054 -- Fic; Spike/...Other
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still_grrrTitle: Spike's Watcher
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elphie_7/damnmuse (writing journal)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 683
Prompt: 054 -- Crack Fic
Characters/Pairing (if any): Let's go with Spike/...Other
A/N: Cracky crack!fic <3
It stared at him from across the table. He could feel its gaze upon him even as his back was turned and he faced the crowded dance floor. A typical Saturday night at the Bronze, Spike looked on as all the fresh-faced adolescents danced and swayed around one another; their chests heaved with every sharp intake of oxygen and he could have sworn the veins gleaming through their sweaty necks sang out to him. Just one bite, that's all I ask, he plead with himself. Pig's blood was good and fine, but what Spike craved was the warm blood of a pompous frat boy or a naive schoolgirl he just knew would kick and scream.
It stared at him, mocking his every glance across the mass of groping teenagers in front of him.
Spike shifted in his place and ran his tongue along his two most distinctive teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched that spread across the back of his neck. He was never comfortable being watched; he was the type to lurk in the shadows, flipping his Zippo absent-mindedly and inhaling cigarette after cigarette as he watched his own prey. Before the bloody government chip, he had made a habit of eyeing the object of his desire before pouncing and devouring it whole. He had never taken it as far as Angelus; who could, what with his observing a subject until discovering what they held most dear in life before destroying it and torturing them until they begged for death? No, Spike had always been in it for the kill, quick and simple; of course he's enjoyed the hunt and loved sinking his teeth in, penetrating the skin for the first time and taking his first mouthful of blood, but he was drawn to the no-fuss, no-nonsense aspect of it as well.
Now, though, Spike just loved to watch. Her, mostly, despite every instinctive bone in his body urging him to ignore the blinding headache and snap her neck. Thoughts of his hands idlely running through her buttery hair plagued him and he'd sooner marry Xander than let her know he was watching her, but he couldn't stop obsessing over her if he tried. Which he had. Several times.
And still, he could feel it watching him.
In all his years as a vampire, and even in his life before as a man, Spike hated being watched. Those he discovered in the shadows around him usually met a gruesome fate, before the chip of course. He felt his teeth clench together now, grinding against one another to produce a sickening crunch in his ears. Looking behind him as far as he could out of the corner of his eye, he failed to catch a glimpse of it and rolled his eyes back toward the dance floor. You're mocking me, he thought, a determined wrinkle deepening between his eyebrows. He turned quickly, slammed both hands on the small round table between them, and glared at it with all the fire he could muster through in his eyes. He felt his face change involuntarily and he bared his teeth in the stream of florescent light from overhead. His shoulders heaved up and down with every unnessecary breath and every ounce of evil in his body was directed toward the target sitting ever-so innocently across the table.
And yet all it could do was stare at him.
Suddenly, Spike's face softened. His eyes dulled and he felt his face smooth back to its usual self as he loosened his grip on either edge of the table. "I can't stay mad at you," he said, tilting his head to the left and almost bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. A smirk transformed into the faintest hint of a genuine smile as he took a seat and leaned in close over the table. He reached over and ran his fingers along it much more gently than he ordinarily would have.
That the object of Spike's most tender affection was a deep-fried onion blossom really should have alarmed him much more than it did.
Author:
elphie_7/damnmuse (writing journal)Rating: PG
Word Count: 683
Prompt: 054 -- Crack Fic
Characters/Pairing (if any): Let's go with Spike/...Other
A/N: Cracky crack!fic <3
It stared at him from across the table. He could feel its gaze upon him even as his back was turned and he faced the crowded dance floor. A typical Saturday night at the Bronze, Spike looked on as all the fresh-faced adolescents danced and swayed around one another; their chests heaved with every sharp intake of oxygen and he could have sworn the veins gleaming through their sweaty necks sang out to him. Just one bite, that's all I ask, he plead with himself. Pig's blood was good and fine, but what Spike craved was the warm blood of a pompous frat boy or a naive schoolgirl he just knew would kick and scream.
It stared at him, mocking his every glance across the mass of groping teenagers in front of him.
Spike shifted in his place and ran his tongue along his two most distinctive teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched that spread across the back of his neck. He was never comfortable being watched; he was the type to lurk in the shadows, flipping his Zippo absent-mindedly and inhaling cigarette after cigarette as he watched his own prey. Before the bloody government chip, he had made a habit of eyeing the object of his desire before pouncing and devouring it whole. He had never taken it as far as Angelus; who could, what with his observing a subject until discovering what they held most dear in life before destroying it and torturing them until they begged for death? No, Spike had always been in it for the kill, quick and simple; of course he's enjoyed the hunt and loved sinking his teeth in, penetrating the skin for the first time and taking his first mouthful of blood, but he was drawn to the no-fuss, no-nonsense aspect of it as well.
Now, though, Spike just loved to watch. Her, mostly, despite every instinctive bone in his body urging him to ignore the blinding headache and snap her neck. Thoughts of his hands idlely running through her buttery hair plagued him and he'd sooner marry Xander than let her know he was watching her, but he couldn't stop obsessing over her if he tried. Which he had. Several times.
And still, he could feel it watching him.
In all his years as a vampire, and even in his life before as a man, Spike hated being watched. Those he discovered in the shadows around him usually met a gruesome fate, before the chip of course. He felt his teeth clench together now, grinding against one another to produce a sickening crunch in his ears. Looking behind him as far as he could out of the corner of his eye, he failed to catch a glimpse of it and rolled his eyes back toward the dance floor. You're mocking me, he thought, a determined wrinkle deepening between his eyebrows. He turned quickly, slammed both hands on the small round table between them, and glared at it with all the fire he could muster through in his eyes. He felt his face change involuntarily and he bared his teeth in the stream of florescent light from overhead. His shoulders heaved up and down with every unnessecary breath and every ounce of evil in his body was directed toward the target sitting ever-so innocently across the table.
And yet all it could do was stare at him.
Suddenly, Spike's face softened. His eyes dulled and he felt his face smooth back to its usual self as he loosened his grip on either edge of the table. "I can't stay mad at you," he said, tilting his head to the left and almost bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. A smirk transformed into the faintest hint of a genuine smile as he took a seat and leaned in close over the table. He reached over and ran his fingers along it much more gently than he ordinarily would have.
That the object of Spike's most tender affection was a deep-fried onion blossom really should have alarmed him much more than it did.
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Date: 2008-02-28 06:40 pm (UTC)And I adore your icon, BTW <3
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