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Mailbox!
This is Spike's mailbox. -
[For Buffy]
Spike wasn't sure how many days had passed since he'd stabbed Drusilla through the heart, since he'd killed her and buried her in the cold, unforgiving ground, sealing her away from her stars forever. Two days? Three, maybe? He could still feel her body going cold against his, remember the smell of her blood as it soaked her dress, the ground at ( Read more... ) -
[For Xander]New Years Eve, cont.
Continued from here.Not only was that just what Spike wants to hear, it was said in such a way that made his chest tighten, made him want to pull Xander hard against him and not let go. "Let's go, then," he whispers, not trusting his voice to be steady at any louder volume ( Read more... ) -
[For Xander] A new arrival.
Most nights, by now Spike would be settled in his cave, letting the fire he lit most nights die slowly and having one last smoke before bed. But tonight he was wide awake, the fire unlit, standing at the mouth of the cave and looking out into the nearby trees as he smoked and thought ( Read more... ) -
[For Xander]
Spike quite liked his cave. It was sort of like his crypt back home, all cold stone, and because of that it stayed cool most days. Course, on days like today that was less of a selling point, but it was out of the elements, and with a little preparation weathering the cold in it wasn't so terrible either, as he'd long ago discovered. So when the ( Read more... ) -
[For Clark and Xander] It's only awkward when you get caught.
Spike leant against the tree, smoking his fifth or sixth consecutive cigarette and watching the door of Xander's hut as the brightness of the day faded toward dusk. He was starting to learn Xander's routine, but he hadn't been at this long enough to be able to account for every minute--yet ( Read more... ) -
[For Jack]Want, take, have.
When Spike had heard that Trance and Xander were going to that stupid masked ball together it had bothered him more than he would have liked. It wasn't like he had any claim on Trance any more, right? She could bloody well go with half the island if she wanted to. But that it was Xander stung a bit more than if it had been some random face in the ( Read more... ) -
[For Xander and Abby] You're going to look FABULOUS!
Spike had given Xander all of a day's warning. "Tomorrow," he'd warned him at breakfast the day before, "you're mine." The answering squeak followed by Xander choking on whatever he'd just taken a bite of was plenty rewarding in and of itself, without today to look forward to ( Read more... ) -
[For Trance]
He had the image back again; the hair, the duster, a fag when he wanted it (which wasn't too often, bloody cloves were even harder to smoke with mortal lungs), the boots and the skintight t-shirt. There was only problem with it all. It was bloody hot wearing the duster round all day long ( Read more... ) -
It's all fun and games until Spike spends a few days as a sodding bunny.
Spike hadn't seen Xander since that damned bunny episode. It was probably good for Xander that he hadn't, but the little Slayerette couldn't hide from him forever. And when he found him, he'd...well. He wasn't sure just what he would do, but he'd make Harris pay. Somehow ( Read more... )