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synapticjava) wrote2006-07-13 10:42 pm
synapticjava) wrote2006-07-13 10:42 pm
In Sunlight or Shadow, an optional Epilogue
Alright, I know there were a lot of peeved people after I ended my last WIP, In Sunlight or Shadow, for a very obvious reason. I've been toying around with this for a few months, and have decided to write an optional epilogue for the story. I decided that this optional second ending fits the story just as well as the original ending did. They are two very different outcomes. You may choose to read this one, or not. It is entirely up to you. And for those that didn't catch it, or need a refresher, you can find all of the previous parts here.
Title: In Sunlight or Shadow (19/18), an optional Epilogue
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Feedback: It's my anti-drug. So unless you want me start abusing chocolate and crack, please leave some.
Notes: Vamp!Xander series; the usual applies: blood play, smut, schmoop and man-luvin.
Previous parts: here.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
The snow, slow and sweet, fell like feathers from the ashen sky, soft and floating gracefully to the ground. In an hour, maybe two, the scattered leaves and dying flowers on the forest floor would be covered, hidden until spring. The grey daylight was fading rapidly; with every flake that fell, shadows crept closer to the window of the tiny two-room cabin.
Nestled here in the middle of the forest, snuggled up against the foot of the mountains, sitting in front of the singing fire, Spike had never felt more alone, more removed from the world. Here, it seemed that Sunnydale was only a dream, felt like everything that had happened was only some sad comic strip that lacked the comedy. Watching the shadows from the firelight dance on the oak walls, waltzing with the snow outside, he sighed heavily and poked at a log with the iron rod. The satisfying pop reverberated throughout the room, startling him just a little.
Glancing out the window, he noted that the snow was falling heavily now. By morning, the cabin would be snowed in. Fine with me, he thought. Could do just fine staying in here forever. And never go back to that…place. He shuddered, trembling as the memories flickered across his mind like a broken projector reel, spliced with flashes of light and shadow.
He’d had trouble sleeping since that night so many months ago. He’d go weeks without being able to get more than an hour’s worth of sleep in. Nightmares plagued him, and he always woke up gasping, sweating. Often, he’d wake to the taste of blood in his mouth, finding that he had bitten his tongue or lips in his sleep. With tears on his cheeks, he would try to shake away the nightmare memories, but he would always fail…
…Xander’s eyes were open wide, tears staining his pale cheeks. The rushing wind stirred his hair. He must have been in pain, though he was smiling, laughing. Spike was unable to take his eyes him, despite the rolling flashes of lightening and the screeching of the demons as they entered Xander’s body, burrowing and flushing themselves into his flesh. Pride and love kept Spike still, only his voice calling out to his -almost gone- lover, singing softly at first, and finally screaming it as the din around them rose.
Spike was aware of the others, Tara holding a dazed Willow as she wept, Buffy howling, the watcher crying softly. These things he could see, feel, at the edge of his universe. But for him, the center of it all was Xander, their love. Eternity was such a short time. There would never be enough time for them, even if Spike wasn’t losing Xander.
The roaring began to subside, the flashes of lightening becoming fainter, as fewer and fewer demons were left swirling around the cavern, as they too were sucked through the sword and into Xander’s blood. The light in Xander’s eyes was fading, the cavern dimming. As the last chords of the song fell from Spike’s lips, Xander’s lifeless body fell to the ground, the sword sticking out of his chest scraping against the rock floor.
Sobbing and growling, screaming, Spike dropped to his knees beside his dead lover, cradling his hot body in his arms, rocking him back and forth. And he knew that from that moment on, everything was different. For the rest of time, he was made to walk alone…
Spike wiped a tear from his cheek.
He smiled dimly as strong, warm arms, wound their way around his chest. Warm breath against his ear, soft hair grazing his neck.
“You’re thinking about it again,” Xander’s baritone whisper brushed against Spike’s jaw.
Spike nodded, as more tears escaped his closed eyes. Tender kisses trailed along his jaw, neck, cheek. He leaned against the hard body pressed against his back, his hands searching for Xander’s, tightening the hold the human had on him.
“Why?” Xander asked tenderly. “I’m here now, with you. And I’ll never leave you again, Spike. Don’t think about it; try and forget it, baby.” He began to rock them back and forth, Spike cradled in his arms like a child.
“I almost lost you, Xan,” Spike choked out. “Almost lost you forever.”
“But you didn’t,” Xander replied, his voice calm and soothing. “I’m here.”
“I don’t know…I don’t know what I would’ve done, if…if…” Tears became sobs, and Xander turned the vampire in his arms, resting his head on his shoulder and pulling him tight.
“Let’s never find out, okay?” Xander sniffled, feeling tears on his cheek as well. “But Spike, if you have to remember it, remember it all. Remember that I came back to you.”
Spike nodded against his shoulder, feeling the pain and the loss subside, as he recalled the rest of what happened…
…Only moments passed, each one a thousand years, before Spike realized that Xander’s body was warm in his arms. His pale skin had burned to pink, peach, bronze. And as Spike looked down at the creature he held, Xander took a breath, his chest rising and falling. Spike heard the jumpstart, sputtering first heartbeat as blood started pumping through the mortal’s body.
Slowly, fluttering, Xander’s almond eyes opened, filled with a life light. A weak smile graced his ruddy lips, and a trembling hand came up to cup Spike’s cheek, thumbing away the tears there.
“Told you it would be okay,” Xander mouthed, unable to speak yet…
Xander leaned back and tilted Spike’s head up to face him. Slowly, they brought their lips together, softly kissing each other as they affirmed that not even death, damnation, or hell could keep them apart.
~The Very Very Last End~
Title: In Sunlight or Shadow (19/18), an optional Epilogue
Author:
chocgood84Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Feedback: It's my anti-drug. So unless you want me start abusing chocolate and crack, please leave some.
Notes: Vamp!Xander series; the usual applies: blood play, smut, schmoop and man-luvin.
Previous parts: here.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
The snow, slow and sweet, fell like feathers from the ashen sky, soft and floating gracefully to the ground. In an hour, maybe two, the scattered leaves and dying flowers on the forest floor would be covered, hidden until spring. The grey daylight was fading rapidly; with every flake that fell, shadows crept closer to the window of the tiny two-room cabin.
Nestled here in the middle of the forest, snuggled up against the foot of the mountains, sitting in front of the singing fire, Spike had never felt more alone, more removed from the world. Here, it seemed that Sunnydale was only a dream, felt like everything that had happened was only some sad comic strip that lacked the comedy. Watching the shadows from the firelight dance on the oak walls, waltzing with the snow outside, he sighed heavily and poked at a log with the iron rod. The satisfying pop reverberated throughout the room, startling him just a little.
Glancing out the window, he noted that the snow was falling heavily now. By morning, the cabin would be snowed in. Fine with me, he thought. Could do just fine staying in here forever. And never go back to that…place. He shuddered, trembling as the memories flickered across his mind like a broken projector reel, spliced with flashes of light and shadow.
He’d had trouble sleeping since that night so many months ago. He’d go weeks without being able to get more than an hour’s worth of sleep in. Nightmares plagued him, and he always woke up gasping, sweating. Often, he’d wake to the taste of blood in his mouth, finding that he had bitten his tongue or lips in his sleep. With tears on his cheeks, he would try to shake away the nightmare memories, but he would always fail…
…Xander’s eyes were open wide, tears staining his pale cheeks. The rushing wind stirred his hair. He must have been in pain, though he was smiling, laughing. Spike was unable to take his eyes him, despite the rolling flashes of lightening and the screeching of the demons as they entered Xander’s body, burrowing and flushing themselves into his flesh. Pride and love kept Spike still, only his voice calling out to his -almost gone- lover, singing softly at first, and finally screaming it as the din around them rose.
Spike was aware of the others, Tara holding a dazed Willow as she wept, Buffy howling, the watcher crying softly. These things he could see, feel, at the edge of his universe. But for him, the center of it all was Xander, their love. Eternity was such a short time. There would never be enough time for them, even if Spike wasn’t losing Xander.
The roaring began to subside, the flashes of lightening becoming fainter, as fewer and fewer demons were left swirling around the cavern, as they too were sucked through the sword and into Xander’s blood. The light in Xander’s eyes was fading, the cavern dimming. As the last chords of the song fell from Spike’s lips, Xander’s lifeless body fell to the ground, the sword sticking out of his chest scraping against the rock floor.
Sobbing and growling, screaming, Spike dropped to his knees beside his dead lover, cradling his hot body in his arms, rocking him back and forth. And he knew that from that moment on, everything was different. For the rest of time, he was made to walk alone…
Spike wiped a tear from his cheek.
He smiled dimly as strong, warm arms, wound their way around his chest. Warm breath against his ear, soft hair grazing his neck.
“You’re thinking about it again,” Xander’s baritone whisper brushed against Spike’s jaw.
Spike nodded, as more tears escaped his closed eyes. Tender kisses trailed along his jaw, neck, cheek. He leaned against the hard body pressed against his back, his hands searching for Xander’s, tightening the hold the human had on him.
“Why?” Xander asked tenderly. “I’m here now, with you. And I’ll never leave you again, Spike. Don’t think about it; try and forget it, baby.” He began to rock them back and forth, Spike cradled in his arms like a child.
“I almost lost you, Xan,” Spike choked out. “Almost lost you forever.”
“But you didn’t,” Xander replied, his voice calm and soothing. “I’m here.”
“I don’t know…I don’t know what I would’ve done, if…if…” Tears became sobs, and Xander turned the vampire in his arms, resting his head on his shoulder and pulling him tight.
“Let’s never find out, okay?” Xander sniffled, feeling tears on his cheek as well. “But Spike, if you have to remember it, remember it all. Remember that I came back to you.”
Spike nodded against his shoulder, feeling the pain and the loss subside, as he recalled the rest of what happened…
…Only moments passed, each one a thousand years, before Spike realized that Xander’s body was warm in his arms. His pale skin had burned to pink, peach, bronze. And as Spike looked down at the creature he held, Xander took a breath, his chest rising and falling. Spike heard the jumpstart, sputtering first heartbeat as blood started pumping through the mortal’s body.
Slowly, fluttering, Xander’s almond eyes opened, filled with a life light. A weak smile graced his ruddy lips, and a trembling hand came up to cup Spike’s cheek, thumbing away the tears there.
“Told you it would be okay,” Xander mouthed, unable to speak yet…
Xander leaned back and tilted Spike’s head up to face him. Slowly, they brought their lips together, softly kissing each other as they affirmed that not even death, damnation, or hell could keep them apart.
~The Very Very Last End~
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I think I lurv you:) I couldn't picture anything but a lonely Spike wandering forever alone at the end of the story. It's a great story. Sad endings leave me sooo depressed. Sooo thx from the bottom of my "happy endings" heart. Smooches and hugs and all that schmoopy stuff. LOL
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