Greeting the Sun
prompt: 036. Death
progress: 24/100
word count: 300
This was the end. He'd be damned before he'd let the nasty white coats get satisfaction from watching him die a slow death from starvation. Gits probably had cameras and such spying on him. They were everywhere he went.
Almost got him when he'd gone after the witch, hadn't they?
She would have been so sweet, too! Nice healthy dose of fear on her. Not too much, just enough to give a spicy tinge to her already alluring natural aroma. But he hadn't been able to do her. Or anyone else for that matter.
So here he was, sitting in the graveyard, waiting to greet the sun and all he could think about was the one that got away.
Natural enough he supposed. Bloody hell, he'd have done anything to get a taste of that one. Hell, he'd even help the slayer if it got him close enough to–
And she'd have to pay him, wouldn't she? Pay him in blood.
No, she'd never go for it, she'd stake him on sight.
But the watcher wouldn't. Especially if Red was there to assure the old sod that he'd lost his bite.
The calendar on her desk said 'Thanksgiving - dinner at Giles' and today was Thanksgiving, he thought. He wasn't sure, it not being a proper English holiday - and why was the watcher celebrating a colonial holiday anyway? Bloody ex-pat! But today was Thursday, or would be once the sun rose, and the barmy 'Stuff Yourself with a Dead Bird' holiday was on a Thursday, he was sure of it.
He dropped the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels to the ground to roll around with the others he'd emptied tonight. Staggering to his feet, he went off to find a telephone directory.
Now what was that soddin' watcher's first name?
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Soon
Prompt: 079. Lover
Progress: 13/100
Word Count: 107
The big blue eyes had been talking to her for weeks now. Promising things.
The mouth and breath that continually whispered "I want you," had been tempting her for days.
But the hands that held her now were sure and strong and... somehow desperate - for her.
No one had ever been desperate for her before, not even Oz. Oz was as dispassionate as they come.
But as the dust of the vampire Spike had staked settled around her, as she felt his fingers digging into her back and waist, making sure she was all right, making sure she was alive - she knew she'd give in.
And soon.
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Lost in You
Prompt: 019. Fight
Progress: 14/100
Word Count: 100
"Fight me off, dammit!"
"What?"
"Luv, I'm so bloody wrong for you. This isn't going to lead anywhere good, it can't. But I can't soddin' stop myself, so you'll have to do it for me-"
"You - you want me to-"
"No, Luv, please. Don't cry, I can't stand your tears. I just - I can't resist you... and I should be able to - shouldn't I?"
"Spike, I don't understand what you - for weeks you've been... I thought you wanted... you saved me from... and all I can think about is you and-"
His kiss cut her off and their affair began.
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In Time
Prompt: 043. Time
Progress: 27/100
Word Count: 109
His naked hips slowly grind into hers, making her body ready for him.
He's on top, something she thinks will always be so, but she doesn't know him that well yet. Doesn't know that as much as he needs to be in control, part of him longs for the day when she'll find the courage to push him down and climb on top.
He is the perfect example of a dominant submissive, someone who can give and take with equal enthusiasm; and find just as much fulfillment in both. His wants, his needs, she doesn't know them yet, but she will.
Oh yes, she'll learn them all - in time.
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Weapons of Destruction
Prompt: 050. Weapons
Progress: 6/100
Word Count: 759
Willow watched him. Of course she did, she always had. Even before.
But now he was free. Free from the joke of a prison they had constructed for him in the Watcher's bathtub. Of course he hadn't escaped, where was he to go? He had come to them, after all.
He had to no way to feed, no way to eat, no way to survive - no way that he knew. Lust, hunt, kill - that was the routine; that was his life. The only life he had known for so long he had no idea how do anything else. He'd tried to feed off rats, he'd even drained a cat. He'd never do that again. Hell, he'd rather eat Xander than that acerbic Siamese. The pain had still been there when he killed the animals, though. Less, but still there.
And that had led him here. To living a cozy life full of free blood and Weetabix. A soft couch to sleep on every night of the week and telly to his heart's content.
But he hadn't forgotten about the chip. How could he? It twinged every time he looked at the Slayer. Every time the Boy Wonder made a joke at his expense. Every time Rupert offered to pay him if he'd go to Willy's and be their spy.
His greatest weapon was gone and so he had to find a new life - for the time being. A new purpose, until his original one was rightfully restored to him.
He'd spent his time in the hated porcelain prison considering his options. He wasn't going to turn into a soddin' white hat like the poof. He'd rather starve, slowly withering away to dust. But compromises would have to be made, he realised.
As the days wore on and his life became comfortable, his new purpose became glaringly obvious. What were vampires after all, but creatures of blood and lust?
His greatest weapon was gone, but that didn't mean he was unarmed. He still had a vast arsenal at his disposal. And he had the experience to know how to use them.
He began by inches. Watching her when she wasn't looking, making sure she felt his stare, making sure he looked away before she turned. Making sure the Watcher bought the Evian water she liked and making sure it was nice and cold, setting it on the table she used for her computer before she arrived.
One day she wore a short skirt with striped tights and he let her catch him staring at her legs. After that, she wore more short skirts than the god-awful long ones she'd been favoring.
He brought out his most devastating weapons then. Soft eyes. The slow lowering of his lashes. Tongue brushing against his lips as he watched her. Glancing up at her from beneath hooded eyes. Curling his tongue behind his teeth whenever she was forced to speak to him. Fingertips brushing the back of her knee when he sat next to her on the couch. Breath on the back of her neck when he'd bring her a book. Whispers to pass him the next volume a little too close to her ear.
He talked Rupert into coercing him to patrol with them all, letting the man pay him in whiskey and cigarettes for teaching a little self-defense to the peanut gallery. He watched them all, but her most of all and let her catch him at it. He sat back and let them fumble with a nest of vamps until one got by the Slayer and followed his nose to the red-headed aphrodisiac. He was there in an instant and foul grey dust settled around her as she stared at him in wide-eyed innocent awe.
It was ridiculously easy after that.
And now, weeks later, his greatest weapons were being put to use. The weapons that made her hate herself for making her way to his crypt. The weapons that made her eyes fill with fear every time he walked into a Scooby meeting, afraid he'd say something she wouldn't be able to reasonably explain. The weapons that made her claw at his back and scream his name and say words she couldn't possibly mean.
Words that had him laying here in the daylight when he should be asleep. Laying here staring at the ceiling and smoking one fag after another.
Words echoing in his mind, words that had him crying out her name as he came in his hand.
I love you.
He'd underestimated her.
She has a weapon too.
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Not A Hero
Prompt: 088. Villain
Progress: 12/100
Word Count: 100
She couldn't love him; it wasn't possible. Those words she'd whispered had been a mistake, some young girl's fancy to justify what they'd been doing.
It was a game, didn't she know that?
Something to do to pass the time until he could be whole again?
Didn't she realise that he was a demon? This whole thing was simply hero worship because he'd saved her life.
Yeah, she was a good shag. Bloody good. Fantastic even. Made him feel... things he thought he oughtn't.
Why couldn't she see that he wasn't the hero of the piece? He was the villain.
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A Distraction
prompt 011. Jealousy
progess: 23/100
word count: 308
He knew it would happen eventually; his luck just wasn't this good normally.
The Return of Dogboy - a bloody horror picture to be sure. Or it would be soon. If he didn't stop sniffing around Spike's property like that.
Wolf knew something was up; he wasn't stupid, Spike would give him that. But he didn't know what yet. It wasn't just that her smell was off; she was acting like she'd been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. He sat back and smirked, remembering that he'd been the one with his hands in her pretty cookie jar last night - not Dogboy.
Wolf was pressing her to meet him tonight, go for coffee, go for a walk. She kept looking nervously around, not wanting to look at the pup, trying to look at Spike but then again, trying not to.
Wouldn't do for her to give their secrets away. She was an enchanting distraction, to be sure, but she wasn't worth getting staked over.
She clearly didn't want to go with him but the lovesick boy wouldn't see it.
Spike abruptly stood and went over to the weapons trunk, pulling out his favoured axe and Red's usual knife and stakes.
"Oy, Red, fascinating as this all is, you're on patrol with me tonight. Let's go." A lie, and a useful one.
He headed for the door and waited, not too long he was exceedingly pleased to note, for her to join him. When she did, the wolf gave a low growl that none of the strictly human types could hear. But Spike did.
Twirling the axe through his fingers, he glared back and growled loud enough for the others to hear him as well.
Wolf's eyes lowered to the floor in fear.
She might be only an enchanting diversion, but she was his enchanting diversion.
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A Novel Concept
Prompt 013. The End
Progress: 17/100
Word Count: 174
He can't stop watching the rise and fall of her shoulder blades as she breathes. It's such a novel concept. But then, all of this is a new experience, maybe that's why he's so fascinated.
He woke up just before sunrise and felt something soft snuggled against his back. For one long, horrifying second, Harmony's image popped into his head. For the instant until the warmth she radiated triggered something in his subconscious.
Then the sound of her breathing filtered through to his ears and he tried not to, but he couldn't help smiling.
Willow.
She's still here. Waking up next to another body had been an odd occurrence, even when Dru was around. He was used to waking up alone. He hated it, but he was used to it.
But maybe that would be another thing best left in the past. He turned over and snuggled up against her. She said she loved him - maybe she did. He wasn't interested in love.
But loneliness? That's one thing he'd like to see the end of.
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Not Just A River In Egypt
Prompt 007. Lust
Progress: 23/100
Word Count: 267
After the fated conversation, she turns to leave, but he can't let her. He feels something, even if it doesn't have a name.
He grabs her hand and pulls her to him, just wanting to hold her close, let her know that she means something.
But her soft, warm body against his does what it always does. He feels her breath against his neck, feels the silky caress of her hair, feels her arms, always welcoming, wrap around him and invite him in.
She always invites him in. Into her arms, into her body, into her life, into her heart. Never any hesitation.
It takes him forever to get her out of her clothes. He wants to savor every new bit of her he uncovers.
He adores the freckles that dot her collarbone and wind playfully down her arm. He kisses the scar on her shoulder blade from when she fell down the steps at Amy's house when she was a little girl because she was laughing so hard she didn't look where she was going.
He takes the time to count the small oval of reddish dots that make up the birthmark on the back of her left knee. He licks the mark on her heel where the wolf once almost got a claw in her.
He knows every inch of her. He wants to own her, possess her.
As he holds her hands and eases into her, he drops his face to her neck and inhales her. He finally has a name for what all of this is.
It's just lust.
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No Experience
Prompt 009. Love
Progress: 22/100
Word Count: 145
He tells her he doesn't know what that word means. He thought he did, once upon a time, when he saw the world through human eyes. But if it meant what he thought it did then, the consequences are too harsh and painful.
Angelus once told him he felt that way, but Angelus also used that word to describe the hunt, the kill, the slaughter of their food so that couldn't have been it either.
Drusilla told him that all the time, but she also saw burning baby fish flying around and thought the stars spoke to her.
The only other person who ever used that word in front of him was Darla and she was only talking about his cock. Not him.
So he has no experience, you see. None at all. He can't say it back; because he doesn't know what it means.
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Monster
Prompt: 042. Monsters
Progress: 7/100
Word Count: 100
The Creature from the Black Lagoon. Dementors. Cookie Monster. Dracula. Godzilla. Yoda. The Wolfman. Frankenstein. Alien. Swamp Thing. Cerebus. Sirens. King Ghadoriah. The Creeper. Freddie Kreuger. Phantom of the Opera. Elmo. Mothra. Cyclops. The Grinch. Sully and Mike. Lurch. Balrog. Loch Ness Monster. It. Bigfoot. Abominable Snowman. Predator. Harpies. Leviathon. Banshees. Grim Reaper. Venom. The Tar Monster. Jabba the Hut. Medusa. The Gorgon. King Kong. Ring Wraiths. Kracken. Hydra. Ganon. Chimeras.
She stayed awake, watching him sleep. He looked like a classic statue of the perfect man, carved and polished from perfect white marble.
He didn't look like a monster.
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Remembering
Prompt: 001. Dreams
Progress: 8/100
Word Count: 119
He remembers kissing Penelope Gavish behind the milliner's when he was eleven and thinking she was everything a boy could ever want. He remembers touching himself in bed at night when his mother hired a new governess for his sisters when he was fifteen and his fantasies about going down on her in the nursery. He remembers watching Cecily from afar and writing sickening poetry in his journal and planning out their life together in his deluded head. He remembers making love to Dru and watching her eyes loose focus and telling himself,
praying to himself that she was lost in passion.
Dreams. Wishes. Nonsense.
Not flesh and blood and fire that thinks of him, even when she dreams.
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Three Days, Seventeen Hours and Two Minutes
Prompt: 022. Hunger
Progress: 3/100
Word Count: 148
It's been three days, seventeen hours and two minutes. His gut is twisting and his chest is burning and his head has been beating a crescendo into his skull for at least half that time. He drives a little faster, doesn't even see the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign. The first person to die when he gets this fucking chip out is the Watcher. Sending him on wild goose chases that take him away from what he needs to survive. This hunger is something beyond his worst imaginings. He stops the car and jumps out, jumps the fence and several gravestones. Sees the slayer killing a fledge. Turns and grabs Willow and backs her up against a mausoleum. Descends. Kisses her until her lips are sore and she pushes him away in an effort to breath. She smiles up at him and he smiles back, saying, "I missed you."
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Here and Now
Prompt: 014. The Past
Progress: 1/100
Word Count: 100
They don't talk about the past. The distant past. They both know and that's enough. When they're together, just the two of them, all that matters is here - now. The look in his eyes that lets her know he'll never love anyone more than he does her. The smile on her face that sets his mind at ease about her breakup with dogboy. Blue and green, hot and cool, soft and hard, sweat and blood, that's what matters. How it started, how it will end - they don't think about it. They've learned to live for the moment. And for each other.
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Anomoly
Prompt: 004. Emotion
Progress: 2/100
Word Count: 100
He's always been different. He told her about William and she saw him with Dru. An anomaly. Just one of the things that makes him special. But now - right now - the intensity in his eyes is something that almost scares her. Thrills her, too. In this bed, with his body above her, chest and arm muscles straining to keep his weight from crushing her, back rigid and neck tight, tense veins shimmering in the candlelight, hips barely moving but taking her exactly where she wants to go - the emotion in his eyes is overwhelming and she cries as she comes.
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Morale Booster
Prompt: 047. Vengeance
Progress: 10/100
Word Count: 100
"Teleportation?"
"Spike, I'm just - my magick's not - remember the 'My Will Be Done' spell?"
"But you've gotten so much better, Love. Learned a toss more. There's got- What? Got an idea?"
"Well... I can't get your chip out - yet - but I might be able to serve you up a little cold vengeance."
She grabs a few ingredients. Mixes them, sets them on fire, says her incantation - and smiles.
"What? What did you-"
"Tomorrow morning, every member of the Initiative will show up to class with pink hair."
He's very disappointed. "That's all?"
"And '
I've Been Buggered' tattooed across their foreheads."
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Serenity
Prompt: 084. Serenity
Progress: 4/100
Word Count: 126
It's almost dawn. He can feel it, but he can see it as well. Around midnight, it started to snow. Willow opened the heavy drapes and watched it fall from the warmth of their bed. It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as Red's face as she watched it. She told him about the last time it snowed in Sunnydale and the miracle it brought with it. Said she hoped this snow was bringing another miracle. When she falls asleep, he holds her tight, unwilling to move. He watches the snow cover the Hellmouth like a coating of innocence. He feels her warmth seep into him. Feels a calm serenity wash over him for the first time in... forever. Maybe the snow had brought another miracle.
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Snow and Ice
Prompt 094. Chains
Progress: 27/100
Word Count: 118
Snow and ice.
Last night it had been beautiful, watching it fall from the warmth of Willow's bed. Stunning, amazing, awe-inspiring.
Today? Not so much.
The still falling snow had blocked out the sun completely, leaving a sky dark enough to call Spike to the rescue when the watcher slid into a ditch. Of all the people who should know how to drive in inclement weather…
Spike secured the last chain to the last tire and his lascivious mind couldn't help but wander to what else he could do with these chains later. He wondered if Willow was into role-playing. Maybe a little prisoner and warden's wife?
'Shit. Right. The watcher.'
Dreams of Willow would have to wait.
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Promises
Prompt: 023. Vampire
Progress: 5/100
Word Count: 196
Willow rolled her eyes, "I know you're a vampire, Spike, everybody does! It's not a state secret!"
Spike paced and growled, then got right into her face. "Do you, Love? Do you really? Do you even know what it means to be a vampire?" He took her hand and put it on his crotch, flat for the first time in recent memory, and held it there as he spoke. "I could be on you and inside you in less than a blink of your eye. I could sink my fangs into your neck and suck you down in only a few heartbeats. I could make your body scream for me at the same time you're screaming for your life. And they could all come running, every bloody Scooby in the next room but by the time they got here it would be too late. You'd only be a memory." He pressed her palm against the bulge that now filled her hand. "And I'd get off on it."
She lowered her eyes to the floor, feeling afraid of him for the first time since they'd first gotten together. She looked up.
"Promise you won't take too much?"
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Once More With Feeling
Prompt: 012. The Start
Progress: 9/100
Word Count: 267
He gets up just before sundown and his first thought is of the night before. Every night should be spent in such delightful pursuits. Forget about strawberries, champagne tastes best when served on Willow.
He knows what's on the agenda for tonight, a trio of Groxlar beasts have holed up in that cave north of Sullivan Woods, and its their job to turn them into beastie shish-ka-bob. But that doesn't mean the night should be a total loss.
He walks to the university to pick her up after her Physiology class but stops at the Quickie Mart along the way and smirks as he puts his purchases in his duster pocket.
She smiles when she sees him and snuggles into his chest as she hugs him hello; she's been thinking about last night as well.
"Lots to do tonight," she says as they walk to the Magic Box, and he can hear the frown in her voice. "Might be out all night."
He smiles to himself and wraps an arm around her shoulders, saying "Nah, fought plenty o' Groxlars in my time. Hell, even saw Angel take out two at once. And if the poof can do it, won't take me and the Slayer but a mo'."
She smiles and is practically jumping up and down when she asks eagerly, "Ya think?"
He laughs and pulls something out of his pocket. "Got ya a pressie." He hands her the Hershey bar and she giggles and thanks him.
"But that's just the start" he tells her as he pulls the bottle of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup out of his pocket.
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A Wink and A Kiss
Prompt 073. Secret
Progress: 18/100
Word Count: 276
"Buffy, take Spike and head toward Saunder's Lake. If you see anything, call. Willow and I will continue looking for the most expedient way to eradicate this B'sha N'glicikoch and we'll let you know as soon as the two of you locate it."
"Do I have to-" Buffy whines.
"Yes, Buffy you must take Spike. He's been invaluable to us-"
"I saw that!" Xander shrieks, jumping up and covering his eyes. "He - It - She - Ugch!"
He's either really upset or deeply disturbed, Buffy doesn't know which but she's going to - wait.
'
Why isn't Willow trying to calm Xander down? Why is Willow redder than her hair? Why is Spike hiding? Oh this isn't going to go anywhere near anyplace I like.'
She drops a stake into her hand as she asks, "Willow?"
Willow's eyes scream for an escape from Buffy's inquisition. It comes from an unlikely source.
"She, um, she spelled it wrong. On the computer. She spelled the demon name wrong."
"Huh what?" Buffy didn't understand.
"She, um, Willow, that is, she, uh" Xander's failing miserably but he just keeps plowing away. "She always spells everything right. And she uh, she spelled this one wrong."
"The Bush McClintock demon?"
"B'sha N'glicikoch," Giles corrects.
"Yeah that one," Buffy says, waving a hand, "Everybody gets that one wrong, Xander, now get a grip. C'mon, Spike." She heads for the door.
Since it didn't look like he was about to be staked, he turns and winks at Willow - again.
And as before, but this time with a wary glance first in Xander's direction, she blows him a kiss.
It looks like their secret's out.
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Girly Parts
Prompt 078. Loyalty
Progress: 21/100
Word Count: 100
"What is going on?!"
"Xander- "
"No, Wills, don't give me the puppy dog eyes. I want the truth and I want it five minutes ago! I just lied to Buffy for you!"
"Xan... we've, that is, Spike and I, we... we've been... seeing each other."
"Seeing?! Seeing. What
kind of seeing exactly? Seeing as in coffee at the Expresso Pump or seeing as in going to the movies or seeing as in HE'S SEEN YOUR... ... ...GIRLY PARTS!!!"
...
"No, Wills. Ah! I can't believe you'd..."
"Buffy did."
"I know."
"And Anya?"
"Just... does he love you?"
"I hope so."
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Bring Me to Life
Prompt: 037. Resurrection
Progress: 32/100
Word Count: 105
Slow, deep kisses that affect her like a drug. Hands that touch her with reverence and experience. A joining of body and soul that lifts her up to touch the heavens. The look in his eyes that say she is everything to him and that he needs her more than he needs blood. Words that make her melt into goo because of his voice and his inflection and the heat radiating from him when he says them. The powerful and passionate feeling of him inside her.
When Xander wants to know why, the truth would not appease him and so she says nothing at all.
Nothing to Fear
Prompt 065. Gold
Progress: 30/100
Word Count: 83
Her skin is golden in the morning light. Golden sunlight bouncing off her body as he hides in the shadows. Hair like fire, skin like gold, heart so pure its innocence shines like a beacon. He would be terrified right now if he was in love with her, but since he's not – no matter what she says – he has nothing to fear. Nothing, that is except that golden skin that calls to him and makes him long to touch her in the light.
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Becoming
Prompt 034. Rebirth
Progress: 19/100
Word Count: 100
He woke up tonight with the realisation that he loves her.
But what does that mean? Does it have to mean something? Does it change anything?
He lights a cigarette and knows that it does mean something. It means a big something. It means that he has committed his heart, his body, his unlife to one someone. And that someone isn't a vampire, isn't evil.
And so, as William became Spike for Drusilla, Spike will become... what... for Willow.
He doesn't yet know. But like every rebirth, it's going to take time and patience; it's going to hurt like hell.
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Truth
Prompt: 074. Truth
Progress: 11/100
Word Count: 100
Truth is a fickle thing.
For a long time, poetry was his truth.
And then he was transformed and blood became his truth.
Love for Drusilla grew to be his truth, accompanied by the anarchy and devastation necessary to be worthy of her.
But that truth was a lie, and betrayal became his truth.
The truths of uncertainty and loneliness were replaced with the truths of pain and shame.
He glances up at her, smiling at her friends.
She is his truth now. Forever until eternity.
...my heart expands, tis grown a bulge in it, inspired by your beauty, effulgent.
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Beautiful Monster
Prompt: 049. First Love
Progress: 15/100
Word Count: 100
He watched her make her first kill; a precocious little girl whose mum had not picked her up after school. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she comforted the girl even as she killed her - it made him think of who she had once been.
But she'd never be that. Never be warm and alive and sparkling with promise. Never grow old, never have beautiful streaks of silver bejeweling her hair, never have laugh lines or age lines.
She'd never be anything now but a beautiful monster.
She'd never again be Willow, his first true love.
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Immortal Beloved
Prompt: 002. Nightmares
Progress: 16/100
Word Count: 163
He woke from the nightmare, gasping for air. Panicked, he turned and saw her there, asleep next to him in the bed. Solid, real, alive, breathing.
He couldn't help the hand that reached out to touch her, eyes could deceive and he needed to be sure.
It had seemed so real. His beloved Red, lying almost dead from a bolt from the crossbow the Slayer had fired off accidentally during a fight. Not willing to lose her, he'd turned her. He ran from their ferocity, their angry shouts at what he was doing. He didn't care. She was his and would always be his.
But she wasn't. When she awoke, she was beautiful and magnificent and as cunning a vampire as he'd ever met.
But she wasn't Willow. So he'd spent the night watching her hunt, kill and feed. When the morning came, he'd held her close to him, kissing the body that once held his beloved and they greeted the sun together.
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Beltane
Prompt 086. Silver
Progress: 20/100
Word Count: 100
It is a beautiful night, the eve of Beltane. The goddess has deemed to make it clear and calm with enough warmth in the air that her children do not catch a chill when celebrating. For Beltane is the celebration of purest love and all around the earth, those who practice the wiccan traditions are outdoors with their goddess, and with their true love.
Bodies moving and twining under the smiling face of the moon; bodies bathed in untainted silver light. Each couple seeing, hearing, feeling only the love of the other. Skin to skin, heart to heart.
Blessed be.
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The Horizontal Bop
Prompt 052. Apocolypse
Progress: 28/100
Word Count: 181
Giles removed his glasses and polished them. Buffy just smiled at him.
"Um, er, Xander informs me that – what I mean to say is – "
He's not really sure how to go and Buffy still sits there, smiling like its just another announcement of just another apocalypse.
"It seems Willow and Spike –" he breaks off, afraid to say the words.
"Have been doing the horizontal bop?" Buffy suggests. "Getting it on? How about playing doctor? That's a good one."
"You knew?"
"I guessed. Xander's over-the-top hostility toward Spike was my first clue. And then I used my enhanced slayer abilities to walk in on them while they were –" she pauses, careful of Giles' English gentility, "you know. Eww, kinda gross."
"But you're not doing anything about it?"
"What's to do? Willow's a big girl and from what I saw, Spike's a very big boy. I don't think I could stop them with a tire iron and a machete."
"Well, yes. Then, um… on to the current apocolyse, yes?"
"A slayer's work is never done," she says with a sigh.
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The End
The End
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