New Beginnings....their endings....
I could feel my mind start to spin, like it was kick started into gear again. I saw flashes of memories and moments but they weren’t my own. They weren’t my own memories but someone else’s. I watched it all as if it was a movie.
"Oh, lark. Grant a sign if crook'd be Cupid's shaft.
Hark, the lark, her name it hath spake."
"My heart expands...'tis grown a bulge in it...inspired by your beauty, effulgent.”
I knew the voice but I couldn’t see the face, I could see as the man ran out of what looked to be a high class society party and out into the dark wet streets.
I watched like watching a movie as he staggers down the street in tears, ripping up his poems as he goes. He bumps into a passerby and drops the pages. "Watch where you're going!" He gathers up the torn sheets and makes his way toward a nearby alleyway.
The man is now sitting on a bale of hay and finishing the job of destroying his poetry. He looks up at the sound of a woman's voice to find a deathly beautiful stranger standing serenely in the dark alley with him.
"And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?"
"Nothing. I wish to be alone." He replies.
"Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory." She paused and looked at him closer. "That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head." He looks at her like she's out of her mind and steps back as his eyes dart around the alleyway.
"That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets." He speaks, his nervousness apparent. "You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you. "Don't need a purse." She points to his heart and head in succession. "Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and…imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine."
He looks at her with intrigue, unable to explain why she's able to see into him. "Oh, yes!" He catches himself caught in the moment and rechecks himself. "I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me."
"I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent." He looks at her again unable to believe the words she speaks.
"Effulgent." He repeats her word.
"Do you want it?"
"Oh, yes!" He reached out and touches her chest, caught up in the moment and not wanting to leave it. "God, yes." The woman’s face changes and he looks at her curiously, not afraid. She reaches up and sinks her fangs deep into his neck. His eyes go wide and he starts a small vein attempt to fight.
The scene went blank and I felt myself being pulled, my body becoming more aware of the surroundings. I could hear cars and I knew they were far away. I could hear footsteps of passers by but they were left totally unaware of what was going on.
I darted my eyes behind my eyelids franticly trying to figure out where I was or what happened. I felt strange, odd, different, I felt new.
I could feel a presence nearby and watching me. It didn’t speak but I knew it wanted me to open my eyes, to look at them.
I started to slowly move, feeling every inch of my body, every cell felt alive, the sharp smell of blood was all around me. Opening my eyes I sat up sharply, looking around for Willow. I don't know why but she was my first thought. My second was I wanted to see how long it would take for me to bleed her dry.
Standing up quickly I looked around the bedroom, knowing there was someone else there but paying them no attention. I placed my hand over my heart and felt the sticky wound that was there. Tracing my fingers over the bullet wound I hissed slightly with pain, and then did it again. It felt good, it gave me a charge.
At that moment, my hand over my heart, I realized something. I didn’t have a heartbeat. This struck me as odd until I realized I didn’t need to breathe anymore. I felt a small, almost cruel, smile cross my lips when I realized that I was a vampire.
How or why I was one confused me even more. But the lack of caring was overwhelming. What happened before I died flooded back to me. Willow and I were up here in her room, the next thing I know I'm shot.
I felt someone in the room and I looked over. Spike. He made me new. Gave me new life. The amusement that it would be called life even though your body is dead amused me. He was now my everything. I knew this without spoken or written words. He is the one that gave me this new world, new existence. I was now bound to him eternally. He was now my existence.
Walking over to him with grace I could only dream of as a mortal; I locked eyes with his and I reached up and touched his cheek as I smiled. I slowly reached down and ran my finger across the wound on his wrist. “Sire.”
[Open Sire...Spike]
"Oh, lark. Grant a sign if crook'd be Cupid's shaft.
Hark, the lark, her name it hath spake."
"My heart expands...'tis grown a bulge in it...inspired by your beauty, effulgent.”
I knew the voice but I couldn’t see the face, I could see as the man ran out of what looked to be a high class society party and out into the dark wet streets.
I watched like watching a movie as he staggers down the street in tears, ripping up his poems as he goes. He bumps into a passerby and drops the pages. "Watch where you're going!" He gathers up the torn sheets and makes his way toward a nearby alleyway.
The man is now sitting on a bale of hay and finishing the job of destroying his poetry. He looks up at the sound of a woman's voice to find a deathly beautiful stranger standing serenely in the dark alley with him.
"And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?"
"Nothing. I wish to be alone." He replies.
"Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory." She paused and looked at him closer. "That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head." He looks at her like she's out of her mind and steps back as his eyes dart around the alleyway.
"That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets." He speaks, his nervousness apparent. "You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you. "Don't need a purse." She points to his heart and head in succession. "Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and…imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine."
He looks at her with intrigue, unable to explain why she's able to see into him. "Oh, yes!" He catches himself caught in the moment and rechecks himself. "I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me."
"I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent." He looks at her again unable to believe the words she speaks.
"Effulgent." He repeats her word.
"Do you want it?"
"Oh, yes!" He reached out and touches her chest, caught up in the moment and not wanting to leave it. "God, yes." The woman’s face changes and he looks at her curiously, not afraid. She reaches up and sinks her fangs deep into his neck. His eyes go wide and he starts a small vein attempt to fight.
The scene went blank and I felt myself being pulled, my body becoming more aware of the surroundings. I could hear cars and I knew they were far away. I could hear footsteps of passers by but they were left totally unaware of what was going on.
I darted my eyes behind my eyelids franticly trying to figure out where I was or what happened. I felt strange, odd, different, I felt new.
I could feel a presence nearby and watching me. It didn’t speak but I knew it wanted me to open my eyes, to look at them.
I started to slowly move, feeling every inch of my body, every cell felt alive, the sharp smell of blood was all around me. Opening my eyes I sat up sharply, looking around for Willow. I don't know why but she was my first thought. My second was I wanted to see how long it would take for me to bleed her dry.
Standing up quickly I looked around the bedroom, knowing there was someone else there but paying them no attention. I placed my hand over my heart and felt the sticky wound that was there. Tracing my fingers over the bullet wound I hissed slightly with pain, and then did it again. It felt good, it gave me a charge.
At that moment, my hand over my heart, I realized something. I didn’t have a heartbeat. This struck me as odd until I realized I didn’t need to breathe anymore. I felt a small, almost cruel, smile cross my lips when I realized that I was a vampire.
How or why I was one confused me even more. But the lack of caring was overwhelming. What happened before I died flooded back to me. Willow and I were up here in her room, the next thing I know I'm shot.
I felt someone in the room and I looked over. Spike. He made me new. Gave me new life. The amusement that it would be called life even though your body is dead amused me. He was now my everything. I knew this without spoken or written words. He is the one that gave me this new world, new existence. I was now bound to him eternally. He was now my existence.
Walking over to him with grace I could only dream of as a mortal; I locked eyes with his and I reached up and touched his cheek as I smiled. I slowly reached down and ran my finger across the wound on his wrist. “Sire.”
[Open Sire...Spike]