Two for Memorial
Nov. 14th, 2006 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garnigalTo quote Harry Chapin, "not up to contemporary professional standards". However, it's more words than I put in my Nano.
Stories
“You see a lot when you’re around a hundred-odd years,” Spike said.
“And those were some very odd years, I bet.”
“Xander.” The three girls spoke together. Not angry, just more interested in Spike’s stories than Xander’s quips.
“Thing is, you don’t care. It’s all just happening around you. Then you get a chip or a soul or grow some compassion or whatever, and you have... regrets, I s’pose.”
“Regrets?” Willow asked.
“It’s like I didn’t feel it right the first time.” Spike paused. “Realize now there was more to it than being jealous than some soldier’s killed more’n me.”
Never Happened
She didn’t like to think about it much.
When she was asked, she put it down to tragedy, to bad luck, to a breakdown in morality.
When she was asked, she said it was a car accident, a heart attack, a drive by shooting.
She never told them what she really saw. She never told them about the golden eyes, the vicious laughter, or the grasping hands.
She never told them about the teeth.
She never told them that she ran away and left him in the alley to die.
But then, she didn’t like to think about it much.
Stories
“You see a lot when you’re around a hundred-odd years,” Spike said.
“And those were some very odd years, I bet.”
“Xander.” The three girls spoke together. Not angry, just more interested in Spike’s stories than Xander’s quips.
“Thing is, you don’t care. It’s all just happening around you. Then you get a chip or a soul or grow some compassion or whatever, and you have... regrets, I s’pose.”
“Regrets?” Willow asked.
“It’s like I didn’t feel it right the first time.” Spike paused. “Realize now there was more to it than being jealous than some soldier’s killed more’n me.”
Never Happened
She didn’t like to think about it much.
When she was asked, she put it down to tragedy, to bad luck, to a breakdown in morality.
When she was asked, she said it was a car accident, a heart attack, a drive by shooting.
She never told them what she really saw. She never told them about the golden eyes, the vicious laughter, or the grasping hands.
She never told them about the teeth.
She never told them that she ran away and left him in the alley to die.
But then, she didn’t like to think about it much.
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