Fanfic: Man On A Mission (Internal Dialogue Series 6/7)

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Title: Man On A Mission
Series: Internal Dialogue 6/7
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Spoilers: Lover's Walk
Summary: After his refreshing trip to Sunnyhell, Spike is ready to take matters back into his own hands.
Word Count: 637
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 11-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Spike POV.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

The music blares, and I'm happy. I'm more focused than I've been in months.

I'm a man on a mission.

And it's thrilling me.

I wind down the window slightly, pushing out the butt of a cigarette. The sun briefly touches my fingers, but not long enough to hurt. Hell, not even long enough for my flesh to start smoking.

I grab another fag out of my rapidly-emptying packet and stick it in the corner of my mouth. Unable to find my lighter after a cursory examination of the passenger seat, I contemplate the notion of sticking my hand out the window, waiting 'til it combusts and using the subsequent flame to feed my nicotine craving.

I laugh.

I actually laugh at that.

I find my Zippo and light the ciggie, taking a deep drag, still chuckling over the imagery.

Fuck it feels good.

It feels better than good, it feels normal.

Why did it take me so long to figure it out?

Why did it take another trip to southern California's favourite Hellmouth to realise what I should do?

I want her back.

I will get her back.

I'm a man on a mission.

My head moves rhythmically with the music as I peer out the painted-out windows of my DeSoto. It smells of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke.

But not for long.

Soon it's going to smell of... yes, said alcohol and stale cigarette smoke... but also of lace and satin.

Of dolls and dresses.

Of that unique perfume that's her favourite... she won't tell me what it's made of, but it reminds me of a flowering garden at midnight.

Of my Dru.

I gun the engine. I know I'm exceeding the speed limit, but since when have fines ever applied to vampires?

Or more appropriately, who's ever given a vampire a speeding ticket and seen the sun rise another day?

But it is daytime, I can't risk being asked to step out of the car, so I curb my enthusiasm.

Just barely.

I'm a man on a mission.

It was the trip to Sunny-freaking-hell that did it.

I mean, look at the Slayer and Paingel. She sends him to Hell on the tip of her sword and he still makes it back in time to most likely accompany her to her senior dance.

That's so ridiculous, it's just got to work.

If he can come back from Hell, all soul-having and resume a relationship -- no matter how much they're both in denial -- after doing some of the shittiest things he could to the one he loves... there is no way that Dru can hold what I did over my head for the rest of my life.

A few hundred bottles of alcohol, a decent spot of violence or two, and I'm back in the saddle again.

I can even tell her that 'her Angel' is back amongst the unliving. That should cheer her up a bit.

Should have known that even Hell couldn't keep the trotting nonce away.

Yep, the trip to Sunnydale was certainly one of my better trips in recent times.

Getting to punch my sire fair in the mouth was also a highlight.

As was being able to fight beside him.

Just one more time.

I snigger. Who'd have thought I'd ever be happy to see the poof, complete with soul again? Certainly not me. And not only did he stop that dozy Slayer-bitch from staking me a number of times... I can't help but give him a bit of credit for helping me decide on what to do.

Fuck, no matter what I've ever said, I still can't manage to hate him with my entire being.

He gave Dru to me once, and he set me on the path for getting her again.

A smile forms at the corners of my lips, soon turning into a fully-fledged cocky grin.

Thanks Paingel.

I'm on my way to make my wicked girl mine again.

I'm a man on a mission.

~finis