Spike

While Buffy was out, I did what I always did, went to the bar. What? Can’t a vampire go and get a nice ‘n tall drink of something that burns down his throat? ‘Course he can. Of course it was more interestin’ when there was someone there to hang out with. Everyone seems so damn busy, what with savin’ the world, or savin’ people, or … doing things, having hobbies, boyfriends, girlfriends, jobs, errands, annoyin’ roommates, children, ect, ect. Good ole Spike though, yeah, I have a job, have a girl, s’all I need for the ‘mo. But, alls I’m sayin’ is that it would be nice to hang with someone once in awhile. Usually, Alec is here to do some shots with me, but he’s off … don’t much know. Angel? Yeah, my beggin’ days are over. cough.

A few hours after I started drinkin’ myself into a tizzy, I finally got up to go because to be honest, I would like to spend some time with the love of my life before I pass out cold until the next afternoon. Pullin’ out my wallet, I left a few bills on the table before headin’ toward the exit and I grinned and shook my head.

“You’re already late, mate, already goin’ home,” I said soundly, but Alec just walked right on passed me. Prick he is. I frowned and turned around, watchin’ as Alec just mosey’d on up and sat down at the bar, close to where I was sittin’, usually where we sat. I stood there for a moment, tryin’ to think of what I could possibly do like some nancy boy pathetic toot before I finally shook my head and walked over.

“Oh, you think you’re high and mighty do you?” I said and sat down next to him.

“Uh, do I know you, pal?” Alec said and it took me a moment. That wasn’t Alec. In fact, it was .. an older version of him, if that was even possible. Only by a few years.

“Bloody hell,” I sighed and shook my head.

Too much of that goin’ around in this town, I’ll let you know. Wasn’t even goin’ to say anything about it. Didn’t much care to be honest.

“Right then, my mistake,” I nodded.

“Sure, uh, anytime,” he said, just as confused as I was and raised his beer to me. Polite bloke he was at least.

“Yeah, right then,” I said before headin’ home.

When I walked into the house, I looked around for Buffy and ended up findin’ her upstairs.

“You’ll never guess what I saw tonight.”

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If my life was a story, how would I write the final chapter? There have been so many endings to my life and for some soddin’ reason, I keep on comin’ back. Perhaps this world isn’t too keen on seeing me gone for good, which I’m grateful for. The last chapter of my breathing life, I guess I should call it, or rather, the life of William, would end with me wanting my life to be over. No – not that. I was too afraid. What I wanted was to be important. To have people listen to me and see me and think that I was in fact important. I died and turned into a monster that people were afraid of and it felt bloody good. I was on top now, or rather then. When Dru left, that was another final chapter that would have been written. Didn’t quite know what to do when she left, I was rather lost. Mopin’ around and such. Couldn’t help it, loves bitch and all that rot. Perhaps I’d write about the fact that well, I was lost and didn’t know what to do without her because she was the one who gave me life. I was nothing until I met her and now I didn’t know which way to turn. When Buffy died – everything around me just went to hell. Literally. Nobody was the same anymore and it felt as if it took eternity to get back on track. When she died, everything inside of me shut down, ‘course, I had to take care of the Niblet, which is what I wanted to do anyway, as it was only fitting to do so. When Sunnydale went under, that was a final chapter that was meant to close and stay closed. I was willing to be the champion that Buffy wanted and needed and go down with Sunnydale like a true hero. It was my moment and my time and as much as I hated being brought back, ‘specially as a ghosty, I’m grateful because if I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be where I’m at right now and that’s with my lady love, in love and happy. I don’t know what the future is going to bring, but the final chapter of my life would be … honestly, what I’d want is watching Buffy die in her old age… and me walkin’ into the sunshine and joining her. Couldn’t exactly find anything else that would be fitting.

I could turn her, but eh, that can never be good.

From this prompt, here.
Set after 'The Blizzard of LA'

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(open to the lady love!)

[Locked against everyone]

What makes my soddin’ life complicated? Sorry to stress this, yet again, but CORDELIA. Bint likes to ruin my unlife as if she doesn’t have a life of her own! Of course, when Buffy’s around, she’s alright, but when it’s just me and her, she nits and picks at me like I’m her personal slave. That night when we got drunk when Buffy was out of town, I should have just drowned her, she wouldn’t have felt a thing, she was so out of her soddin’ mind. But, no, I didn’t, soddin’ soul. Wouldn’t want that on me, she wasn’t worth it, but she still gets on my nerves.

Don’t even get me started on Ralphie.

Okay, so the dog is okay. He’s growin’ on me, or has been for awhile. Perhaps, I just need somethin’ else to complain about considerin’ I’m good at it.

I still haven’t gotten the nail polish out of my coat, too afraid I’d ruin it more by puttin’ stuff on it, so it just sits there, layin’ on the chair in mine and Buffy’s room and everynight I look at the blasted thing and mourn. Mourn the death of my coat.

Course, the lot of you probably think it’s not a big deal, but it’s my DAMN SODDIN’ COAT! She ruined it. That deserves at least a punch in the face, yeah? But, no. I can’t touch her. Buffy’d kill me, she would, so instead, I smile and nod like a complete and total idiot to her until Buffy leaves and then I can go back to being a bitch that she is toward me.

When will she move out? Oh, I don’t know, apparently she’s going to be there for awhile.

Fuck me. *grumbles*

[unlock]

It’s been the end of the world a few times since I came to Sunnydale, funny that. First time, it was the big Poof’s fault. Wanting to end the world and all that rot and for what? To prove he’s a complete and utter moron? Apparently. He was evil (or so he says), and to be honest, had a lot of power, but he just wanted to throw it all away and suck it all into hell. Dumb ass.

Then there was Glory. Oh, what a bitch she was. Super, strong bitch too. Nearly killed me, she did, with her soddin’ fingers! Lookin’ for her key and well, that was Dawn. Dawn was the one that she wanted and I wasn’t lettin’ her know anything. She could do whatever she wanted with me, but she wasn’t getting’ to the Bit. I remember that night, the emotions that were goin’ around, the fight that we put up when we left town and when we came back – we had no choice, we had to fight. That’s what we do. That and she had Dawn, slicin’ her up and openin’ up the gates of hell or some sot. I made a promise to Buffy that night. “’til the end of the world.” I’d do anything, I did anything, I tried and I couldn’t …

Then there was the First. Right bastard he was, it was, whatever it was. That’s the bugger that did ole Spikey in. Fought to the end and had a feelin’ of what was goin’ to happen. I remember the night before, the night that Buffy came down to the basement. We talked, barely, but after that … I just knew it was my last. My last everything. She chose me and I had a purpose. Bein’ a champion. Yeah, it sucked, obviously, but I’d do it again because that’s how much I knew that’s what I needed to do. I could have been selfish, left, did whatever, let someone else do it (Angel), but I didn’t. I wanted to. I wanted to mean somethin’, do somethin’ worthy for her.

So, if it’s the end of the world again, I’d fight, I’d die, I’d do anything it took to save it. I kinda like this world, more so now, apparently.

( locked )

Spike - a gallon of intelligence - 1 1/2 cups of confidence - a teaspoon of charm Combine all stirring until smooth.

'What is your personality recipe?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Buffy,

Obviously, this is a letter that I would never send to you, just because I wouldn't want to dig up old memories and be hurtin' all over again. I don't know what I really want to say, or how to get the words out - which is a shame considerin', but ... right. I love you. So much and I don't think I've ever loved anyone quite like I love you. You are everything to me and even though I piss you off occasionally, doesn't change anything. People make such a fuss and tease and call me your bitch, but ... they're right. I am. I'd do anything for you. Anything. There's nothin' I wouldn't do to make you happy.

For everything that's happened in the past love, and you know what I'm talkin' about ...

I'm sorry. For all of it. I never wanted to be that kind of monster to you.

Well, maybe when I first met you ... and a few years after that, but I would never ... I just wish that you could know that. I'm not perfect, but I'm tryin' so hard to be the kind of man that you want. I know I mess up and all I can do is try, pet.

I love you and I'm sorry.

Oh and on another note, love ...

Can we PLEASE kick Cordelia out. I'm rightly tired of her. She's annoying, more so than I AM!

Spike

PS: She can take that soddin' dog with her!

( It's time to take back this house. )

The perfect life. Everyone wants that, most don’t get it and I have to say, even though it might not be so perfect to others, I for the most part, have the perfect life. Yeah yeah, I’m a vampire, I can’t be normal, but then again, who is. I have my lady love, we are together and happy and all of that mushy rot. Yeah, things get heated and we fight, but that’s the most fun part about it all. I have a job that I like. Yes, I get beat up by slayers all day. Not everyone else’s cuppa, but for me? Best job in the soddin’ world! I uh, have an endless supply of blood. The good kind if I’m a good boy. The only thing that I would change and add to this perfect life is for me to be able to walk out on the beach with Buffy during the day and be in the sunshine with her. I do however, watch her from the glass sometimes, hovered up in a curtain and just watch her. Most beautiful thing in the world. So yeah, perfect would be to be out there with her, everyday for as long as I live … er … you know what I mean.

My daily routine is simple.

First, I wake up. Depending on if Buffy’s still in bed or not is the factor on which I get a shag in the morning. If she’s there, I do. If she’s not, then … better luck for that night. After that, I go back to sleep. After a few more hours, I wake up again, get up, go to the kitchen, get a cuppa and drink it as I sit on the couch and turn on Soap Net. By that time, all those teeny bopper drama’s are on. They’re quite fascinating. I’m really rooting for Summer and Seth on that OC show or whatever it’s called. After I watch the telly, I get up and get cleaned up, get dressed and remember that I have a job to go to, which I’m perfectly late for because I have to travel without getting burned up by the sun, which takes me a little longer. Once I get to work, I’m told that once again I’m late in which I give them the two finger salute and go on with my day of getting hit by Slayers, which only amps me up for that night when I go home to my Slayer. After I piss and moan all day, just to piss them off, I get home and meet Buffy who’s probably eating some tv dinner because the girl hasn’t quite mastered how to use an oven. Which is fine. I’m sure those cookbooks that I’m going to be getting her will come in handy. I wait until she’s done eating, not exactly patiently, but I do wait and once she’s done, I’m on her. I won’t go into details, but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. After that, we sometimes go slaying, so sit around and snark or talk about other people. Some nights, I leave her so she can have her alone time (which I realllly hate – but give her anyway) and I go to the bar and get into mischief. Which is fun for the most part. Once I’m home though, I grab her up and over my shoulders and take her up to bed. The next day, I start it all over again.



Of course, I am mostly talking out of my arse, but for the most part, this is somewhat what it is like, if you were ever so curious.

“Give me another,” I muttered and passed the shot glass back to the barkeep, only to change my mind and get a whole damn bottle for me self. Grabbin’ the bottle, I got up and snatched up the shot glass that I had scooted over and took it with me to a booth in the back. Night after night I find myself here at this soddin’ bar. Perhaps it’s just habit. I have no fucking clue. Buffy doesn’t bitch about it and if she does, then she doesn’t bitch about it to me. Sometimes, I ask her to go with me, but I’m alone now, so that would tell anyone how that goes. She’s off, savin’ idiotic people who walk the streets at night. Didn’t their mums ever tell them to stay inside after dark? My mum did, look where that got me. Right.

Pourin’ another shot after I slumped myself in the booth, I grabbed the shot glass and shot it back, lettin’ the liquor burn down my throat. Lovely feeling it is. Comfort knowin’ there’s small things in this world that make me like it. ‘Course, Buffy comin’ first and all.

The door opened to the bar and a familiar talk dark and forehead came billowin’ through it. Well, isn’t that wonderful. There just went my night. Last time I saw him – well … right. Don’t much want to think about it, nor do I want to bring it up. His eyes scanned the bar, sure he felt me here too because when his eyes settled on mine, he wasn’t surprised. He expected it.

He came walkin’ over and sat up a bit and pushed over the bottle as he sat down.

“Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, mate?” I asked him and raised my eyebrow. Not that it was the wrong side, it was just … my side. Beach side, I guess you could say. Where Buffy and I lived, away from the city. Some such. Who gave a rot?

“What brings you over here?”

(open to Angel who wants to get into mischief with Spike because it’s fun.)

HAHA, locked from EVERYONE OMG.

( Bloody AWFUL Poetry ... shove off.  )

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

Nothing.

( Locked from Buffy )

Happy Valentines Day, Love.

I love you.

“Soddin’ dog,” I muttered and glanced down at Ralphie as I held onto his leash so he can do his … business. Buffy was inside, gettin’ things ready for when Angel and the kids to come over. Hard times it was, fact that Faith killed Harry and such, even though she was possessed. Guess it’s better for her to be like that than … just being her and kill Harry. I scratched my noggin’ at that before lookin’ at Ralphie again.

“Do your business so we can get inside!”

Ten minutes later, we were inside and I watched Buffy moving’ around the house, gettin’ things in order for … Angel? Rolled my eyes at that. Felt badly for the wanker, I did, but her cleanin’ and what not for the guy … Who the hell cared? My house and all, it can be how it is, which to be honest, wasn’t even that messy come to think of it. Oh well, can’t much tell her what to do, she’s goin’ to do what she wants regardless.

Walkin’ to the kitchen, I got me a mug that ironically said Wolfram and Hart on it and got me a bag ‘o blood. Pourin’ it in, I tossed the plastic away and stuck the mug in the microwave. Heard Buffy walkin’ in and I leaned against the counter top as I watched her, not much sayin’ anything. I was still worried about this Sophia thing, but now with Faith and Harry and Angel – it wasn’t that important as of right now.

Got me mug out of the machine just as the doorbell rang.

“This is gonna be interestin’, yeah?” I said quietly after takin’ a sip and pushin’ myself away from the counter. I headed toward the door and opened it, seein’ Angel there. Didn’t say anything to him, just moved out of the way, lettin’ him in before shuttin’ the door.

“Want a drink?” I asked him and didn’t wait for his answer, went ahead and went to the kitchen, pourin’ him a glass of whiskey and bringin’ it out to him. I glanced out the window, seein’ Connor and the kids on the beach. Shame it was, all of this. Sittin’ down on the couch, we just all sat in silence for what seemed like hours.

(a few hours later – open to Buffy, Angel and whoever else is at the Casa de Spuff)