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02 September 2008 @ 09:07 pm
Where Candles Are Lit, Blossoms Fall  
Title: Where Candles Are Lit, Blossoms Fall

Notes: Second Story in my Lily Out of Water Series

Fandom: Buffy fanfic

Rating: Mature. Adult.

Main Characters: Spike. Drusilla. Angelus. Willow.

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Mind Games. Death.

Disclaimer:Does anybody really think these are my characters? I mean, yeah, I wish. Joss Whedon: genius. Me: just playing with his characters.

Just as I was poised to give him a beauty of a shiner, screams erupted into the air. Two voices. We stopped, glanced at each other, and then each bolted for the back room. Being smaller and faster has some advantages, I got there first but the room was empty. I tracked their scent to Dru’s bedroom where they both lay, naked, on the bed. Sex scented the air. It looked like a small tornado had hit the room. Blood runes were scattered across the floor, I briefly wondered if the patterns would mean anything to Dru. She’d kept my pocket watch, from when she’d turned me, and it lay, smashed, finally broken beyond repair. Shattered bits of dolls were strewn across the room.

“What the?” Angel asked as he came up behind me. At the sound, Drusilla raised herself up for a moment and smiled contentedly at us before crashing back down. She was covered with tiny cuts, from the pieces of shattered dolls probably, but Willow was somehow untouched. Angel looked like he’d swallowed a toad. It was almost worth missing this to see the shock on his face.

I leaned against the doorway and smirked at him. “Missed out on the fun, did we?” Angel looked like I’d hit him again. I gave him a broader smile. He glared around the room, turned, and stormed away, muttering about grabbing something to eat. My laughter followed him into the night.

Once he was out of sight, I turned back towards the bedroom and stared at Willow. I stood there, lost in thought, for a very long time.

( Where Candles Are Lit, Blossoms Fall )