Prompt 374 - Before the War - comlodge - BTVS

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Title: Before the War

Author: comlodge
Charachters: Spike and Dawn
Medium: Fiction
Genre: Angst
Words: 570 - One Shot
Rating: M - Language, talk of violence
Prompt: tamingthemuse - Before the War
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss Whedon but he said have at 'em you Fanfic freaks, I love you'se. (or something like that).
Summary: Early S5, Dawn asks an innocent question that triggers not so innocent thoughts in Spike's head.


"What did you do before the war, Spike?"

"Before the war, Nib?" He shrugged. Then memories assailed him. Before the war. Did she mean the one he fought now, every day, every hour he was awake? He thought back to the morning. He'd fallen through the door of his crypt as the first rays of the day spread their poison across the headstones that lined the path to his home.

He'd felt the warmth prickle on his neck, felt his hair stand up the way hair did when it was thinking of bursting into flame. As though it had a life and mind of its own and wanted to greet its destruction with one last hurrah. He'd fought the desire to simply turn around with a sneer on his face, open his arms wide and shout, 'Come and get me ya fucking bastard!'

'Course she didn't mean his day to day war not to give in and greet the sun or pick on someone or something too big for him to survive. Or maybe piss the slayer off once too often and have her drive home her favourite stake. Yeah, worse ways to go then Mr Pointy. 'Cept he'd feel cheated, because he couldn't fight her.

She probably didn't want to know about the war he fought with his demon when it was raging, calling for blood, screaming at him to sink his fangs in somebody, anybody, and drink till he burst. It didn't seem to mind his brain bein' blown apart. It just wanted what it wanted. God, how many times had he sat on those stupid fucking steps in the Magic Box, a blank face staring at nothing, while inside he fought a battle not to just leap on the fucking wanker, Harris, and tear his lips off his stupid face.

He sure didn't want her to know about the war he'd fought with himself, over wanting to drag her into a dark alley and fuck her virgin body while he drained her dry. He was pretty sure he would never do that, now. He valued their friendship. Even demons needed friends. He'd met and discoursed with, played with, even had affairs with, humans, all his unlife and left them to live out their short tiny lives. Because he'd wanted to. There was the rub. He never thought of taking the slayer's mum before he was chipped. Admired the woman and truth be told, he liked her 'cos she reminded him of his own mum.

No, there had been no war with humans before the chip. Some were food and some weren't. Simple. Leashing his demon though, that had brought a war and just because there were consequences if he let it out on a human, didn't make the demon slink off and say sure thing Spikie. I understand why you want to starve me, deny me my natural rights. I won't fuckin' punish you by tryin' to drive you as insane as your sire. I won't make you cringe in shame and disgust at what you've allowed yourself to become. I won't fight you on this, you great fuckin' disappointment to all of demon kind. I won't make this little morsel of human skin and bone and blood, smell like food to you even as you treat her like a little sister.

"Um... Let's see, Bit. WW2 me and Dru were in Europe only she'd buggered off...."

Comments

[slaymesoftly.livejournal.com]

Oh, great character study!

[comlodge.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :D

[valyssia]

Yeah, I liked that. It's a decent bit of character. Thank you for sharing.

[comlodge.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading. :D