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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 24, 2008 13:52:52 GMT -5
She looked at him with such love and longing before she crumbled to dust that he had to turn away.
Over a hundred years spent by her side, she had to disentegrate before his eyes. From this day forward, he swears to turn the other cheek. His loyal companion gone. His sire, dust..........
For the first time in a long time, THAT look was back in his eyes. The look of hatred and pain. The one he directed at Cecily when she casted him from her home. The look he gave Buffy when she was his mortal enemy. The look that he's giving her now.
Utter hatred.
I can't bare to look at you, he says heatedly. He holds up a shaking finger accusingly at her, "Right now............? You disgust me!"
Buffy waited for it to come. Waited for the monster to come out and play.
"I'm not going to lie to you slayer. I DID love you. I gave you my everything. Cor, I tried so hard!"
But.......................
"I can't breathe the same air as you without wanting to gut you pet!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 24, 2008 13:59:27 GMT -5
And..................?
"You're dead to me Buffy, D-E-A-D!!!!!!!!!!"
His words rang so loud and so true that she wanted to run to the bathroom and vomit.
'No, this can't be happening!'
Buffy: No!
"You killed my sire Buffy. She was my salvation and you killed her!!!!!!!!"
"You took her away just like they all do! Poor Spike, what does he know? He doesn't know anything about love! I'm just some poor sodding git who knows nothing! Who feels nothing!!!!!!!"
He grabs her and shakes her, not caring to be gentle. She destroyed that side of him. Crushed it into a pile of ash and dust.
"SHE. WAS.THE. LOVE. OF. MY. UNLIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 24, 2008 14:16:51 GMT -5
Horse hooves plowed through the cobblestone streets. Hundreds of people walked away from the sight of death that still lingered there. Smells and odors of decay were too much for one's nose to bare. And hearts eventually gave up trying to hide the fear. In these streets walked the undead. Creatures whom bored no souls. Had no souls to give............
It was the June of 1880 when Angelus had moved the entire family away from London. William had this obsession with slayers and was eager to learn anything and everything about them. It had given Angelus an idea. If his wayward offspring wanted a fight then he'll have to learn on his own. Stupid childe, going up against a powerful being such as the slayer! Hah!!!!!!
In the end, he was the stupid one. His childe was not only obsessed, he was obsessed with killing them. Two very dangerous combo in a vampire. Of course William had always been different. He was different because he was young and rash argued a part of his brain, but the other knew better than to question logic. Uh, William!!!!!!!!
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 24, 2008 14:22:40 GMT -5
It was Dru's idea to bring the young poet back to his life.
She wanted a strong childe so she fed him her blood, but also mixed it with her own sire's. Since Dru is weak, she wanted her childe to be strong. She needed another's care. She had repeatedly apologized to her sire for her disrespect, but she felt that William was special.
Her visions had been right on the money. William IS special.
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