Fic The Last Valentine
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lady_windermereI had a little spare time today, and wrote a very short, but very dark fic. Major character deaths! YES Pural. The Muse was very dark, and full of angst!
Title The Last Valentine
Author woman_of_
Pairing Spike/Xander
Word count 657
Disclaimer All Joss, et al. They just allow us to play with their masterpieces
Summary Spike contemplates the past, and his loves
Warning Major character deaths.
For Mistress Eve, not an answer to the challenge, its too long. Just cos. You know why.
For the Mistress. Something a little dark, and not for the faint hearted.
Spike took out the two bottles of red wine, Flat Rock Merlot, from California, and his ancient Nintendo DS black. He recalled their first Valentine together, when Xander had given him the wine and Nintendo. He had been so proud thinking he had bought the perfect gift for his seduction.
That first Valentine, it made Spike give a bittersweet smile. He pulled out the worn card and read it again and again. Bad ass Spike, with the love-hearts and odes Xander had sent him. Where he had found some of these classics Spike could not fathom. They where the type school children sent each other, but he had kept them safe. His poet heart never quite giving up on romance.
Xander had seduced him, just as he was trying to seduce Xander. They had worked together, when the Watchers Council had decided that they may need Spike's talents to speed the process of training so many slayers, and also for special assignments. Giles had pulled Xander in to watch over Spike, as he assured everyone Xander would be able to tell if Spike were up to anything. Yes they accepted his help, but never really trusted him.
After that first time, they had become a couple. For many years they were together, Xander kept his strength and even with one eye was capable in the field. He was a highly respected and valued member of the watchers council. Taking over the supervision of the young slayers, and giving valuable service . Everyone thought that Giles, as the oldest, would be first to go. In the end the stress had caught up with Xander. Spike had been broken-hearted to lay his love to rest twenty years ago. He had only been 45.
Spike had carried on, fighting the good fight in his lover's memory, his attitude hardening with every passing year. After Xander he had lost interest in love and partners. Vampires had a high sex drive, but he had satisfied that in casual one-night-stands. Either male or female, it didn’t matter to him. Neither was satisfactory.
Buffy had given him Mr Pointy as a present. She had been the oldest slayer, but ten years ago the hormonal problems with being a slayer had led to cancer. It was rapid, and reasonably quick. As the strongest from the group, Spike had nursed her. She had been in quite a lot of pain, but he never drained her, even when she pleaded and begged.
Watching the Scoobies grow old and die, Spike was aware of his immortality in comparision. Then, only five years ago, Angel had received his gift. He was human. The gift was a two edged sword, as he lost all his vampire abilities, and had made many powerful enemies. His gift only lasted two years, during which time he was almost a prisoner, and after hearing the various threats, Spike had been the one sent to guard him. Angel was an angry and disheartened man, who bemoaned his state, claiming he only wanted the Shanshu to be with Buffy and would rather have died now. Spike found him hanging from a rafter, the note only said he had no life left to live.
This year had been special for Spike. He had achieved his own redemption. One of the spiritualists had heard from the Powers That Be that Spike was now blessed, and as a reward would be allowed to be with his loved ones when he died.
Spike swallowed the last of the wine. He could be with his darling Xander at last. Taking Mr. Pointy in his hand, he plunged it into his heart. Peace at last.
Title The Last Valentine
Author woman_of_
Pairing Spike/Xander
Word count 657
Disclaimer All Joss, et al. They just allow us to play with their masterpieces
Summary Spike contemplates the past, and his loves
Warning Major character deaths.
For Mistress Eve, not an answer to the challenge, its too long. Just cos. You know why.
For the Mistress. Something a little dark, and not for the faint hearted.
Spike took out the two bottles of red wine, Flat Rock Merlot, from California, and his ancient Nintendo DS black. He recalled their first Valentine together, when Xander had given him the wine and Nintendo. He had been so proud thinking he had bought the perfect gift for his seduction.
That first Valentine, it made Spike give a bittersweet smile. He pulled out the worn card and read it again and again. Bad ass Spike, with the love-hearts and odes Xander had sent him. Where he had found some of these classics Spike could not fathom. They where the type school children sent each other, but he had kept them safe. His poet heart never quite giving up on romance.
Xander had seduced him, just as he was trying to seduce Xander. They had worked together, when the Watchers Council had decided that they may need Spike's talents to speed the process of training so many slayers, and also for special assignments. Giles had pulled Xander in to watch over Spike, as he assured everyone Xander would be able to tell if Spike were up to anything. Yes they accepted his help, but never really trusted him.
After that first time, they had become a couple. For many years they were together, Xander kept his strength and even with one eye was capable in the field. He was a highly respected and valued member of the watchers council. Taking over the supervision of the young slayers, and giving valuable service . Everyone thought that Giles, as the oldest, would be first to go. In the end the stress had caught up with Xander. Spike had been broken-hearted to lay his love to rest twenty years ago. He had only been 45.
Spike had carried on, fighting the good fight in his lover's memory, his attitude hardening with every passing year. After Xander he had lost interest in love and partners. Vampires had a high sex drive, but he had satisfied that in casual one-night-stands. Either male or female, it didn’t matter to him. Neither was satisfactory.
Buffy had given him Mr Pointy as a present. She had been the oldest slayer, but ten years ago the hormonal problems with being a slayer had led to cancer. It was rapid, and reasonably quick. As the strongest from the group, Spike had nursed her. She had been in quite a lot of pain, but he never drained her, even when she pleaded and begged.
Watching the Scoobies grow old and die, Spike was aware of his immortality in comparision. Then, only five years ago, Angel had received his gift. He was human. The gift was a two edged sword, as he lost all his vampire abilities, and had made many powerful enemies. His gift only lasted two years, during which time he was almost a prisoner, and after hearing the various threats, Spike had been the one sent to guard him. Angel was an angry and disheartened man, who bemoaned his state, claiming he only wanted the Shanshu to be with Buffy and would rather have died now. Spike found him hanging from a rafter, the note only said he had no life left to live.
This year had been special for Spike. He had achieved his own redemption. One of the spiritualists had heard from the Powers That Be that Spike was now blessed, and as a reward would be allowed to be with his loved ones when he died.
Spike swallowed the last of the wine. He could be with his darling Xander at last. Taking Mr. Pointy in his hand, he plunged it into his heart. Peace at last.
