Temptation
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tamingthemuseTitle: Temptation
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: Temptation
Paring: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three characters struggling with temptation
Xander
It must be in his laughter, the way it floats around the room and gently tugs on everyone else’s lips to join in.
He leans back in his chair, his arms clasped behind the back of his head. A victorious smile stretching his lips.
He watches them enjoy themselves and then slowly fades away from the limelight.
“What else can I do?” he asked one night.
Everyone was gasping for air, blood stains on the doors and chairs, weapons lying on the floor, broken and dirty.
“I can’t fight, can’t win—So, I laugh in the face of danger, cause I know you’re all just a step behind me, waiting to save my ass.”
Everyone laughs. He enjoys it. He steps back and takes the farthest seat away from center stage.
“High school rules,” he muttered, “Winners to the front losers to the back.”
They live off his laughter, drink it up greedily and let it seep into their wounds and purify them.
It’s missed, desperately, years later. His laughter no longer thick and tangible.
“The clowns are never the heroes of the story,” he said as he scratches the soft skin underneath his eye patch.
“I once had the urge to be a hero,” he tells them one night, “but it seems,” he says as he taps the eye patch with his right index finger, “I got a thumbs up from the wrong person.”
Spike
The want to kill is always there. Like a tiny whisper that hovers just outside my ear. Think of Dru when it gets too loud.
Can’t cut out an instinct, can’t zap that out of my head.
Sometimes I’ll try it. I’ll escape the dank, dark prison I live in and scan the streets.
Find one that’s just eager for the taking.
Take her back to her place; let her run her fingers through my hair.
I start out simple, nibbling her neck, tasting her perfume and sweat.
How can it hurt if she’s begging for it?
“Just let me bite you, it’ll feel good.”
When she moans, I sink my teeth in.
Can’t taste shit; blood is putrid with all the bleeding pain I’m in.
Get sent straight back to my prison, like a shotgun to the head.
Never get the kill, but I test it every now and again.
Buffy
Sometimes, she misses on purpose.
She’ll dodge left instead of right. The whiplash and pain of the hit makes her reel back.
She’ll taste her own blood in her mouth and grin at them with blood stained teeth.
She knows it drives them crazy.
She comes closer then is needed, lets them smell it.
When she sees the need in their eyes, something inside of her; apart of her that she knows isn’t fully human, comes alive.
Her punches become brutal and unforgiving. A drop of their blood always somehow makes it to her lips. She lets it linger there until the fight is over. The dust in the air mingles with the blood and she licks her lips clean.
There are secrets no one every talks about, and hers will go with her to the grave.
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: Temptation
Paring: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three characters struggling with temptation
Xander
It must be in his laughter, the way it floats around the room and gently tugs on everyone else’s lips to join in.
He leans back in his chair, his arms clasped behind the back of his head. A victorious smile stretching his lips.
He watches them enjoy themselves and then slowly fades away from the limelight.
“What else can I do?” he asked one night.
Everyone was gasping for air, blood stains on the doors and chairs, weapons lying on the floor, broken and dirty.
“I can’t fight, can’t win—So, I laugh in the face of danger, cause I know you’re all just a step behind me, waiting to save my ass.”
Everyone laughs. He enjoys it. He steps back and takes the farthest seat away from center stage.
“High school rules,” he muttered, “Winners to the front losers to the back.”
They live off his laughter, drink it up greedily and let it seep into their wounds and purify them.
It’s missed, desperately, years later. His laughter no longer thick and tangible.
“The clowns are never the heroes of the story,” he said as he scratches the soft skin underneath his eye patch.
“I once had the urge to be a hero,” he tells them one night, “but it seems,” he says as he taps the eye patch with his right index finger, “I got a thumbs up from the wrong person.”
The want to kill is always there. Like a tiny whisper that hovers just outside my ear. Think of Dru when it gets too loud.
Can’t cut out an instinct, can’t zap that out of my head.
Sometimes I’ll try it. I’ll escape the dank, dark prison I live in and scan the streets.
Find one that’s just eager for the taking.
Take her back to her place; let her run her fingers through my hair.
I start out simple, nibbling her neck, tasting her perfume and sweat.
How can it hurt if she’s begging for it?
“Just let me bite you, it’ll feel good.”
When she moans, I sink my teeth in.
Can’t taste shit; blood is putrid with all the bleeding pain I’m in.
Get sent straight back to my prison, like a shotgun to the head.
Never get the kill, but I test it every now and again.
Sometimes, she misses on purpose.
She’ll dodge left instead of right. The whiplash and pain of the hit makes her reel back.
She’ll taste her own blood in her mouth and grin at them with blood stained teeth.
She knows it drives them crazy.
She comes closer then is needed, lets them smell it.
When she sees the need in their eyes, something inside of her; apart of her that she knows isn’t fully human, comes alive.
Her punches become brutal and unforgiving. A drop of their blood always somehow makes it to her lips. She lets it linger there until the fight is over. The dust in the air mingles with the blood and she licks her lips clean.
There are secrets no one every talks about, and hers will go with her to the grave.
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Date: 2008-07-13 09:55 am (UTC)Three lovely portraits. I particularly love the picture of Xander. This - He leans back in his chair, his arms clasped behind the back of his head. A victorious smile stretching his lips. I can see so clearly, but I could quote every line of that one, in an attempt to pick out favourites. Although the ending was hard, the picture was somehow never harsh.
The other two are harsher, Spike futilely pushing at the chip and Buffy with her death wish to the fore.
Very nice.
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Date: 2008-07-16 06:04 am (UTC)