Three 1/1 Assignment 4

From: Coe42@aol.com

Title: Three
Author: Karen.
Disclaimer: Yes, Joss....Rebecca owns the plot. I just adapted it as per our
instructions. I hope you like it.
Feedback: Definitely.

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Time and motion had dragged them to this moment. It was fate. His and hers,
in a way that only Spike could truly appreciate. His arms were around her in
a sweet embrace. Her eyes were wide and green. They fixed on him.

One single eye blink allowed him to gauge the beauty of her dark lashes, just
perfectly touched with mascara and the lids daubed in blue to match her
silvery top. She'd been on her way to the Bronze. He could tell by her scent,
natural overlaid with the beauty of chemistry as old as he.

Her skin was soft and unmarked. Her body was a wound steel coil even in
repose. It made her so perfect. She was in her prime. Not frozen in beauty
like his dark goddess but a fleeting perfection that would fade a bit
tomorrow and a bit more after that. But for now she was ripe, perfection in a
tight skirt and heels. Beautiful and deadly, like his dear heart.

The slayer shook in his embrace. Nothing more than a glorified shiver, oh no,
the slayer didn't let her feelings out and overwhelm. She was subtle in every
way. Spike let time ease it's way to a stand still as her eyes remained on
him. She was gorgeous. He could remain in this moment forever, letting time
run out. This was happiness in it's purest form, like perfect snow before
dogs. The slayer was his.

Tension stretched time out and on. Spike stared down and hoped for her to
speak. Begged for release from the suspense of this moment. It was so basic,
so instinctive, so inevitable. It was what they were both made for, what all
creatures were made for but especially them, especially tonight.

Her lips parted, full and wet by a gentle lick of her own. Spike felt
everything welling up in him. His blood burned as his ears strained to hear
her as she whispered, "Let's do this right."

A growl of pleasure escaped him. The tension snapped. Spike slid his left
hand into her golden hair. Her head was tilted up to his. Spike felt his
fangs descend. He twisted his hand. Her neck snapped, bones shattering. The
vibration rode itself out up both his arms. Spike let out a primal scream as
her body slid to the asphalt.

Time gave him the pleasure of seeing it slowly. Her eyes darkened. Her hair
flared out around her like a sail and her body tapped the ground, bouncing
slightly. She crumpled like an old newspaper.

Spike pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he took an impossibly
long drag. Letting it out with the air of a satisfied man, he told her,
"Things always happen in threes, slayer." He dropped the cigarette on her
silvery top.

Crushing it out with his boot, Spike wondered if killing Faith would be
pressing his luck.

End.

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Subj: Inevitable
Date: 5/7/2001 12:11:17 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Lady RHood
To: Coe42

RATING: PG...maybe PG-13 if you're really sensitive.
SUMMARY: It has to do with Spike and Buffy...other than that I can't say.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own either of the characters. Joss Whedon, the WB and Fox
are the lucky bastards who do. All I own is a large supply of monkey crack.
NOTE: This is for Dare because she goaded me by saying this: "of course, you
could just pretend that I'm ignoring you and write some b/s :)"

Inevitable
by: Rebecca Carefoot

Spike stared into Buffy's blue-green eyes, tracing the curve of her eyelashes
with his gaze. She watched him silently as he studied her, as he learned the
planes of her face. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he had
ever seen. More beautiful even than Drusilla.

The moonlight glinted in the blonde hair which cascaded around her shoulders,
lightly touching the golden skin of her neck and her bare arms. She was
dressed for the Bronze, silvery tank top, black skirt, high heels. Spike ran
his tongue briefly over his lips. She was truly a vision...a Slayer at the
top of her game, in the prime of her life. Glorious.

Gently he traced her cheekbone with his thumb. His lips quirked up into a
smile as he heard her breathing speed up. Her eyes, flicked to the side, to
his hand, then back up to his face. Her eyes were so wide and so very
innocent. He stroked her cheek again.

She was trembling, shaking just the slightest bit. Her eyes tried to hide all
emotion, but her body betrayed her. He realized that he was trembling too. He
hadn't felt this way since, well...ever. Like electricity jolting through his
body, her nearness coursed in his veins.

The moment seemed to stretch, elastic. He could not have said how long they
stood that way. Seconds, but it seemed like hours. Time ceased to exist,
leaving nothing but the two of them. He realized that they had become
separate from everything, that they had become the most important thing in
the world. Eternity paused for them. Time was forced to slow, to stop,
because what they did meant too much. It meant more than the laws of the
universe.

This was the way it had to be. It had been inevitable. Everything in their
lives, everything that formed them as beings, everything that influenced them
had been driving them toward this moment. The weight of it struck him with
its depth, its resonance. There was no other way it could end, there never
had been.

He wondered if she was going to say anything. He wondered it he wanted her
to. She said nothing. She only watched him, silent, accusing or accepting? He
wasn't sure which. He decided it was better that way. Not knowing. He placed
his hands on either side of her head, entangling his fingers in her hair.

He heard her breath catch in her throat, as she held it...waiting.

Then he jerked her head with all his strength, hearing the dull crack of bone
as her neck snapped. Silently he released her body, and she sank to the
ground.

*She may be beautiful,* he thought to himself. *But she's no princess.*

end