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[captainjhart]

Who: John & Spike
What: A Confrontation WARNING: OKAY GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND DEATH AND STUFF OKAY
When: Directly after thisWhere: Spike's room

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[rockthisbig]

Spike stumbled to the door, bottle of bourbon sloshing in his hand. "What do you want from me?" He threw the bottle down. "See, and now, you made me ruin the rest of my booze. That's ALL I had, and I'm not going to let anyone see me like this okay? I'm going out with some dignity." Well, not really. But more than he would if he walked down there as disheveled, tear-soaked and pathetic as he was now.

He'd lost everyone he'd ever cared about. About the only thing, really, he seemed to have a talent for. Destroying his relationships with the people he loved, and of course, killing other peoples' loved ones, but the latter had been easier to give up when he got his soul.

"Just...aim high, okay? Plaster the walls with my brain, and then all your troubles'll be over. Won't be dead, so I can't come back, but a bloke can't exactly function without a brain, either." Or think, or feel for that matter.

Certainly can't shag someone while on a truth spell high, or leave him alone and miserable afterward, or care."What're you waiting for? Pull

[captainjhart]

John wasn't expecting to see Spike looking as destroyed as he was himself. "Not fair you started on the drinking early. Should have saved some for me." he said in a dead sounding voice. "Serves you right."

He held the gun pointed at Spike's head, finger resting on the trigger, but not pulling it yet.

"And why would I do that? What could possibly make me want to shoot that man I l... love, eh?" He stepped forward pressing the gun to Spike's forehead. "What could you possibly have done, Spike?" He grabbed Spike by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a rough kiss. Then he smashed him across the face with the gun.

He laughed between sobs, "See mate? I don't actually want to hurt you. That's the thing. But you haven't really left me any choice, now, have you?" He leveled the gun at Spike's head again.

"You sodding kissed me. Told me you wanted to be with me. And bloody well ended up one of the best shags of my life." He lost control for a minute and fired a bullet into Spike's chest. He laughed maniacally. "And

[rockthisbig]

Spike regained his balance from the force of the bullet, and put a hand to his chest, wincing in pain.

"You missed," he spat. "And for the last sodding time, you can't kill me with one of those." His chest was burning, screaming, the pain was even more intense than the last time the crazy sonofabitch had shot him. The other hand he brought to his face, prodding gently at where he'd been hit with the gun.

"Just get this over with." But if John was anything like he was without a soul, and that was all too apparent, this was going to take a long, long time.

[captainjhart]

John shook his head. "Didn't miss. Was just looking to cause some pain, which it seems like I've succeeded in doing." He smiled brightly and cocked his head. "Guess some things are going my way tonight."

He sniffed a few more times as the tears stopped coming. He was always deadly cool during a kill. "I don't have to, y'know? It doesn't have to end like this. Here's your chance, mate! Go on, tell me it was all true. Everything. Every sodding thing. TELL ME." he screamed.

He brought the gun back to Spike's head, aiming right for the center. "Say it." he begged. "Say you'll stay with me, and I won't do it."