|
|
|
Temptation Waits |
|
|
|
Temptation Waits Disclaimer: The usual... just a fan, don't sue. Author's Note: Lyrics taken from "Temptation Waits" by Garbage. My first serious attempt at a fanfic. Possibly part of a series. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll tell you something From behind the shelter of a wooden beam, he watched her dance. Watched her move to the streaming rhythm of Garbage. Watched her twist and tear at his heart. I am a bonfire Yeah, that was him alright. Waiting for a moment that would never come, if she'd meant what she'd said. But she never said anything she didn't mean. He lifted his shoulders in a bitter shrug. You come on like a drug That was him, too. Addict. Never getting enough. Just one look at her... that golden hair, those expressive eyes... how could anyone ever get enough of her? And there's so much at stake He reached over for his beer without looking at the can, sipping at it while his eyes stayed on the Slayer. He hadn't needed anyone for how many years now? His mind briefly flitted down Memory Lane to Drusilla. Fine, he'd needed her. For so many decades she'd been all he ever needed, wanted. I'll tell you something He winced slightly at that line, then mentally berated himself for doing that. Just a stupid song, that's all. Chip or no, he was still the Big Bad. His mind left Dru's address on Memory Lane and shifted down to another memory. A much smaller one... nowhere near the century and more he'd spent with Dru in length, but incredibly painful all the same. "You don't know what you mean! You don't know what feelings are!" I have my reasons He'd killed Slayers before. Twice. So why did this one matter so much? Not like he needed any more trophies on his wall. He'd done the 'death and destruction' gig before. In less than 150 years, he'd gone far. He smiled slightly at that. Not bad for 127 years' worth of nights. You come on like a drug But this one... she was different. He cocked his head to one side to study her as she danced. It wasn't that he'd never been able to kill her. No, it was more than that. What was it he'd said to her that night? "The only reason you've lasted as long as you have is you've got ties to the world... your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here..." And there's so much at stake Also, she was the only Slayer he'd ever loved. Yeah, that'd be different, too. You are a secret His thoughts drifted back to the song that poured out of the Bronze's speakers. She wasn't his, though. If she had it her way, he'd have fitted into an ashtray quite a while ago. She'd never be his if she had it her way. You come on like a drug Unconsciously his hand slipped into the pocket of his leather duster. Feeling the packet of cigarettes there, he withdrew his hand and took another mouthful of his beer. Another habit of his, but nothing like the one out there on the dance floor now. And there's so much at stake How often did someone like her come along? She was everything he'd once hoped for... that one shining star among the clouds, the one perfect rose among the weeds. He'd thought those dreams had died when he had. His mouth twisted into a sour smile. Funny how those wishes lasted a lifetime, died when you did, and then came back to bite you on the ass. When I'm not sure what I'm living for (when I'm not sure what I'm) The thought hit him... just why was he "living", anyway? He'd tried to stake himself once... didn't go so well, considering that Xander and Willow had walked in on him. When I'm not sure what I'm looking for (when I'm not sure what I'm) Had to be her. The blond one, the one dancing just over there with her friends. He finished his drink and looked down at the empty can in his hand. There was a lot to be said for hope, that was for sure. When I'm not sure what I'm living for Suddenly he closed his hand around the beer can, crushing it, watching as a single drop of blood fell to the floor. He tossed the mangled bit of aluminum into the trash before leaving the Bronze. There was a lot to be said for pain, too. The End |
© 2001 Death-Marked Love