint smell of burned flesh was in the air as was an indefinable sound which caught her attention. Her eyes were drawn to his fist which seemed to smoke.
"Almighty Goddess" she whispered forcing the vampire's hand open.
"What are you doing?" Quickly, Storm took the small crosses out of the vampire's hand. "Why are you punishing yourself?"
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
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The cold water stopped pouring over his tortured body as the weather witch knelled down beside him, he didn't want to see her, didn't want her to see him..
But her presence seemed to demand the attention of his eyes, which looked towards her against his will.
"Shall I get one of the men to assist you? Maybe Aran'kla could..."
He didn't want anyone else to see him, he wanted to be as invisible as his reflection right now, he watched his fist trembling slightly from the searing pain.
"Almighty Goddess"
Her eyes peered down towards his steaming fist, her fingers prying the sacred symbol from his clutches, like a parents taking a treasured item from a stubborn child.
"What are you doing? ....Why are you punishing yourself?"
Looking from her eyes to the tiny cross in her hand, what was she doing with that? That was his...no..he didn't want it....he didn't want to be punished, but he deserved to be, after what he's done he deserves to be punished..
But why did she think it was he who was punishing himself? ...Angelus did a good enough job of that on his own, why was she looking at him like that? He wanted her to stop looking at him! She wasn't allowed to see, it was his body, his secret, they'll whisper about it if they heard what Angelus did to him. Serves him right though doesn't? He helped Dru bring Angelus back....this was his punishment for that, this is what he deserved..
And before bringing Angelus back, he did other terrible things, so many killings, so many souls stolen away because of what he had done..
Spike:"...Have to be, have to be punished...what I did...it was bad...very....very bad."
His legs kicked out against the wall in front of him, but not strong enough to cause damage, his feet still continued to press tightly against the wall, causing his back to push against the cold wet marble wall behind him. His eyes glared at his shoes for a moment, the black leather covered in droplets of water, how stupid, he had forgotten to remove them in his frustration. He was ruining all his clothes, he wouldn't have any left if he kept destroying them.
He leaned forward, once again his hands finding their way to the side of his head. It was like he was just a child, couldn't even undress without Willow helping him, nothing made sense any more, the centuries all blurring together.
Spike:"Stole the soul, it was my spark, no more spark, lost my glow...the heart broke, wouldn't work any more, not like it's meant to. Lost its sweet melody, can't sing it's song of life anymore, and the mind.."
He chuckled to himself as he thought of what had happened to his mind over the past few years. Much like his shirt, slowly fading away from all the stress and beatings it had suffered.
Spike:"Don't even get me started on that...but it was mine...it was all I had left...and they took it away.."
Droplets of water trickled down his body, but in his mind they where fingers, touching him, pocking and prodding and mocking him. He jerks his body back against the cold marble wall of the cubical in an attempt to stop the droplets, his hands furiously trying to wipe the water off his arms and from his hair.
Spike:"It's goin' to burn! He always makes it burn! It's always just a joke to him! Don't let him see you cry it makes him laugh, and he just hurts more and more until everything goes black!"
His hands grabbed out at Ororo's hand that held the tiny cross, although his grab was sudden his touch was tender, yet his voice desperate.
Spike:"You gotta give it back, I shouldn't have taken the button off, mum can saw it back on for me...she's a good sawer. I can take it downstairs to her right now, she wouldn't mind, I could read her another poem while she fixes it. I wrote a new one today, I could fix you some tea, you could listen, I know they're not all that good, they're just scribbles really...but maybe....maybe if Cecily hears how I feel about her....maybe she'll notice me.."
He gently pulled Storms hand closer to him, his head resting down on her knuckles as he began to weep, cold hurt filled tears soon getting lost in the droplets of water that still ran down his face.
Spike:"...I just wanted her to see me...but she said I was beneath her.."
Re: Taking Care of the Dead - Dormitory Showers
For a moment, Storm was just overtaxed by the situation - didn't know what to do.
In some way, it didn't lack irony. You cannot say the gods don't have any sense of humor, it's just that mortal beings aren't able to understand it.
Spike:"...I just wanted her to see me...but she said I was beneath her.."
Finally, her motherly side succeeded. Wrapping her arms around the half-naked vampire without caring about her clothes, Ororo tried to calm him down.
"shhhh...it's alright, dear. You are safe here. We don't care about your past or your differences compared to normal human beings" After all, they were mutants.
The whole scene was absurd - Ororo realized - yet there was no other way. The chain had to be broken!
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
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At first he was terrified of what was happening, unsure why the woman was suddenly all around him, he was tense, half panicking over being crushed by the strength of her arms that so many woman seemed to possess.
But instead of pain came a soft calming voice, desperately trying to sooth the creature in his broken state of insanity and despair.
It was alien, unnatural and almost painful, the feeling of comfort so forgotten that it took moments before he was able to register what was happening. He felt confined again, trapped, but this was different...he wasn't scared of this, it was more...soothing.
The rhythm of her heartbeat, the very sound of life flowing from her, it was like, for the shortest moment of his unnatural existence...the sound of life was all around him.
His eyes closed, he felt the urge to talk, yet at the same time he wouldn't allow himself, because right now he was being held, and that meant that he was here...dead or alive...someone could see him.
He blinked back the tears, oblivious to the fact her clothes where absorbing the moisture from his damp body.
Spike:"...I wasn't always like this.."
He whispered desperately, he used to be of noble class, intelligent, smart...he used to be alive.
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Being unsure whether that was a sign he had finally found back to his self again or not, Storm decided to hold him a little longer. Maybe all the vampire needed was somebody really *listening* to what he was saying. Solitude is such a terrible thing.
"Change is within the nature of everything. You cannot stay the same forever" the windrider said quietly "Sometimes, the alternation scares us - is uncontrollable or unwanted, yet I believe there is a plan behind everything"
She smiled a little although Spike would hardly be able to see it.
"I believe, the Goddess has a plan for each and everyone of us and as long as we fight and truly try to make the best of our lifes - as long as we don't give up - nothing is lost.
Sometimes, terrible things are happening around us but some of them are just to point at the right path from which we deviated"
Her voice, soft and full of inner strength, died away as she thought about the times she had been about to give up hope.
There had been many throughout the decades but they had one thing in common.
"Some things seem to bring us down entirely, break us forever but if we face them and succeed, then we will arise stronger than we have been before"
Ororo ended, taking her arms from Spike. "Sorry to give a speech" she said smiling a little. "This is just what helps *me* if I really feel like crying out loud... Well, if I wouldn't calm myself down, the elements would go wild and as that had hardly happened throughout the years, my methods seem to be rather effective. At least for me"
Waiting for his reaction, the weather witch tried to catch his hazel eyes again with her deep blue ones.
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: Taking Care of the Dead - Dormitory Showers
The talk of higher powers having a plan for him almost bewildered the creature, what would a heavenly being have planned for an unholy beast such as himself?
But he could stay the same forever...he could, if he wanted, sit in this cubical, for the rest of eternity...his body would practically look as if he was a starved corpse...but he'd continue existing....forever sitting here, unchanging...
What if he chose the wrong road? They have hearts and minds and souls to lead them in the right direction what did he have? Bits of his memories from a life long past that only vaguely reminded him right from wrong.
"Some things seem to bring us down entirely, break us forever but if we face them and succeed, then we will arise stronger than we have been before"
The burns on the palm of his hand drew his attention, and his eyes travelled from his hand up his arms, pausing with shocked horror at the realization that the white haired woman had fully seen the extent of his scarring.
He knew what was responsible for breaking him, did that mean as soon as he faced and defeated Angelus he'd be liberated from his state of insanity?
"Sorry to give a speech"
He tried to fold his faintly scarred arms across his marked chest, looking up at her with a frown as he tried to regain an understanding of what she was saying. But his eyes didn't linger on her for long, slowly getting distracted down towards his soaking pants.
"This is just what helps *me* if I really feel like crying out loud... Well, if I wouldn't calm myself down, the elements would go wild and as that had hardly happened throughout the years, my methods seem to be rather effective. At least for me."
Since his right hand was painfully burned, he had let it rest on his lap as his other hand tried to stroke the water off his pants. He wondered what kind of elements she meant....how would they go wild? He didn't like it when he went wild...he couldn't think straight, and he'd hurt people, he didn't like hurting them...
She had gone silent....she was looking at him again, he could feel it...he tore his attention from his drenched pants and looked at her. Her eyes where glowing, he could see something that most mortals where unable to see, but the dead always could. The eyes where literally a window to the soul, he could see her spark just by looking into them.
It made him almost jealous with despair and the feeling of emptiness, as he watched it swirl around inside her sea blue eyes.
Spike:"....I want it back.....I want the spark they stole from me.."
His whisper was kept quiet, as if a shameful secret was just told, and for a vampire it was shameful, it was absurd, to be without a soul was considered freeing. For a creature of the damned to have a soul would cause them to be banished, hated, loathed...
He looked back down at his hand, slowly stroking his left hand fingers over the burns.
Spike:"I don't remember who I am...and I'm not really sure what exactly has happened to me...but I know what I want to happen...what I want to become.."
His hazel eyes found their way back to Storms gaze, his own eyes admiring something only he seemed able to see.
Spike:"...I'll have to fight for change....but I don't care...I just hope it's for the better, I know it's going to hurt...going to be painful...but I just want her to be proud of me again..."
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He hadn't understand her - she could easily read it in his eyes. Well, Ororo was used to it which was one of the reasons why she usually sticked to the less complex type of conversation.
Spike:"...I'll have to fight for change....but I don't care...I just hope it's for the better, I know it's going to hurt...going to be painful...but I just want her to be proud of me again..."
Now it was Storm's turn not to know what the other was talking about. Whom was he talking about? The attitude, however, seemed to be the right one so she decided to encourage that.
"If you have a goal to work on to, it might be easier"
and remembering something he had said earlier, the white-haired added mysteriously
"maybe you will find something to replace your spark"
She got up turning towards the door again.
"I will be just outside. If you need help, don't hesitate to ask. It's never to late for that..."
With a last silent smile at him, Storm left hoping she had been able to help at least a little...
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
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As she walked off, he placed his left hand on the side of his head, mumbling more to himself then the windrider.
Spike:"...Got something to replace it, silicon, metal, wires, keeps me from hurting people...my little metallic soul.."
He heard the door close shut, he was wet, and now he was alone, and he wasn't sure what to do..
Spike:"Everyone....everyone has a purpose...choose the right path.."
He glanced about the cubical where he sat, nothing would change if he just sat there, he had to move..
Spike:"Gotta make mother proud.."
He stated simply as he pulled himself weakly to his feet, swept with dizziness from lack of feeding, he held the marble walls tightly. He could feel water dripping from his hair and running down his face and neck, his pants heavy with the water they had soaked up.
Leaning his head gently against the wall he faced, the vampire struggled to kick off the shoes he wore, he could feel the small pools of water trapped between his toes.
Looking down at his soaking pants and socks, he frowned and as if responding to a comment he answered rather gloomily.
Spike:"I know...walked home in the rain, ruined my clothes.."
He moved from the shower cubical and sat on the bench that was located along the wall, his hands grasping at his socks and pulling them off. Holding them tightly in the palm of his hands, he squeezed the water out of them, the water leaving his socks and pouring onto his lap.
He clenched his jaw painfully as he dropped his socks into his damp lap and cradled his hand tightly.
Spike:"I'm alright, I am, burned my hand, don't worry about me, you're not feelin' well, go rest...please don't worry.."
Looking up towards something on the other side of the bathroom, he offered an encouraging smile.
Spike:"It'll be alright, everything will be alright, I'll take care of you, I promised I would, and I will.."
He took another glimpse down at his hand before he picked up his socks and placed them neatly beside him, standing as he placed them down. He wanted to remove his pants so he could squeeze the water out, but she was watching..
Spike:"Muuuuuum.."
He groaned, exasperated over the fact she was just standing there watching him like that.
Spike:"Yeah well, still, I'd prefer you not watchin' me."
He replied stubbornly at her statement that she had dressed him herself for the first 13 years of his life and that there was nothing she hadn't seen before.
Spike:"Well I'm not thirteen any more am I? Little passed that now.."
Suddenly his face went from an expression of stubbornness to a look of sorrow and tenderness, quickly taking a few steps towards the doorway where he thought she stood.
Spike:"No, no you're not, you're lovely, you're an angel mother, don't ever say such horrid lies about yourself."
The movement caused his attention to be brought back down towards his wet pants, his fingers unzipping them as he turned about and walked off.
Spike:"I'm a mess, a mess, look at me, a soaking mess.."
He pulled the pants off and tightly squeezed the legs of the pants until he had gotten all the excess water out, but because of that, when he slipped them back on they had gone extremely wrinkled.
He growled quietly as he attempted to ignore the wrinkles and put his socks back on, then quickly retrieved his damp shoes from inside the cubical he had been in.
Spike:"They're going to notice, they always notice.."
He complained as he slipped his shoes back on and then moved towards the door, grabbing the handle and twisting it open. He stared at the windrider hesitantly for a moment, his hand reaching up and pressing against his forehead as a droplet run down from his hair. He pulled his hand away and stared at his moist fingers with slight puzzlement.
Mother:"William.."
He looked up and frowned at something standing behind Storm, the disembodied voice sounded almost teasing as it spoke in the back of his mind.
Spike:"What?"
Mother:"You forgot something dear..."
The warmth of the sun heated air suddenly registered as it brushed across his skin, he glanced down at his scarred chest and then back towards his old shirt that still lay discarded on the floor.
Spike:"Oh.....right."
He closed the door on them again and moved back over to the shirt, scooping it up with his left hand and slipping it on over his wet hair. As he walked back towards the door, he was running his hand threw his bleached hair in an attempt to shake off all the water.
Another soft wave of dizziness hits him, but he didn't pay it any attention, he knew he was going to get fed soon, he wasn't going to let it bother him. Once again he grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, he had forgotten all about Ororo's offer for fresh clothes as he held out his open palm expectantly.
Spike:"You have my button, can't leave here without the button, wet enough as it is, don't want to be buttonless as well..."
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If the vampire's odd behavior was something to confuse her then she didn't show it.
"No"
Storm simply said, shaking her head like one would do at a child requesting to eat ice-cream before lunch.
Routined, she opened a larger locker at her left and after a thoughtful look at Spike's body, the white-haired windrider took a set of clothes out of it.
It was nothing special: a plain black shirt with a small red "X" right over the heart area, black pants and socks.
"I would say, 'M' is your size. Sorry, we don't keep any shoes here so you have to wear your old ones but believe me, those clothes are better than your drowned ones... and don't you dare to argue!"
Ororo's eyes flashed whitish as she handed him the clothing. It was no real threat, yet she hoped the impressive effect would make him give in.
"Change, I will wait right out there" She pointed at the door leading out to the hallways and - after another stern look - left.
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: Taking Care of the Dead - Dormitory Showers"No"
But she had to! He was coming, he must have realized Spike broke the button, he's not allowed to remove them, he'll be punished. And Angelus was coming to punish him right now, he had to fix his clothes, had to hide what he had done.
His watched as she opened a locker, his hand reaching out for the wall to help keep him balanced if the pains grew any worse and incase another wave of dizziness hit him. Her eyes looked over him, then she started looking threw the locker, pulling out some items of clothes for the vampire to wear.
"I would say, 'M' is your size. Sorry, we don't keep any shoes here so you have to wear your old ones but believe me, those clothes are better than your drowned ones... and don't you dare to argue!"
Holding out the clothes for him, Spike's burned left hand reached out slowly took them, though his eyes where more focused on odd behaviour of her eyes.
"Change, I will wait right out there"
As she left, he glanced down at the clothes she had given him, his right hand now pulling away from the wall and nervously stroking threw his damp hair.
Spike:"He's coming to punish me, coming here, coming here to punish me.."
He dropped the clothes aside on the bench and proceeded to remove his ragged old shirt as he continued to mumble, a slight tone of panic hidden away in his voice.
Clutching the scrunched up shirt in his hands as he glanced about to make sure no one else was in the room, he then pressed the shirt against his face. His muffled voice barely able to be heard as he allowed the faded item to soak up the moister on his face and hair.
He leaned forward slightly, his insides began to burn, screaming for him to feed, a few sips of human blood didn't make up for the days he's been without feeding.
Spike:"Alright! Stop it! Needa get dressed, wait for me to finish!"
He dropped his shirt beside him before then pulling off his shoes and damp soaks. Standing up again, he began to pace back and forth in his bare feet.
Spike:"If he comes, I can't fight, can't fight and people will be hurt, don't want that, don't want them to hurt.."
Once again he fingers unzip his wet pants, but he doesn't remain focused long enough to think about pulling them off, instead continuing his nervous pacing.
Spike:"Can't let him get hurt though, can't let them hurt him, even if he hurts them....no, that doesn't make sense, if he hurts someone I should be allowed to hurt him. B-But not destroy him, that'd be bad, not allowed to do that, promised the Slayer we'd...."
He stared down at his pants, then placed his hands over his confused face as he moved back towards where he sat before.
Spike:"It'll make sense later, it always makes more sense when they're not yelling, just have to wait for them to sleep, wait for them to go quiet.."
He glanced about at the clothes around him, trying to remember what he was doing, he looked down at his unzipped pants and stood up. He paused as he was about to zip them up, remembering he had wanted to take them off because they where damp. Pulling them down to his knees as he sat down again, slowly slipping his scarred legs out of the wet leather.
Grabbing the black pants that Ororo had given him, he placed it down on his lap and stared at the round black button located right above the zip. But before his fingers could manage to gently press against it to make sure it was safe for him, his attention was drawn across the room. His eyes moved down to his legs before anxiously slipping the black pants on, standing up and fixing it around his waist.
Spike:"Not allowed to see what he did, not ever allowed to see what he did...it doesn't hurt any more, don't cry mother, please, it doesn't hurt any more."
He quickly grabbed the new shirt and slipping his arms into it, pulling it over his head and finally covering his battered chest, allowing it to be hidden away behind the dark material.
Spike:"Not allowed to cry mother, not after what I did to you, don't ever cry...not for me.."
Picking up his shoes, he began drying them off with his old shirt, making sure to focus as much on the inside as the outside. He could almost feel the tender touch of his mothers fingers press against his hand, telling him the shoes where done and to focus on finishing up quickly.
Spike:"Right...right, she's waiting, have to hurry, it's not polite to keep them waiting."
Pulling the new dry socks over his cold feet, the vampire then slipped them into his dryer shoes and began picking up his old clothes. He began folding them carefully, placing each neatly folded item on his lap as he went, then glanced about for his bed, he had to put them on his bed....but he wasn't in his bedroom.
Placing the pile of folded clothes on the bench beside him, he stood up, staring at the white marble walls, tiny dark spots scattered every inch of them. He gave a chuckle, he wasn't sure why he had given a quiet laugh but it almost made him want to cry afterwards.
The palm of his right hand reached up and pressed against his forehead, a moment of pain and hurtful desires rushing threw his head.
He stopped in mid sentence as he hurried off towards the door, once again twisting the handle and pulling it open to reveal Storm on the other side. Instinctively he placed his hand over his heart and looked down to make sure he was wearing his shirt this time. Which he was, but something on his chest caught his attention, his hand slowly pulling away to get a better look at what it was.
His fingers gently stroked over the small 'X' that was printed on the shirt, a small wave of dizziness hitting him as he did so, forcing him to take a step back in order to balance himself.
Spike:"Make's it easy for them....to remember where the broken heart is."
Closing his eyes, he leaned his right shoulder against the doorframe and let his head drop forward slightly, remaining silent for a moment. Taking in a deep breath that he didn't really need, the vampire pushed himself from the door frame with his hands, allowing his right hand to continue holding onto the frame as he straightened his posture and opened his eyes.
He didn't like hearing the sound of her heartbeat now, it was making him hurt, he could hear the blood inside her, moving around, screaming at him to feed. He glued his eyes stubbornly on the wall away from her, he couldn't, he wouldn't, and he shouldn't. He won't hurt her, he won't think about hurting her, and he didn't care if the hunger burned his insides to ashes.
Spike:"...I don't feel well."
He whispered as he slowly slipped past Storm and into the hallway, he moved a few feet away from her, placing his left hand over the front of his face.
Spike:"Stop fussing over me."
He demanded as he pulled his hand away and looked at something he seemed to think he could see standing beside him.
Spike:"It might happen again, I don't want it to happen again...I won't be able to cope if it happens again....why can't you just stay away from me? I don't want to hurt you, not again, please mother, just.."
The distant voices of the early morning rush of students to get ready for their showers so they can get to their first classes on time could be heard echoing down the halls. The vampire covered his ears with the palm of his hands as his senses where filled with the sounds of their singing hearts and the flow of their life force threw their veins.
Turning around as he continued trying to block out the calling of their screaming blood, he stepped desperately towards Storm as he shut his eyes so he couldn't see her.
Spike:"Take me away, take me away.....take me away.."
The fear and desperation in his voice greatly overshadowed the pain and anger he felt inside, he just wanted it to end, he just wanted everything to stop being so painfully loud!
A pleased expression flashed over Storm's face at the sight of the newly dressed vampire. Her hopes he might finally have had a sane phase, however,
were soon disappointed as Spike began to talk with imaginary people again.
Suddenly, he seemed to slip back into the real world as he faced her with closed eyes. Spike:"Take me away, take me away.....take me away.."
The rising panic in his voice was not a part of those past memories the vampire seemed to live over and over again but apparently directly connected to the noise... the life around them.
*Vampire, blood, feed* was the short chain of thoughts that popped up in the weather controlling mutant's mind and without asking anything, she stepped closer to him and pulled one of his arms over her shoulders.
"Hold on tight, this will be a little stormy" Ororo anounced and a moment later, strongs winds had lifted them into midair.
Without any further explanation, she speeded towards the MedLab, holding Spike's considerable weight as secure as possible...
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