A Little Closer to Hell
by The Brain
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I OWN YOU ALL!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! ALL OF YOU I SAY!!!! Um... sorry about that, malfunction while channeling Joss... Like his spirit which just possessed me said; Joss owns all. Oh yeah... and Videodrone owns the song Closer to Coma...
Teaser: A song-fic with dark overtones...kinda sad, involves character death.
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He stood in the cemetary, wondering if he had gone insane, he was a sitting duck for the slayers wrath... but for some reason he didn’t care.
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have you seen my sanity?
i seem to have left it at home
i feel pushed up against the wall
like some black flag song
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He looked down at the daisy that was litterally crushed in his grasp, it was so small, so delicate, it was the symbol for innocence, it was just like her. He looked up at the simple stone marker and the words carved upon it glared right back at him... Was this guilt he was feeling? Naaa... that was impossible, for he was a demon, and demons didn’t feel guilt, right?...
He remembered everything vividly, it was like a movie being played over and over behind his eyelids.
The Bronze was more crowded than usual, sweaty boidies packed in like sardines undulating to a pulsing beat, a huge mass of hormones together, engaged in a modern mating ritual. And there she was all alone sipping from a cup of tea, reading a novel, trying to ignore the urging of her friends. He threaded through the masses setting his eyes on her... she was the one.
It was too easy, hand over the mouth and then out the side door into the alley, that’s when he reconized her.
It was the bloody red-headed witch!
Her green eyes were round as saucers and quickly filling with tears, he uncovered her mouth and she let out a quiet sob. “Shhh...” he hushed her putting two fingers to her lips, his other hand smoothed her ruffled hair and then cupped her chin. Her tiny frame was quaking in fear of the inevitable.
She always knew she would die young, and being friends with the Slayer made it an unwanted, but undeniable fact. Her eyes lifted up to meet his hungry stare and she stammered in fear, “Oh, Goddess...” She halfheartedly batted at his chest knowing it wouldn’t do no good.
Spike was never the merciful killer, it was always blood and guts everywhere finished off with a bloody railroad spike through the heart but somehow her innocence touched his dead and unbeating heart. He leaned down and kissed her eyelids lightly while shifting to game face. The bite was gentle and slow and he held her form in his arms as her life drained away.
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oh and i try to wish it all away
everyday, a little closer, a little closer to hell
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He read the words on the gravestone slowly, over and over again, as if to permenatly brand the inscripture in his memory:
Willow Anne Rosenburg
1981-1999
A True Friend
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why am i so selfish?
i push away everyone who loves me
i don't want, want to be like this
i just want someone to hold me
why am i so childish?
it's because my mother never loved me
i don't want to be like this
i just want someone to hold me...
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Drusilla was just a memory, when he arrived in Brazil, highly anticipating the torture he was to inflict on her, she was gone, her whereabouts unknown, no note, no nothing. He was truly alone.
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hold on tight
everything will be alright
if i choose i...
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The earth in front of the gravestone was suddenly clawed away and Willow Rosenburg climbed out, she brushed some soil off her sundress nonchalantly and grinned at Spike her fangs glinting in the light of the moon. “Spike...” she called in a husky voice, “Willow’s ‘ungry, my tummys all growly.”
‘On second thought,’ Spike mused to himself, ‘I’m not so alone after all...’
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why am i so selfish?
i push away everyone who loves me
i don't want, want to be like this
i just want someone to hold me
why am i so childish?
it's because my mother never loved me
i don't want to be like this
i just want someone to hold me...
* * *
‘I’m such a selfish bastard... I love it’ Spike offered his arm to his new childe and they walked off away from the past to a new and bloody future.
* * *
i just want someone to hold me...hold me...
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