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Chpt 29 – Spike
Showdown...
The night’s kinda a
blur.
It's like I went to the
pisser in the middle of the movie and I missed the filler.
I don't think I've ever
quite felt this way.
It scared me...almost.
Pure, adulterated fire.
Anger.
Torture.
My demon's been good
for so long...it did it some good to be allowed out to play.
Oh, the screams.
I've never heard
Bavlock demons make that noise before.
The sound of breaking
bones....music to my ears.
Better than the loudest
rock, with the deepest beat.
Beautiful.
Now...
I feel nothing.
Except....
A strange sense of
peace.
She can't harm Buffy or
Jr. ever again.
Nothing can.
Mmmm, my beautiful
slayer.
She turns slowly in my
arms, and I feel her hot breath against my neck.
She's only half-asleep.
"My body's all conflicty."
She murmurs against my skin.
I love it when she gets
like this, all soft and pliant.
"Hmmm....how so,
love?"
"I'm
sleepy..." She yawned. "Baby's all bouncy inside me...here
feel." She places my hand on her protruding stomach.
The baby kicks ripples
over her stomach.
I swear I haven't felt
anything as amazing as this in all my two hundred years.
"Are you
okay?"
Her voice is careful.
Like she doesn't want
to offend me.
Which is bloody strange
coming from her!
"What do you mean,
pet?"
"A...."
She hesitates.
"About....Dru....silla."
She clarified.
"Oh."
I stay silent for a few
minutes.
I'm not really sure how
to answer her.
I'm sad.
But....she...she left me,
and I've moved on.
I know she made out
like I hadn't earlier, but I have.
"I-I'm sorry...I
shouldn't have-"
"No, baby...its
okay."
I hold her a little
closer as I try to search for the right words to make her understand.
"I didn't want it
to....end that way." I begin slowly.
"I know." She
murmurs comfortingly, her tone of voice encouraging me to continue.
"But..."
I don’t know how to say
this without sounding like the callous bastard that I am.
"What?"
I hope she understands
what I'm trying to say.
"I wouldn't have
wanted a different outcome."
She doesn't say
anything.
Just continues to
absently stroke my hands that still rest on her protruding stomach.
She's five months along
now.
"I know."
She sounds like she
understands, but I feel the need to explain further.
Make her understand the
true depth of my feelings for her.
"I just...I
couldn't have coped if anything had happened to you...or the baby."
She sighs softly and
buries her face as best she can into my chest.
"Me neither."
In the living room the
clock ticks loudly.
I can hear its every
movement as each second passes.
"I love you,
Spike."
I smile, feeling that
strange contentment flow over me.
I always feel it when
she says those words.
Never felt it with
anyone else.
But its never felt as
strong as tonight.
Here I lie, my woman in
my arms.
Our child inside her.
Our greatest enemies
forever gone.
And a pretty fruit
basket from the watcher.
"I love you, too,
my pet."