The Bronze was deserted, you’d think it was an abandoned building if you walked by it now. Except that it looked like one of those party streamer poppers exploded on the inside
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“Why all of a sudden, love? As far as I can figure the only things you lost was a family full of bastard rednecks and the idea that you might not be entirely human, which I s’pose to you is a good thing.”
Spike was right at what he was saying, I knew it but it just all felt off. Nothing felt right and I wasn't sure exactly how to put it. "Lost who I was." I whispered, looking down at my lap and fiddling with the hem of my skirt.
“Shouldn’t you be happily celebrating with Red and the scoobies? They all seemed pretty chuffed that it all worked out. Or was it just for show, they still angry about that bit of mojo you put on them?”
"I haven't...I haven't seen them. I don't...I don't know what's next from here. Decided to spend time alone..." I shifted awkwardly and tucked my hair behind my ear, looking back down at my lap. "Nothing...nothing feels right."
“That was nice, that was…real creative.”
"It was foolish." I murmured bitterly, sitting on the stool near the pool table and watching as Spike took yet another shot. I shouldn't be acting or speaking rude to Spike, he's been nice to me and his company isn't bad or unwelcome.
“Calm down, love,” I said taking another shot. “We all make mistakes. Done some stupid stuff myself when I was feeling…well you know.”
Why the hell was I telling her this? I mean, for one, what did I care? Yeah she was all right, probably liked her more than the rest of them and yeah, she looked down but I was still evil, chip or no chip, and I didn’t give a toss.
“Cheer up,” I suggested, taking another shot and missing the corner pocket. “Look, I missed it’s your turn now.”
I grabbed my bottle and sat down to watch her take her shot. Every time I stopped talking or stopped doing things though, my mind wandered and I started thinking about the dreams again. God, if only there was some way that I could just get rid of them, or the memory of them or…hey…
“Calm down, love...We all make mistakes. Done some stupid stuff myself when I was feeling…well you know.”
I listened as he spoke, my hands wrapped around the stick as I leaned my head against the side of it. I wondered why he was telling me all this, he was being more then just Spike he was being nice to me. It just felt strange.
“Cheer up...Look, I missed it’s your turn now.”
He made me smile inspite of my mood. "You did that intentionally." I smiled and stood up, chalking my cue and taking a shot at the ten ball, sinking it into the side pocket before walking over and reaching over the table to try and make another shot.
“So, you sworn off magic for good now, or…?”
Turning my head to him I looked at him questionably. "Umm no, why do you ask?" He shrugged and I took my shot, missing and walking back to the table and picking up my soda again. "I'm just...going to be more cautious from now on."
“No I bloody didn’t,” I muttered, annoyed. I bloody didn’t. Really… Anyway, she could think what she wanted if it made her happy, I was going to win anyway.
"Umm no, why do you ask? I'm just...going to be more cautious from now on."
That didn’t sound like a good thing, and it definitely didn’t sound like fun, but that was her problem if I could just get her to see it from my point of view. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I just wanted to get rid of these bloody dreams so I could get back to normal; hating the Slayer and wanting to kill her. Of course that’d be even more frustrating because I couldn’t kill her…maybe I should just stick with wanting to fuck her.
Oh for fucks sake, I just…
“So if a bloke was having…unwanted dreams,” I blurted out. “You could get rid of them with magic, yeah?”
How was I going to get her to do this without telling her what the problem was?
He got quiet and I felt myself blush, wondering if he was watching me every time I bent over the pool table. It made me uncomfortable but I knew that because of the chip he couldn't do anything if I didn't want it, which I didn't.
“So if a bloke was having…unwanted dreams...You could get rid of them with magic, yeah?”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, trying to meet his eyes but he kept darting them away from me. He was hiding something and that wasn't the total truth of his question. "W-well..." I brushed my hair from my face and looked over at him. "Depends, some...some things you really s-shouldn't supress..."
He looked wounded and frustrated for a moment and I quickly amended my words. "It...it just depends, but... in theory...it can be done." I looked over at him and waited till he looked at me. "Why?"
Spike was right at what he was saying, I knew it but it just all felt off. Nothing felt right and I wasn't sure exactly how to put it. "Lost who I was." I whispered, looking down at my lap and fiddling with the hem of my skirt.
“Shouldn’t you be happily celebrating with Red and the scoobies? They all seemed pretty chuffed that it all worked out. Or was it just for show, they still angry about that bit of mojo you put on them?”
"I haven't...I haven't seen them. I don't...I don't know what's next from here. Decided to spend time alone..." I shifted awkwardly and tucked my hair behind my ear, looking back down at my lap. "Nothing...nothing feels right."
“That was nice, that was…real creative.”
"It was foolish." I murmured bitterly, sitting on the stool near the pool table and watching as Spike took yet another shot. I shouldn't be acting or speaking rude to Spike, he's been nice to me and his company isn't bad or unwelcome.
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Why the hell was I telling her this? I mean, for one, what did I care? Yeah she was all right, probably liked her more than the rest of them and yeah, she looked down but I was still evil, chip or no chip, and I didn’t give a toss.
“Cheer up,” I suggested, taking another shot and missing the corner pocket. “Look, I missed it’s your turn now.”
I grabbed my bottle and sat down to watch her take her shot. Every time I stopped talking or stopped doing things though, my mind wandered and I started thinking about the dreams again. God, if only there was some way that I could just get rid of them, or the memory of them or…hey…
“So, you sworn off magic for good now, or…?”
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I listened as he spoke, my hands wrapped around the stick as I leaned my head against the side of it. I wondered why he was telling me all this, he was being more then just Spike he was being nice to me. It just felt strange.
“Cheer up...Look, I missed it’s your turn now.”
He made me smile inspite of my mood. "You did that intentionally." I smiled and stood up, chalking my cue and taking a shot at the ten ball, sinking it into the side pocket before walking over and reaching over the table to try and make another shot.
“So, you sworn off magic for good now, or…?”
Turning my head to him I looked at him questionably. "Umm no, why do you ask?" He shrugged and I took my shot, missing and walking back to the table and picking up my soda again. "I'm just...going to be more cautious from now on."
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“No I bloody didn’t,” I muttered, annoyed. I bloody didn’t. Really… Anyway, she could think what she wanted if it made her happy, I was going to win anyway.
"Umm no, why do you ask? I'm just...going to be more cautious from now on."
That didn’t sound like a good thing, and it definitely didn’t sound like fun, but that was her problem if I could just get her to see it from my point of view. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I just wanted to get rid of these bloody dreams so I could get back to normal; hating the Slayer and wanting to kill her. Of course that’d be even more frustrating because I couldn’t kill her…maybe I should just stick with wanting to fuck her.
Oh for fucks sake, I just…
“So if a bloke was having…unwanted dreams,” I blurted out. “You could get rid of them with magic, yeah?”
How was I going to get her to do this without telling her what the problem was?
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“So if a bloke was having…unwanted dreams...You could get rid of them with magic, yeah?”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, trying to meet his eyes but he kept darting them away from me. He was hiding something and that wasn't the total truth of his question. "W-well..." I brushed my hair from my face and looked over at him. "Depends, some...some things you really s-shouldn't supress..."
He looked wounded and frustrated for a moment and I quickly amended my words. "It...it just depends, but... in theory...it can be done." I looked over at him and waited till he looked at me. "Why?"
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