Blocker
pairing: Spike/Willow
rating: teen
warning: character death, but not in a bad way
summary: Spike waits for Willow to awaken.
Your Reflection
pairing: Spike/Willow
rating: teen
warning: character death, but not in a bad way
summary: Spike waits for Willow to awaken.
Philadelphia, 2024
Spike was bored. Bored, bored, bored. He wandered around the hotel room, picking
up this and that, looking through the Room Service Menu, flipping through the
channels on the telly. Nothing good, nothing to hold his interest. Well, the chit
on the cover of the menu looked tasty, but he didn't think this human hotel
delivered fresh blood on tap. Pity that.
He wandered over to the mini-fridge and pulled out one of the plastic containers
of pig's blood that he'd bought earlier. He poured himself a mug and heated it
in the microwave. He looked at it with disgust as he drank it down, this was his
fourth mug in as many hours and he was full past capacity.
He looked over to the bed, to where Willow lay dead.
What to do? What to do? He sighed and sat down on the firm yet still uncomfortable
couch that was provided and drummed out an old Stevie Ray Vaughn tune on the
coffee table.
Nope, still bored.
It never occurred to him to leave. Yes, it was nearing dawn but he could still
wander around inside the hotel. But he wouldn't - couldn't leave her. She'd be
waking soon and he wanted to be here for it. Plus, she'd need to feed and he'd
promised her that she'd never have to drink from any living creature if she didn't
want to. This had been her only complaint; she couldn't imagine herself chowing
down on any living thing even after she was turned.
She'd said that he was the only one she ever wanted to feed from and the thought
had more appeal that he'd admitted to, so he'd readily agreed. The thought of
eternity spent in his Red's arms, feeding her, giving her body life - well it
was one of those Penthouse Forum moments. If Penthouse published Forums for the
undead.
He wandered once again, this time heading for his duster and the pack of Marlboro
Reds he knew would be in the pocket. Could always count on his girl to keep him
in smokes. She'd been doing it for twenty-five years now. That's how long he'd
been lucky enough to have with her as a human. Now he'd have eternity with her
as a vampire.
At forty-three, she was still beyond beautiful with fire red hair and only a
few gray streaks that he loved with all of his undead heart and refused to let
her dye them. He hadn't wanted to turn her yet, he'd wanted to wait, but she had
decided on the date long ago.
On their tenth anniversary together, she'd told him that she had started looking
for a black leather duster like his. On the day she found it, she told him, that
was the day he'd turn her. He'd found three over the years and quickly and quietly
bought and destroyed them. He wanted to keep her as she was for as long as he could.
Tonight - well, last night technically, the twenty-fifth anniversary of their
first date, they'd been wandering South Street, browsing the shops - and laughing
at the people - and there it was, hanging in the window of a vintage clothing
shop. So they'd bought the coat and headed back to their hotel.
Her duster hung in the closet beside his and he smiled, thinking of her wearing
a "Big Bad" coat. She'd be adorable.
He reached for his cigarettes, but pulled out an envelope instead. It was light
purple and in Willow's neat, flowing script, his name was on it.
He sat down on the couch and after a glance to be sure she still hadn't risen, he
opened it.
Spike,
They say that vampires cast no reflection, but that's not precisely true. If you
want to know what you look like, just cast your eyes my way, because when someone
looks at me, what they see is you.
I used to be afraid - of myself, of my world, of being alone, of everything it
seems. But you gave me the strength to see the truth and to face my fears, to
fight when I can and surrender with dignity when I can't.
I used to be ugly and plain, or I thought so anyway. But your love - and your
eyes - made me beautiful. Made me confident. Made me realize that there is so
much more to beauty than what is published in magazines.
I used to be a geek, and I still am at times. But your interest in the things I
am interested in made me appreciate them anew.
You make me fall in love again - every day - with the man who makes my life and
the things that matter to me, his priority.
For twenty-five years, you've been by my side and I've been by yours. The time
has come for me to join you in eternity and I won't miss a single thing about the
daylight. And I have no worries about never again seeing my reflection, because
you are mine, as I am yours.
Willow
His face turned and he looked into the newly-opened eyes of the
one he would be with forever, and saw his reflection.
The End
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