Xander twisted in Spike’s arms and placed a gentle, almost chaste kiss
onto his cool lips. “Love you. We’ll get our forever. Somehow.”
you too. Together forever…even if we have to ram a hot poker up Angel’s
arse to do it.”
Xander smiled and picked up the book. “Let’s do this and go pack.”
“L.A. A real forever is waiting.”
One week earlier
Xander stood at the door and willed the woman to just
go away. He didn’t want a brand new kitchen. He wasn’t interested in a
brand new kitchen and he didn’t want to think about a brand new kitchen.
And since when did companies cold-call on a Sunday? He sighed and repeated
himself. “We really don’t need a new kitchen. The one we have is only a
couple of years old and, more importantly, we mostly eat takeout.”
The woman cocked her head and smiled sympathetically.
“Oh, poor love, you sound tired. Are you tired?”
Xander’s eye widened in surprise at the concern in the
woman’s voice. What a nice lady! “Yeah, I am a little tired. I had
to work yesterday.”
“Oh, dear. Poor lamb. I certainly know how you feel.
I don’t normally work Sundays, but the company is doing this special offer
and I’m one of the unfortunates that gets to try and sell it.”
“That it does. I’ll be back to normal hours next week,
though, so roll-on next Sunday. I’ll be able to spend some quality time
with my family then.”
Xander smiled and understood. Work had been a real
pain recently and Xander was constantly craving more quality time with his
lover. More often than not, Sundays were their only real opportunity to
be together, undisturbed and alone. “I get that. I wish that it could be
forever Sunday. I’d love to spend some time with it just being me and
The woman smiled back and picked up her briefcase.
Xander watched with a small sense of foreboding as the
woman emitted a ‘pop!’ and promptly went up in a puff of smoke.
A panicking Spike threw open the front door and charged
inside his home. “What the bloody hell is going on?! Pet? Bloody hell,
where are you?”
“Hey, Spike, love of my life, vampire of all vampires.
What’s up?” Xander asked casually as he stepped out from the kitchen.
Spike stopped in his tracks and eyed his lover
suspiciously. “You’re moving.”
Spike flapped a hand. “You’re…animated.”
“I so don’t understand what that means. Did you get
“No! Well, yeah, but…Xan, have you been outside?”
“No way! I was watching Corry. Couldn’t miss the
aftermath of killer Katy.”
Spike faltered. “Bugger, I’d forgotten about that.
Bollocks. You didn’t think to tape it by any chance?”
“As a matter of fact, I not only taped Coronation
Street, but I got Emmerdale for you too.”
Spike folded Xander into a warm embrace. “Thanks, luv.
Always think of me, you do.”
“Spike?” Xander asked from within his vampire cocoon.
“What were you freaking out about just now?”
“Fuck, yeah, forgot. Everything stopped.”
“Enough with the cryptic.”
“Ain’t being cryptic,” Spike insisted, reluctantly
pulling away and sparking up a cigarette. “People, animals, fucking birds,
they’re all…motionless, like statues. It’s like they’ve been frozen in
“Ah,” Xander said, his face unfolding into an
expression of pure guilt.
“Ah,” Spike repeated, just to make sure he’d got it
right. “What does, ‘ah’ mean?”
“Ah, means that I *may* have inadvertently…fucked up.”
“Xander,” Spike warned.
“Okay, okay. This woman came to the door and tried to
sell me a kitchen…”
“We already got a kitchen.”
“Really? I can’t say I noticed,” Xander replied,
sarcastically. “Anyway, so we got to talking…”
“Talking? Why were you talking? She make a move on
“Sorry, go on.”
“We got to talking about working and being tired and
liking Sundays, ‘cos that’s the day you get to be with your family and
stuff and I-I…I kinda mentioned that I wished that it could be forever
“You wished? You bloody wished!?! Jesus wept buckets of
blood, you, Hellmouth born, *wished* that Sunday would last forever?”
Xander hung his head. “Yeah,” he said glumly. “What did
“You stopped sodding time, that’s what you did!”
“Are you sure? How can you be sure? Are you sure? How
Spike pointed at the clock on the wall. “Bloody sure.
Look, it stopped.”
“Maybe the batteries died?”
“Maybe your brain cells died.”
Spike rolled his eyes and took Xander by the hand.
“Come on. Let’s go out. I’ll show you.”
Spike parked the Desoto in the centre of town and
turned off the stereo. “There you go. Everyone gone to sleep standing
up. And look at the clock, pet. It’s stuck at eight thirty-five, just
like the clock at home. Believe me, now?”
“Um, I kinda believed it before. Just didn’t wanna. I
really did this?”
“Well, taking into account your knack for getting into
trouble, add the wish to that and then throw in the fact that we seem to
be the only ones left walking about, yeah, I’m pretty confident that you
“Shit, Spike. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to
“Hush, pet. Don’t worry about it. Spike’ll sort it
“Oh, well, don’t I feel just so much better.”
Spike ignored the comment. “C’mon, let’s just go home,
grab some books and do the old research thing.”
Xander brightened. “We could call Giles! Or Angel!”
Spike growled. “Better still, let's not. And besides,
it’s more than likely that they’ve turned into Pompeii-people too. Not
much change there, then.” Spike’s growl disappeared and a small chuckle
“It might be an improvement on Angel’s personality, at
least. Maybe he’s more…bouncy.”
“Maybe, pet. Maybe.” Spike turned the stereo back on
and changed the CD to David Bowie. Let's Dance flooded the car and Xander
suddenly thought how ironic the song was. Not too many people able to
dance on this night.
Six hours, seven cups of tea, twenty one cigarettes and
three arguments later and Xander was no closer to understanding how to
undo his wish and, quite frankly, his vampire had begun to piss him off.
“Spike, we’ve been right through all these books.
There’s nothing here.”
“There has to be.”
“I don’t think so. We need better books.”
“What’s wrong with our books?”
Xander picked one up. “The Children's Encyclopaedia of
Magik,” he read.
“Oi, that’s got some really useful information, I’ll
have you know.”
Xander flicked through the pages. “No it doesn’t…oh,
wait a minute…yes it does. Oh my god!”
“That’s her,” Xander stated, pointing to a colourfully
drawn picture of a middle aged woman.
Xander nodded firmly. “Positive.”
“Right, give it ‘ere, then. Let’s see what we’re
Xander passed the book over and leant back into the
comfort of the couch. A nail was chewed on in anticipation of the result.
“Well? What does it say?”
Spike frowned at the pages for a few moments before he
spoke. “It says here that she’s a wish demon.”
“A wish demon. Well, that just made six hours of
research so totally worth it.”
“Hold your horses, pet, there’s more. This type of
Wish Demon is only found in the darkest corners of Surrey, England.”
“At least that explains what it’s doing in Redhill.
It’s not like it can get much darker. I reckon there are demons all over
“There are,” Spike enlightened. “Those drunks that hang
out in the Quadrant, they’re Piz’hed demons.”
“Yep. And that old woman that screams abuse at
“That doesn’t really narrow it down.”
“You know, the woman that has a face like the man in
“Oh! Crazy ‘old bat’.”
“That’s her. She used to be a very powerful witch.”
“So what happened to her?”
“She accidentally snorted one of her own magical
powders. Sent her bloody barmy, and then some.”
“So does she have any powers left?” Xander asked.
“Some. All fucked up, though. Poor old bat doesn’t
know if she’s coming or going. That traffic cone that appears on the
traffic light at the top of the Brighton Road every Monday morning, she
does that. It’s like an obsessive, compulsive thing.”
“Huh. I really should have guessed. Anyway, what about
this wish demon?”
“Oh, yeah. Says here that her name is Sheila.”
“There’s only one?”
“What else does it say?”
“Says that she lives life as a human, but she will
grant a wish if she comes across a person that she really likes.”
“Likes? So she granted my oh-so-stupid wish because she
“That’s what it says.”
“I guess we were kinda sympathising with each other.
What else does it say?”
“Erm…never practice magic without an adult present.
Bloody good advice that is, pet.”
“I don’t doubt it. Is that really all it says? Isn’t
there anything else, like how we can find her?”
“No, that’s it.”
“Stupid children’s book.”
“Oi, don’t be ungrateful. This ‘stupid’ children’s
book just told us a damn sight more than the rest of these sodding dusty
Xander yawned. “Mmm, s’pose. What time is it?”
“I would assume it’s still eight-thirty-five. Plank.”
“Oh yeah. Can we sleep for a while? I think these
books put me to sleep.”
“Yeah, books do that. Sleep sounds good. We’ll figure
out a plan in the morn…I mean tomorrow…when we wake up.”
“Hey, and it will still be dark when we wake up.
“Things are looking up then, luv.”
“Yeah, for you. C’mon, lover. Bed. Snuggles.
Sleep. Wake-up sex.”
“Wake-up blow job?”
“If you’re a good boy.”
“So I was a…good boy, then?”
“Very…very…very…good,” Xander answered between sucks
“Was it the all-night…cuddles or the…breakfast in bed?
Fuck, yes, that’s so fucking…fuck.”
Xander smiled around the cock in his mouth and drew it
in as far as he could, swallowing hard around the swollen shaft. He felt
Spike grab his hair and Xander held firmly onto compact hips as they rose
and shuddered towards him. His lover screamed his completion and Xander
closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound of Spike’s joyous cursing.
Xander released the softening shaft from his mouth and
crawled up Spike’s body, capturing his mouth in a tender but deep kiss.
The kiss lasted and lasted, the only sound being harsh breaths melting
into soft sighs of contentment. When Xander pulled back, he closed his
eye and listened.
Spike ran his hands over Xander’s arms and pulled him
back down to lay against his chest. “You look like you’re in deep
thought,” he observed.
“I was just listening.”
Spike was confused. “To what? I can’t hear anything.”
“I realise that we both have after-orgasm brains but,
what the fuck?”
“There are no sounds, Spike. Listen, nothing. Nothing
at all. No chirpy birds. The neighbour’s damn annoying Boxer isn’t
barking. The neighbours opposite aren’t shouting. And thank the gods,
the old lady next door is sooo not playing her organ. We’re alone,
Spike. No-one to disturb us. No-one to tell us how loud we can play our
music. No-one to bang on the wall when we have loud sex. No-one to tell
us that we have to go out when all we want to do is spend days and days in
bed. No more work!! I never have to get up again. This is so great!”
Spike laughed and began an assault on Xander’s neck.
“Made some good points, there. Maybe we can enjoy things how they are,
just for a while. Fancy some loud sex, then?”
Xander nodded enthusiastically. “Always.”
“Roll over, then, luv. Spread that ass and take the
pounding that’s coming.”
And Xander did.
“What are we doing again, pet?”
“I just gotta know…oh, there’s one, pull over!”
“Right.” Spike parked up on the curb and turned off the
engine. “Good choice, pet. He’s kinda hot.”
“Hey! Forever Sunday can get pretty boring when your
lover never speaks to you again.”
“Didn’t mean it, luv. No-one is as hot as you.”
“And don’t you forget it. Now, come and help me. I
don’t want this guy to fall over or anything and…”
“And what? What’s the worried face for?”
“What if he…moves?”
“Moves? Course he ain’t gonna move. Why would you
“Don’t you pay attention to the movies? They always
come back to life when you get too close.”
“You watch too many horror films. This ain’t Resident
Evil, you know. I don’t think this bloke is going to suddenly try and eat
“Okay, then, if you’re so confident, I’ll give the
instructions and you can do it.”
“I thought you didn’t want him to move?”
“Not by himself, no, ‘cos that would be scary. I want
*you* to move him.”
“What the hell for?”
“I want to see if they are posable.”
“Yeah, like Dawn was that time.”
At Spike’s confused frown, Xander continued. “Remember,
Willow came back to Sunnydale after the whole, trying to destroy the world
gig and she got stuck in that cave with that weird ugly thing?”
“Err, vaguely, pet. I seem to recall being slightly
out of my mind round that time.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, Dawn got scratched by that weird ugly
thing and it paralysed her. But she was posable. You could move her arms
and legs into any position and she would just stay like that.”
Spike grinned and looked over at the frozen man.
“Posable, eh? This sounds like fun.” Spike reached out and grabbed an arm.
“Move him slowly. If he’s not posable you might end up
ripping a limb off.”
“You calling me heavy handed?”
“Duh. Yeah. Just look at the near misses I’ve had.
You’re dangerous when you get excited.”
“Always kiss it better, don’t I?”
“Get with the body manipulation, vampire.”
“Right, then. What shall I do?”
“Try moving his arm so it looks like he’s saluting.”
“Right. How’s that?”
Xander bounced. “That’s great! I so knew that would
work! What next? Shall we find more people?”
“Looking to play, luv?”
Xander shrugged and tried to look innocent. He failed.
“C’mon, pet. We’ll go hit the pubs. Lots of people
“That’s it. Bend him over…now stand that guy right
behind…that’s it…take it out…now put it in there…further…further…perfect.”
Spike and Xander stood back and admired their
“You have an evil streak a mile wide, luv.”
“I wonder where that came from. I must have learnt it
“We make a good team, don’t we?”
“Yeah, we do. Shall we have a drink while we’re here?
We might as well get it while it’s free.”
“I like your style. Go pull up a pew, I’ll get ‘em
“No way! Bring on the Jack Daniels!”
“Good boy,” Spike said. “I’ll bring the bottle over.”
“Great. Um, Spike?”
“Can you bring over some diet Coke too?”
Cue the sigh and a roll of blue eyes.
Spike half carried his inebriated lover through the
door and dumped him on the couch.
Xander was singing.
“I don’t know what it is, that makes me feel like this.
I don’t who you are. But you must be some kind of superstar, ‘cos you got
all eyes on you no matter where you arrrrrre.”
“Bloody hell, pet. I actually quite like that song and
you’re destroying it.”
“Sorry, Spikey. Can I wash your hair? I love your
hair…when it’s not all crunchy and ick.”
“Maybe later. Want a coffee?”
“Want to fuck.”
“Sure? You’re not going to be sick on me, are you?”
“*Nooo.* Course not,” Xander giggled. “I just
want…want…music!! Yeah, let's play music *really* loud.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck?”
“That was before, silly. Now, what shall we listen
“I’m gonna go get a beer while you decide. Want
“Cheese,” Xander announced firmly and without
“Red Leicester, Roulade or mild economy cheddar?”
“Um, red, economy Roulade, please.”
Spike hesitated at the door, slightly confused as to
how he was going to manage the request. “Right. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Pringles!” Xander suddenly shouted. “Bring me
Pringles. Need munchies.”
A muffled acknowledgement from the kitchen and Xander
was satisfied. He scrambled up from the couch and headed to the CD rack.
Now, what did he want to listen to? Bit of punk? Nope. Punk overload on a
daily basis. Country? Nope. He wasn’t depressed. Metal? Nope. There was
a definite headache on the way. How about…?
Spike entered carrying a tray of beer, cheese and
Pringles. “I got both flavours. Wasn’t sure what you fancied.”
“Barbecue,” Xander answered without turning around.
Apparently, changing a CD was quite tricky when your stereo wouldn’t quit
“Right. I brought the Paprika too.”
Xander pressed play, turned around, barrelled across
the room and threw himself at Spike, knocking them both onto the couch.
“I really, really, really, *really* love you,” Xander
“Love you too, pet.” Spike rolled them over so Xander
was underneath. “Cheese?”
“Please. Hey! That rhymes. Cheese, please. Cheese,
please. Cheese, please. Cheese, please. Cheese, please. Cheese, please.
Cheese, please. Cheese, please. Cheese, please. Cheese, please. Cheese…”
“Xan, stop…Tell me you haven’t just put on the
“I could tell you, but I’d *so* be lying.”
Good Vibrations blared from the speakers and Spike made
a mad dash for the stereo. “NOOOO!!”
The song kicked in and the sound of a theremin's
shrill oscillation filled the room and sliced into Spike’s brain.
“Argh, fuck!” A pale hand pawed at the stereo and abruptly shut off the
“Spike? Are you okay? What just happened?”
bloody whiney noise. Not good for my vampire ears. Fucking hate it.”
“Really? How comes I didn’t know that?”
shrugged and rubbed his temples. “Wouldn’t expect you to know that. Not
something I drop into normal conversation.”
any of our conversations normal?”
ambled back to the couch and popped open a beer. “Probably not.”
“S’okay, luv. Don’t worry yourself. Learn new stuff about each other
Xander grinned. “Is it too late to inform you of my severe allergy to
I make it up to you, Spikey?” Xander slurred.
put down the beer and settled against the cushions. “Yeah, forget the
music, forget all sounds except your voice.”
talk to me, pet.”
No-one else mattered. No other sound mattered. The only sound he would
ever need to hear was Xander’s voice, babble and all.
shall I talk about?”
considered. The subject matter was inconsequential. “The price of fish.”
“Okay, well, we don’t really buy a lot of fish, so that’s a tough one. I
quite like smoked salmon, especially that Taste the Difference stuff from
Sainsbury’s. It’s pretty expensive and I can’t eat it if I start thinking
about when Angelus murdered Willow’s fish. It makes me think that I’m
eating them. Do you know what I mean?”
smiled and nodded even though he really didn’t.
there’s cod. If you get it from the chip shop in town it’s really
expensive, but that place in Earlswood is so much better and it’s
got to agree with you there.”
I want a battered sausage. Do we have sausage?”
think I could pull one out of somewhere,” Spike said with a wink.
“Was…you…are you being smutty?”
now? I promise to talk dirty.”
“Deal,” Spike said, just before he pounced.
“Wouldn’t it help if you used the key?”
Spiked stopped pounding at the bright cerise garage
door and turned around with a glare. “Such insight. Why Mensa never
snapped you up, I’ll never know.”
“Did you want this tea in the mug or shall I pour it
over your head and shove the mug up your ass?”
“And that would be called what? Mugging?” Spike
countered with a slightly evil smirk.
“Spike, don’t make me get the Jelly Babies mug. That
one could do you a lot of damage.”
Spike softened. “Sorry, pet. It’s just this bloody
door. Can’t seem to open it. Stiff as fuck and I can’t find the key.”
“Oh. I think we put the key somewhere special, where we
couldn’t lose it.”
“Yeah, I remember that much. I just can’t remember
where the special place was.”
“Hm. Me neither. Have you tried picking the lock?”
“Yup, I’ve picked, kicked, pounded, smashed and thrown
a pretty harsh tantrum and the bloody thing still won’t budge. Make a
sodding good nuclear shelter if we ever need one.”
Xander put down the two mugs and approached the garage
door. He firmly grasped the handle and gave it a twist to the left and
good hard tug the right. There was an audible click and Xander swung the
door up and grinned at Spike. “It was unlocked.”
“It’s really stiff. The previous owner told me about
this wiggle thing that you have to do with the handle. And why are you
wanting to go in the garage when we haven’t been in it since Willow and
Kennedy moved out?”
“They were the last ones in here, weren’t they? We said
they could store all their stuff.”
“Yep. C’mon, bring that tea in here, pet. We got a lot
of searching to do.”
Several hours later, the Harris/Bloody living room was
half filled with damp, dusty, smelly books.
“Euuw. This one’s got mould on it, Spike. Willow’s
going to be so upset…and mad. We said we’d look after her stuff.”
“We did, didn’t we? Right. So, along with reversing
wishes and enchanting a lawnmower, we also need a spell to get rid of all
traces of damp.”
“Okay, got it. Wish, wishful thinking and de-damping.
You know this is going to take us an eon to go through, right?”
Spike eyed up the large pile of books. “Yeah,” he said
with a sigh.
“We don’t have to rush, though. I mean, if the answer
is here then we’ll find it, but…”
“But what, luv?” Spike asked as he crouched down to
where Xander was sitting on the floor.
Spike trailed his hand through Xander’s hair and then
around the empty eye socket. He turned Xander’s head for a small kiss.
“What, luv?” he repeated. “Tell me.”
“It’s just that…I’ve really enjoyed this last week.
It’s been like a holiday, a Mini-adventure. I know that things have to go
back the way they were and I wouldn’t want this to really last forever
but, it’s just been nice.”
“Yeah, no work, no Angel phoning every five minutes to
check that he doesn’t have a great-grandchilde, no Buffy phoning to talk
about her boyfriend while we’re trying to have sex, no Giles ‘popping
round’ for tea and biscuits when we’re trying to watch Eastenders. Don’t
get me wrong, I love them all and I love my life but sometimes I wish we
could just be left alone, just for while. I sound whiney, don’t I?”
“No, pet. Not whiney. Feel the same. It has been
nice. Look, we’ll take our time, have lots of sex and cuddles between
volumes, enjoy the silence while it lasts. How about that? Sound good?”
“Yeah, sounds real good.”
“I should feel bad about this.”
“Because it’s stealing.”
“Who’s going to find out?”
“Well, no-one, but that doesn’t make it any better.
It’s still stealing.”
“Look, think of it like this,” Spike said as he took
control of the unruly shopping cart and guided it over to the fresh bread.
“We’re saving the world and it’s hungry work. Payday ain’t ‘til Monday
and if we can’t find a way of reversing the wish, Monday will never get
here. And we can’t reverse the wish on empty stomachs, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Xander said, reluctantly. “But how do we
justify the DVDs, the two baskets of cigarettes and the shopping cart full
“Perks of the job.”
“Bloody hell, don’t get your knickers in a twist about
it. Anyone would be doing the same. Can you believe that this bread is
“Mmm,” Xander replied, his attention caught by
“Do you think they can hear us?”
“Doubt it. Why?”
“Because, isn’t that the store manager?”
“Dunno, err, yeah, I think so. What’s your point?”
“My point is that he might be able to hear us. We
might get banned from the store.”
“Big fucking deal. We’ll go to Tesco’s. Bloody sight
“Mmm.” Xander was distracted again.
“I see cakes,” Xander said in the same tone as the
little boy that announced, ‘I see dead people’
“Yeah? They got any of those egg-custard tarts?”
Xander screwed up his nose. “Yes and euw.”
“Well, don’t just stand there. Go fetch.”
Spike waited until Xander had his head stuffed firmly
in the cake fridge before he used his vampire speed to nip over to the
meat counter and grab some smiley-face luncheon-meat. It was Xander’s
favourite. Now, where did they keep the Alphabites?
Xander polished off his finely prepared meal and licked
“That was fantastic. Thank you. The Scooby-do
spaghetti went really well with the meat.”
Spike smiled almost sadly and started to clear away the
plates. “Most welcome, pet. There’s more luncheon-meat, so you can snack
“Spike? Is there something wrong?”
“Nothing wrong, luv…”
“There is something. You’ve gone all…thinky.”
Spike sighed. “I found it.”
“Found what?” Xander asked with a confused frown.
Spike held up a large black book. “I know how to
reverse the wish.”
“Yeah, oh. We’ve been having a good time. It seems
almost a shame to end it.”
“What do you mean almost? It is a shame. I’ve loved
having you all to myself, no interruptions, no nagging friends, no work,
no nosy neighbours, no funny looks and rude comments in the pub. It’s
been great. I know time has stopped and I know that isn’t right, but,
it's kinda made me feel…eternal. I realise that sounds stupid.”
“You have eternity. I have, what, 60 years? 70 if I’m
lucky. That’s a big difference. This week has made me feel like I can
have you forever.”
“You want me forever?” Spike asked.
“Of course! Have I not made that clear? I love you and
it kills me that I’ll grow old and die while you get to…”
“Live eternity without you?”
“Yeah,” Xander said, sadly. “Sometimes the feeling is
“It’s unbearable for me too.”
“I know there is an easy way round this. You could
turn me and there wouldn’t be a problem. But…”
“You don’t want that,” Spike snapped.
“No! I mean yes, no.” Xander shook his head. “I just
want to be me. If you could turn me and keep me as me and not some
bloodthirsty demon, no offence to present company, then I’d ask you to do
it in a second. I want you. Forever.”
Spike shot forward and grabbed Xander by the tops of
his arms. “We could find a way, a way to keep your soul. We could be
together forever, we could. You and me, Xan. Hell, I’d even be willing
to go see Peaches to find a way.”
“Oh, he’ll love that.”
“I know he’s worried that I’ll turn you, but if we can
show him that we’re really serious about it and that we’d only do it with
a guarantee that your soul would stay intact permanently, then I’m sure
he’ll come around. I just know it!”
“You really want this too?”
“Bloody hell, I’d cut off both legs if it meant I could
spend eternity with you. If we can do it, then…it really would be like
forever Sunday. We’ll have all the time in the world.”
Xander grinned. “That sounds like a song.”
Spike gathered Xander closer. “Actually, it reminds me
of a poem.
all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
“Okay, firstly, it’s impressive that you can remember all that and
secondly, did you mean to depress me?”
“Sorry, luv. It’s just…that’s how I feel about you. You *are* my
everything and if I ever lost you…I don’t think I could carry on. I
wouldn’t want to. Nothing would have meaning.”
Xander twisted in Spike’s arms and placed a gentle, almost chaste kiss
onto his cool lips. “Love you. We’ll get our forever. Somehow.”
you too. Together forever…Even if we have to ram a hot poker up Angel’s
arse to do it.”
Xander smiled and picked up the book. “Let’s do this and go pack.”
“L.A. A real forever is waiting.”
Poem is Funeral Blues by W H Auden