I sat there watching Spike move about in the kitchen. He had taken a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass, which sort of surprised me. What was the glass for? As much as I hated the idiot, I knew him. And it was vice-versa. Hell, we’d spent the better part of some decades with each other, tearing to pieces the old world. Nowadays we would have rather wanted to see the other torn to pieces. We were bitter rivals and yet there was a kindred connection between us. As much as I hated the bastard there was still some respect. Just a little.
From out of the bathroom I heard Buffy’s voice using her motherly tone that she perfected with Dawn on us. She was probably expecting piles of dust on the floor when she exited the bathroom. But I was too tired and too wearily annoyed to fight or argue. My mind was wandering about. I quietly thought about her. God she was beautiful. Since the moment I had laid eyes on her, I felt something inside me. It was a gut-twisting, mind-numbing, soul-connecting feeling. That very moment when she stood in that bathroom staring into the mirror, listening to the hell that her mother and father were going through. I was there outside like some disgusting stalker. I watched those tears roll down her face. For that very moment I saw vulnerability and an opening to her soul. It may sound so corny but it’s just how I felt. It was a life-altering moment. She was so beautiful, beyond what I could have ever imagined, what anyone could imagine. At that moment I wanted to help her. I wanted to be a part of her life and to feel that feeling that she gave me every single time that I was with her.
Buffy saved me from a life living in sewers and scouring the ground for rats and other dirty-ridden rodents. In essence, she made me who I was today. Wow, did all that sound like some super-dramatic boring movie all of a sudden? My thoughts got the best of me sometimes.
Bringing myself back into reality, my nostrils noticed the faintest aroma of Vanilla Orchids. Now funny that something as beautiful as that was somewhere lying in this dump. My eyes moved back to Mr. Toxic. Or should I say Mr. Romantic. He had something planned for Buffy. It was not something that I liked nor did I want to think about. I guess I’m just glad I came a long.
But the powerful whiff of Jack Daniels overpowered the flowers and all other existing romantic scenarios of Buffy and Spike together. Standing up, I moved towards Spike and grabbed myself a glass of my own.
If you can’t stake’em, might as well drink with’em.
“ Always had good taste in booze, Spike.” I said as I waited to get myself a pour of JD.
That was until I heard a loud thud in the bathroom. My eyes shifted towards the bathroom door. Moving toward the door, I knocked, nearing my ear to the door. No answer. After a few more knocks and a few more non-replying answers, I got worried.
“ Buffy?” With some brute force, I pushed the door open and there I found her on the floor.
Moving to her side, I checked her breathing. It was shallow but she was still there. I called out to the only other soul in the room.
From out of the bathroom I heard Buffy’s voice using her motherly tone that she perfected with Dawn on us. She was probably expecting piles of dust on the floor when she exited the bathroom. But I was too tired and too wearily annoyed to fight or argue. My mind was wandering about. I quietly thought about her. God she was beautiful. Since the moment I had laid eyes on her, I felt something inside me. It was a gut-twisting, mind-numbing, soul-connecting feeling. That very moment when she stood in that bathroom staring into the mirror, listening to the hell that her mother and father were going through. I was there outside like some disgusting stalker. I watched those tears roll down her face. For that very moment I saw vulnerability and an opening to her soul. It may sound so corny but it’s just how I felt. It was a life-altering moment. She was so beautiful, beyond what I could have ever imagined, what anyone could imagine. At that moment I wanted to help her. I wanted to be a part of her life and to feel that feeling that she gave me every single time that I was with her.
Buffy saved me from a life living in sewers and scouring the ground for rats and other dirty-ridden rodents. In essence, she made me who I was today. Wow, did all that sound like some super-dramatic boring movie all of a sudden? My thoughts got the best of me sometimes.
Bringing myself back into reality, my nostrils noticed the faintest aroma of Vanilla Orchids. Now funny that something as beautiful as that was somewhere lying in this dump. My eyes moved back to Mr. Toxic. Or should I say Mr. Romantic. He had something planned for Buffy. It was not something that I liked nor did I want to think about. I guess I’m just glad I came a long.
But the powerful whiff of Jack Daniels overpowered the flowers and all other existing romantic scenarios of Buffy and Spike together. Standing up, I moved towards Spike and grabbed myself a glass of my own.
If you can’t stake’em, might as well drink with’em.
“ Always had good taste in booze, Spike.” I said as I waited to get myself a pour of JD.
That was until I heard a loud thud in the bathroom. My eyes shifted towards the bathroom door. Moving toward the door, I knocked, nearing my ear to the door. No answer. After a few more knocks and a few more non-replying answers, I got worried.
“ Buffy?” With some brute force, I pushed the door open and there I found her on the floor.
Moving to her side, I checked her breathing. It was shallow but she was still there. I called out to the only other soul in the room.
“ Something’s wrong with her.”
Obviously.
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