Honeymoon In Vegas
Some part of his consciousness still remained.
He
knew this to be so, because it was trying to kill him. At least
he thought that’s what all the pounding and nausea was all
about. He knew, when he was fully awake, and not vomiting into
the toilet, he’d be very disappointed with himself.
Not
half as disappointed as Buffy, Dawn and Willow would be, of course.
He’d
done it again, got involved with a witchy woman, though thankfully
not currently demonic anyway. Being drunk was no excuse, he knew,
but how else would he explain marrying Phoebe Halliwell in Vegas?
More
More… god, he needed more.
It
burned in just the right way, settling into his gut like wildfire.
He didn’t think he could get enough. He caressed with his
tongue, murmuring sweet nothings, licking all over to make sure
every part was covered.
Delicious.
He never thought having Andrew around would have been a good idea,
but if Andrew being here resulted in such orgasmic goodness, well,
who was Spike to complain. After all, it made him feel alive,
and not quite so insane.
Besides,
who knew that the boy made the best spicy buffalo wings this side
of Memphis?
Harris Homelife
The house was empty.
Flickering
streetlights reflected off dark windows, curtains open like there
should be life. A woman cooking dinner, a man reading the paper.
Normal things.
Things
I wished I’d had when the house was full. Instead there
were door slams and angry slurs, empty bottles and backhands.
If I tried hard, I’d see where the wall had been patched
after my dad had slammed my head into it at age fifteen, and made
me plaster the hole over.
My
house is empty now, like most of Sunnydale, but I can’t
help thinking it’s full of haunted things.
Waking Up
I was three months old when Death Eaters killed my parents.
I
didn’t know this until many years later, when that world
began to heal. When the Death Eaters were finally banished forever
and the wizard Ministry began to make amends to those aggreived.
I didn’t know I’d been aggreived, living in uncomfortable
oblivion in Sunnydale.
I
didn’t even know what I was capable of, the adopted son
of Marlene and Frank Levinson. Poor little Jonathan, the brunt
of the cruel highschool jokes. But when the wizards came and gave
me the spells to set me free- Watch out world
~Fin~