Through the Flames
Title: Through the Flames
Author: maryfic
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Spike
Warnings: Hints of slash. Again. Sorry..er, wait, I'm not. ;)
Prompt: #005 - Hot
Word Count: 268
A/N: Once again, I start to write a drabble and it ends up in a completely different place. WTF.
Spike had felt many types of heat since he had died and woken up a vampire. The heat of sex, sticky hot artificially created between two cold bodies. The heat of a human, dying in his arms to feed his lusts, the sweet hot rush of blood filling his belly and his brain.
The heat of fires as China burned during the Boxer Rebellion, when he’d killed his first Slayer and known pride from Angelus for the first time.
The heat of anger, of betrayal when Drusilla broke his heart for the first time, not to be the last; but that first time hurt more than anything he’d ever felt before, even death.
The church, paralyzed and trapped under that bloody organ as the holy place burned around them, Dru carrying him out with her newly regained strength. That was pretty intense, he’d feared for his unlife for a moment.
But this, sacrifice, love, letting the Powers burn him from the inside out to save her, them, all of them. Knowing that this was truly the last time he would ever feel anything at all, and having her say those words to him, the ones he’d been longing for since before she leaped through that portal.
But then, at the very end, when the fire was eating him from the inside out, the words didn’t matter. He knew, once and for all, that he was worth something. No matter what anyone said. He was the champion here. The one who had walked through the flames for her. For all of them. Bloody Christ, it was hot down here.
END.
Author: maryfic
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Spike
Warnings: Hints of slash. Again. Sorry..er, wait, I'm not. ;)
Prompt: #005 - Hot
Word Count: 268
A/N: Once again, I start to write a drabble and it ends up in a completely different place. WTF.
Spike had felt many types of heat since he had died and woken up a vampire. The heat of sex, sticky hot artificially created between two cold bodies. The heat of a human, dying in his arms to feed his lusts, the sweet hot rush of blood filling his belly and his brain.
The heat of fires as China burned during the Boxer Rebellion, when he’d killed his first Slayer and known pride from Angelus for the first time.
The heat of anger, of betrayal when Drusilla broke his heart for the first time, not to be the last; but that first time hurt more than anything he’d ever felt before, even death.
The church, paralyzed and trapped under that bloody organ as the holy place burned around them, Dru carrying him out with her newly regained strength. That was pretty intense, he’d feared for his unlife for a moment.
But this, sacrifice, love, letting the Powers burn him from the inside out to save her, them, all of them. Knowing that this was truly the last time he would ever feel anything at all, and having her say those words to him, the ones he’d been longing for since before she leaped through that portal.
But then, at the very end, when the fire was eating him from the inside out, the words didn’t matter. He knew, once and for all, that he was worth something. No matter what anyone said. He was the champion here. The one who had walked through the flames for her. For all of them. Bloody Christ, it was hot down here.
END.