FIC: SUNDOWNING-SHATTER

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

Disclaimer: All this belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Inc. 
(This..is gonna hurt!)



Drain Brameged Inc. Proudly Presents
A MAD-HAMLET Production


Sundowning
Shatter



That's it! I've had enough. No really, I cannot stand another 
bloody second of such high levels of human twattle and lack of brains. 

Two months, two long, boring, dull, patient and idiocy filled 
months! Can you believe that? And they havn't done a thing. The Scoobs 
I mean. They just sit around and, basically, let her grindherself into 
the ground. Pretending she's okay, pretending she's healing and 
pretending they're doing the right thing by 'giving her the space she 
needs'. 

Shyea..right.

In truth they're scared of her, what she's become. Powerful. 
Very very powerful. I should be scared of her. But I should be a lot 
of things. 

I should be a hunter.
I should be a killer, stalker. 
I should be able to feed where I will and be what I am. 

But I'm not, so if I can't be those things than I won't be 
that other thing. 

Namely..scared.
Or polite.

I miss Red. I really do, she was always such a hoot to be 
around. Ah..my little emotional duckling. I could just smile at her, 
or wave, maybe pass the odd comment that could be seen in so many 
diffrent contextes. 

She'd eep, or squeak..sometimes grab Buffy's hand. Even before 
they 'hooked up' she'd always dive behind Buffy when the ol' Spikester 
got to be too much to handle. Then again, with her ..mm..endurance 
'Too much too handle' could be simply saying 'hi'. 

Oh she was such a treasure. Really. A regualar corcocopia of 
human reaction that I just loved to play with. Hhhmm..yes, in a way 
she was my favorite toy. Particuarly, strangley enough, when she 
remembered she had a backbone. 

When I first tried to chomp her, and discovered the bloody 
chip, she was strange. Being sympathetic, having a pleasent 
conversation with that, which seconds, before had been trying to eat 
her. She had it bad though. Actually seeking reafirment of who she was 
from ..of all things..a vampire. Course her brain caught up eventually 
and she brained me with a lamp. 

You just don't get entertainment like that anymore. 

Literally.

For the last two months, I've gotten zilch, zip, nada..NOTHING 
from her. I've tried, in subtle ways, to sound her out, but a big fat 
zero has been my reward.

I swear I'm begining to go through withdrawl!

Which is one reason I'm out and about this fair eve. I'm going 
to find her, I'm going to find Red, find Willow..and the two of 
us..are going to have a little chit chat. 

It might even help her out a little. Crack that plug in 
her..whatever that's forcing herself to cut her own soul, deeper and 
deeper. Bleed the wound I will, break, bind and heal. That's 
me..a..kinder, gentler undead killing machine.

Right.

Nah, I'm just doing this for _FUN_.

And fun it will be, if I can just find the stupid bitch.



Hmphs..must be slippin' in your old age Spike. Should have 
checked here first. I mean, where else would she be really? Where else 
indeed but the grave. 

Yes, yes.._the_ Grave. It's the only one around here that 
matters. Unless maybe there's a grave with a handy dandy De-Chip the 
Vampire gizmo in them somewhere. That kinda grave would matter too but 
I digress.

She's kneeling, again, by Buffy's grave..her tomb..ooohh 
spooky and very very sad. Where her bones lie..bones? Well..not quite 
yet. Give it about another few years and there's be bones heck yeah. 
Shush..shush shush now, we're approaching holy ground and I must be 
respectful. That's always easy for one of my breeding. 

"Knock knock." I say rapping my fist on the top of Buffy's 
headstone. "Anybody home?"

"I heard you coming far away Spike." Red replies. She doesn't 
bother looking at me. Just keeps staring at Buffy's grave.

"Smell me too I imagine." I say and take a deep drag from my 
fag and blow the smoke in her direction. She doesn't flinch. This is 
going to be so...good.

"Doesn't matter." I continue speaking. "Wasn't talking to you 
anyway. I was, in fact, striking up a conversation with my favorite 
Slayer here so I'll ask you to mind your own buisness."

"Buffy's dead." She says plainly.

"You don't say." I snap back. "But..don't you think she's up 
there somewhere?" I sweep my arm across the sky. "Looking down upon 
all her loved ones, with them, and you, in spirit if not in actual 
body?" 

I grin. I would imagine it's not a pleasent one but I'm not a 
pleasent person. Thank God.

"Or is it more of a nature thing." I continue. "Returning to 
the Earth from which she sprang forth. Becoming part of the greater 
whole, part of all that is now around us. Like.." and I point. "That 
flower you're at this very moment crushing to death under your left 
knee."

She doesn't move. Doesn't even look at me. 

She merely takes a deep breath and sighs. "Buffy's dead." She 
says again.

"We are in total agreement." I say back. I rest my forearms on 
the headstone and lean toward her until our faces are inches apart. 

"But.." I say slowly, tasting each word. "You don't really 
believe that do you?" And I lightly poke her in the forehead with a 
finger. 

That got her attention and she turns her eyes to mine. 

It..takes quite a bit to get me nervous. I think she's beyond 
'quite a bit' and then some. Eyes are the windows to the soul..I read 
that somewhere. Or was it a movie..anyway..

Eyes tell us lots. Like my eyes, when I let the demon out, 
have told many people 'I'm going to rip your heart out, eat it, and 
then catch a good show later this evening. Have a nice day.' 

Her eyes. They don't say anything at all. Not a thing. Not 
even a simple 'I am here.' message. 

I learn right now that darkness is not the opposite of light. 
It's just it's absense. Whatever is inside her, inside Willow, Red, 
right this very second. That's the absense of light!

It takes a bit of doing but I don't look away.

"Of course I do." She says. Still in that plain voice.

"That's a new look for you." I say changing the subject. Have 
to keep her off center. If she even has a center anymore. 

She glances down at her apparal. The color red has been a 
pretty consistant theme with her for a while now but she's wearing 
something diffrent today. A white t-shirt, with a pair of light green 
slacks. At her waist is her ever present bag of sawdust(Yeah I've 
heard of that trick. I rather approve.)

She shrugs, re-locking eyes with me. "Can't wear red forever."

Back to action. "You don't belive she's dead." I say. "Buffy I 
mean."

"I know what you mean." She interupts. Tsk..whatever happened 
to manners? Not that I actually believe in them, I just use em' to my 
advantage.

"Excuse me Red." I hold up a hand to stop her. "But don't you 
mean to say 'I know who you mean?'"

That shuts her up and I cock my head a little to the left as 
she takes a moment to gather her thougts. Such as they are. 

She finally nods. "Yes." She says quietly. A..tonal value 
change. Happy, happy day..er..night.

"Intresting fun fact of vampires." I say, keeping my head 
cocked to the left. Just the right of tone too, light hearted, 
irrelevant with just a dabble of scorn. Natural Spike voice actually. 
"We can smell emotions."

She nods again. "I know. I read it when doing reasearch. It 
was in-"

"Yes, yes, yes.." I flap my hand and make a quiet snorting 
sound. "I'm sure Ye Olde Book of Boring Blither Blather Volume 
Fifteen of UmpteenGillion, is a facinating topic but one I glibly, and 
happily shove aside."

"The point being," I light up another ciggie. What. It's not 
like they can kill me. "We, meaing yours truly, can smell emotions. 
Feelings. And you know what Red me luv, me darlin?"

"No." She says in that monotone voice. She's back to starting 
at the grave. "What?"

"I can smell it on you." I inhale and hold it..enjoy the 
warmth on the inside for a change. Let it out through my nose. "It's 
right here." I point to a spot just below her throat. "Locked up 
tight. Stuck, if you like to think of it that way. A solid block of 
feelings that cannot go back and _someone_ will not allow foward."

"What is it then?" She asks. 

"Oh that's easy." I shrug and stand up straight. I start 
walking around her and the headstone in a small circle. Round n'round 
the mullberry bush. "Grief mostly, pain, a lot of self pity but the 
big big biggie..the..Big Bad of the whole gobstopper you got there. 
Why..that's disbelief."

"So!" I say, I continue my pacing round n'round. "Not only are 
you not beliveing, you're lying about your not believing." 

She doesn't say anything. I pause and study her closely from 
behind. She looks the same, still..solid. Unmoving...hang on a mo'. 
What's this? Why..I do declare! It seems the toes on her left foot 
have begun to go all all a'tremble.

Neat!

I bend over, at the waist with my hands behind my back. I 
flick the remains of the fag off into the darkness. 

"What's that moon mean Red?" I ask. 

The so called Moon is in fact stuck somewhere between three 
quarters and a new moon. A few thin whisps of clouds are between it 
and us. I don't really care what it means, if anything. Just another 
topic change..food for the game.

"You're all such a Wiccan and such." I continue to say. "Moon 
phases, moon this that, tides, etc..etc.. Growth cycles and other 
whatnot. What's the moon to you and yours now?" 

She raises her head slightly and looks upwards for a second 
before returning her gaze to the headstone.

"It means nothing." She says. "It's not in any state to be 
useful. It's just a moon."

"Ah." I say. "Thanks pet. I did wonder sometimes." 

I resume my pacing.

"Did you know," I begin. "That my Drusilla was very much into 
the moon? She liked it quite a bit. I don't think she had any hocus 
pocus mumbo jibber jabber attached to it but she was rather fond of 
watching it wane, getting smaller and smaller with every passing 
night. She used to say, 'There's a big daddy vampire up there Spike. 
He's drinking the moon and one day I shall meet him. I'll meet the big 
vampire who drinks the moon and he'll take my hand in his, kiss my 
fingers and the two of us shall go out to tea.'. I never could 
convince it was just a big rock."

I light up my third fag of the night.

"So." I press on. "One night I ask her what's happening to the 
'Big Daddy Vamp' when the moon is getting bigger. She simply said, 
'Oh, it's such a big meal that he can't hold it in. So he spends a 
great deal of time puking it back up. I do hope I never meet him then. 
He'd positivily ruin my dress!'." I take a drag.

"After that wonderful bit of mental imagry I never really 
brought it up again." I finish.

Red doesn't move. I'm not sure if she even heard me. 

Right. Time for the big guns.

I crouch down on the balls of my feet in front of her.

"You don't really belive she's dead." I say again. 

"You might feel it here." I point to her heart. A heart that 
just a second ago sped up quite a bit. I can hear it.

"You might even believe it here as well." I tap her left 
temple. "But that's just two parts of the whole ducks. Not the 
complete package."

I stand back up. "Still..time flies doesn't it? How long has 
it been exactly? Since we put Buffy in the ground I mean."

Red shrugs. "Around two months. I think." 

I pretend to be shocked. "You mean you're not sure?" I gasp. 
"You? The love of her life, that which she fought and died for above 
all else. To insure that the world would exist for you to live in and 
be...well..alive? You? Not being sure? The person that Buffy, the 
Slayer, died for so you would not be sucked into some nameless hell 
and spend eterinity as some beasite's sex toy..." 

I close my eyes briefly, this is very close to the line. Even 
for me.

"Again?" I finish.


She doesn't react. SHE DOESN'T REACT!!

Jesus Christ, Lord in Heaven have mercy..this..this is really 
bad!

No..no wait.

Scatch that God, ignorne by blathering.

Yes. I can smell you Red. I can hear you. I know you from the 
inside now and I have you!

I can smell your sweat, it just started streaming down the 
inside of your shirt. I can hear your muscles tightening beneath your 
clothing, I can hear your heart beat faster and faster.

Yes! I can smell the salt Red. Willow. Duckling. Behind your 
eyes I can smell it gathering. 

You're mine.

Now. Now for the kill.

"How long has it been again luv?" I ask. Again I crouch on the 
balls of my feet before her.

"Ab.." She swallows. Better and better. "About two months."

"You're never going to see her again." I say soothingly. 
"Never hear her laugh with you as you babble. Never watch a sad movie 
and comfort each other. No more meetings at the magic box either, 
rolling your eyes together as Anya embarresses dear, dear, Xander 
again and again and again."

I bring my hand up slowly and rest it on her shoulder in a 
gentle fashion. This last bit requires physical contact. Angelus would 
be proud..stupid weak willed little sod that he is.

"How long?" I whisper now, hunching closer. Bringing my face 
scant inches from hers. "How long has it been?"

"Eight..eight weeks or so." She tries to shrug, a gesture she 
was quite good at but now fails miserbaly.

"Those soft lips of her." I whisper. "Never going to kiss 
them." I'm really careful now. I trace Red's lips with the tip of a 
finger. Slow..slow..be strong..be deadly. If she detects weakness 
you're spatter Spike. 

"No more whispers in your ear." I whisper into her ear. "No 
more arms holding you close in the dead of the night." I move my hand 
back to her shoulder and slowly..slowly..slide it across her back. 

"She'll never arch into your touch." I whisper. I begin moving 
my thumb along the base of her neck. Back..and forth. Feather light I 
am. "No pleading, no gasps of pleasure. No more hot streaks moving 
down your body as she moves you higher and higher. Together, you'll 
never move together again. She'll never..." I pause. Stroke the 
fingers along the hairline. "Ever..cry out your name in ecstacy 
again." 

"No." She whispers. 

Now.

I grab her face between my hands fiercly. "How _LONG_?" I 
shout. "TELL ME!!"

"EIGHT WEEKS, THREE DAYS, SIX HOURS!" She shrieks back at me.

"AND?" I'm holding her eyes open with my fingers, forcing her 
to look at me, not letting her run away from this. I have her head in 
my hands and I'm not going to let go and not do what has to be 
done...namely forcing her aknowledge the truth. Yes, someone gave her 
her truth once, but now I've got a new one for you and you're goint to 
eat it. The whole bloody thing!

"THIRTY SEVEN MINUTES!!"

I let her go.

"Well." I say pulling myself to my feet. "Wouldn't be fair of 
me to expect you to know the exact second now is it?" I glance over my 
shoulder at her.

"Buffy." I hear her. "Oh Buffy, Buffy..no.. no no ..no!" 

She's hunched over, arms crossed over her chest. Saying 'No' 
over and over again. 

I want a cigarrette. 

I think I'll have a cigarette.

As I'm lighting up she stops sobbing. That was brief.

She looks at the grave again, I think she's seeing it for the 
first time. Who know. Freud I ain't. Who would want to be? Seeing 
everything as penis. Disgusting. 

"I'll find you." Willow says.

It's a quite voice. Normal whisper really. So..why does I feel 
the sudden urge to run?

The temperature drops, it's ring around us. It's COLD!

"I'll find you." She says again and starts to rock back and 
forth on her knees. 

"Red." I say.

It's getting colder. I can see her breath and a light sheen of 
frost just crisped over all the local vegitation. 

"I'll find you!" She says even louder. "I'll find you if it's 
the last thing I do!"

Her rocking has gotten faster and faster, I can't smell her 
anymore. Ozone, that's all I have around me. It's everywhere. Cold and 
Ozone. What the hell is going on?

I take step backwards. "Red." I try again. "Whatever you're 
doing I suggest you stop!"

Her eyes lock with mine and they are now ...Mary mother of 
God. 

Before there was nothing, now there is ...she has Everything 
in her eyes.

"I'll find her Spike." She gasps at me. "Tell the others I'll 
_find_ Buffy!"

Are those small rocks around the grave FLOATING?

Running appeals to me right now. Pity I'm not going to ge the 
chance.

Everything goes White. I mean White with a capital 'W' and I 
think I'm being tossed head over buttocks. (Damn you Gump!)



I land hard, that's gonna smart! But..I'm alive...er..undead. 
Whatever. I'm still here.
I clamber to my feet and take in my surrounding.

I look around. Nothing seems any diffrent. Buffy's grave is 
right there. Grass looks fine, no scorch marks, nothing. Red's gone 
though. No sign. No body or ashes, nothing again. 

Hang on a second. The..flower. The flower she was sitting on. 
All the grass she was sitting on. They're..straight. Like...hmmm..like 
she was never there.

Wierd.

Oh well. 

I straighten my duster, brush off a few pices of dirt. Not the 
reaction I was expecting but it was still fun. Maybe I fixed her too. 
We'll see. 

Right now I fancy a game of pool.

As I walk away from her grave I feel a tune coming on and just 
this once I give into it. 

"Happy trailssss...to you...until we meeeeet again."


Authors Notes: One to go. Trust me.