Fanfic: Perfect (Internal Dialogue Series 2/7)

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Title: Perfect
Series: Internal Dialogue (2/7)
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angelus/Spike/Drusilla
Spoilers: -
Summary:  The perfect evening.
Word Count: 262
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 11-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Spike POV
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

Soft body. Mahogany curls.

Sleeping peacefully.

Mine.

Perfect.

She stirs. Eyes blink. Small smile.

Hand touches my face. Gentle caress.

Cool skin to cool skin.

Loud knock. Door swings.

Dark eyes. Chestnut mane. Knowing smirk. Raised eyebrow. Subtle hand gesture.

My lips curl in a smile.

Invitation accepted.

Get up. Dress quickly. Help Princess.

Tie a ribbon in her hair. Matching ribbon on Miss Edith.

She smiles. Claps her hands.

Heart melts.

His proffered arm. Princess takes it.

I falter. Eyes downcast.

Replacement.

Hollow.

A touch. Startled.

Her cool hand in mine. Squeezing tight.

He looks at me. A sparkle evident. Shared request.

I nod.

Perfect.

Time to make the town burn.

+ + + + +

Booted feet. Delicate shoes. Pebbled streets.

Look up.

Black night. Stars shine. Moon a sliver.

Perfect.

Man walking ahead. Quickly. In a hurry.

Not any more.

Attack.

Dragged into dark alley. Strong hands hold him fast.

Push the mortal towards him. Eyes close.

Offer appreciated, but formally declined.

Tear his head back. For Princess.

Demure smile. Chaste kiss on my cheek.

Ridges form. Exquisite, terrifying beauty.

Perfect.

Smell the fear. Blood pounding. Roaring.

Senses inflamed.

Flesh torn. Life ebbs.

Blood flows. Resplendent carnage.

She looks up. Crimson lips. Passion uncontrollable.

Ravaging kiss. Need unbearable. Demon clamors.

My teeth tear. Life gone. Thirst satiated.

For now.

Look at my companions.

Dainty smile. Approving nod.

I smile.

Hunt far from over.

Countless victims. Sometimes alone. Sometimes shared.

Always appreciated.

Moon whispers. She dances.

Graceful. Impassioned. Illuminated. Feminine.

Perfect.

He watches. Enraptured like me.

Dark. Cultivated. Predatory. Masculine.

Perfect.

Belonging to the night.

As I belong.

As I belong to them.

False dawn glows.

Hunt ends. Hunger appeased.

Pacified until next darkness.

Home. Clothes discarded.

Cool skin to cool skin.

Painful. Tender. Violent. Soft.

Perfect.

Sleep beckons. Rest in a tangle of limbs.

Feminine. Masculine.

Soft body. Mahogany curls.

Hard body. Chestnut mane.

Together.

Mine.

Sleeping peacefully.

Perfect.

 

~finis