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Spike's Decision/Angel's Failing	By : PervertedPages Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 1466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Spike's Decision/Angel's failing (Stand alone)

Pairings: Mention of Spike/Dru

Appropriate Ratings: R

Warnings: character death, dark.

Word Count: 986 (As per Word 2007 Word Count)

Beta: purpledodah and laazikaat

X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-

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She was in his arms and he cried. He had spent over a century loving this woman, and now… now she was locked in her mind, lost to the world. Now and then she’d cry out, sob, shriek, but mostly mumbled… she was finally lost to him. The burning fishes and screaming stars had finally become too much for her. He rocked her as he held her in his arms and cried such heaving sobs.
He should have known this day would happen. Years and years of madness, slowly spiraling until reality was the illusion and she couldn’t find her way back anymore. Angel had told him, he could feel a connection through the sire line, and he found her. She was wearing filthy clothes, filth over her hair and body, she didn’t know how to clean herself any more. She was emaciated, patches of skin dry and dying as she went through the last stages of starvation. She was suffering and it was Angelus’s fault. If he hadn’t driven her mad… if only, she’d be fine.
He stroked her hair, humming softly. A brief brilliance of light in her eyes as she drifted back to lucidity for the first time in months. “My knight in shining armour…. Do you have the strength for your final task? Please? It’s all I want from you, please, it hurts.” And then she started sobbing uncontrollably until she finally drifted into a fugue state, then away again, she was gone…. Who knew how long until she came back, just for a moment.
He stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her one more time, whispering undying love. Silently he reached beside him and pulled out her final fate.
“I’ll always love you, I promise to never stop,” and with that he plunged the stake home, his beloved mad princess turned to dust in his arms, even as he wept at her loss.

~*~

He scrubbed away the filth at the window, his big hulking form hanging on a pole, looking inside through the tiny scrape. When he could focus on what was going on inside, if he’d had a heart it would have frozen. He saw his blond childe, kneeling on the ground, his long haired brunette childe in his arms.
He’d told Spike as soon as he sensed her fall over the edge, his Dru, Spike’s dark princess. He couldn’t deal with it. He should have, that’s why Sire’s can sense this slip, this fall. It’s their duty to remove the threat to their existence, they’re the one that brought the threat to the world, their responsibility.
He saw her speak, her voice too quiet for him to hear, her hand on his shoulder as she looked at him with such hope and pleading. Angel scented the tears, and he hated himself even more. He should have sent an assassin after her, not her lover. This was cruel, this was inhuman, how could he do this? Because he was a total coward in every sense of the word, utterly a coward who couldn’t even bring himself to stop this and take over.
It was done in a cloud of ash, and Spike cried and cried and cried. He loved Buffy, but he still loved Drusilla, his dark plum.
Angel dropped from the wall and drainage pipe, landing quietly, and went to the door to the factory. He walked in through the boarded up door, the plywood carefully pulled away just enough to let his large chest and shoulders pass. He walked through the main rooms at the front, the offices and storerooms and bathrooms, and who knew what else. He went to the back of the factory, where he knew he still was.
He lit two cigarettes and wordlessly handed one to Spike. His childe wordlessly took it in his shaking hand, and took a puff into useless lungs. Angel sat across from him and passed him a bottle. Spike looked at the label and raised his eyebrow. This was the good stuff, Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac. “Can’t believe you bought this, or that you’re willing to share it.” The blond said.
“No reason to keep it, is there? Drink up. It’s the good stuff.” They silently passed an hour passing the platinum, 24k gold and diamond glittering bottle to each other. Spike didn’t ask why Angel had a two million dollar bottle of cognac in his pocket, or when he’d started smoking again, but it was helping his tears. They were silent, even after the smokes sputtered out at the filter.
“I’m sorry.” It was all Angel could say, he didn’t know what else he could offer.
“You’re bloody sorry? You never killed your mate of over a hundred years when it should have been the Sire of the line! YOU! You should have done this, YOU!” He launched himself at the bigger vampire who just put the bottle down and blocked his blows, never throwing one, now and then letting one or two slide in.
After a good long time of Spike just fighting like a mad man, he fell against his Sire and just cried and cried and cried. “I thought I could make her better…”
“I know you did Will, I know you did” Angel whispered into the blonds’ hair.
“You did this to her! You made her mad, you did! If it wasn’t for you she’da been a good girl, she’da been fine!”
“You never would have met her Will, she never would have been a vampire…. Everything happens for a reason.” Angel looked somber, holding his childe.
“That bottle better not be all you brought,” he sniffled, deciding to nick the bottle, it would be worth a pretty penny.
Angel laughed and pulled in a crate of identical bottles. “Hardly. To her memory Spike.”
“To her memory” And they each drank over the ashes of his beloved plum.
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