Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

I'll Have You

Title: I'll Have You
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike/Angel, mentioned Angel/Buffy
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #418: Top Five Patsy Cline Songs
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 11 October 2016
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.

I walk the streets of this town, telling myself I'm the Big Bad and nobody dares mess with me. I can take any of these wankers but you. I could take you in a fair fight, but you've never been one to play fair. You twist the heart. You sink your image into a bloke's mind until he can't bloody well shake you.

That's how you control us, from the outside in. Maybe I'm going crazy -- you made Dru that way long ago --, but there are some nights when I just can't shake you. I remember the feel of your hands on my body, both when you were loving and when you were beating me to a bloody pulp. I remember the crazed look in your sexy, dark eyes. You wanted me, and it pissed you off that I was sexy enough, even back then, to fill you with lust.

That's all it ever was between us: issues of lust and control, never love. They say you can't love anybody, that you were too heartless then and too weak now, but I know she's got you. I smell your scent on that damn Slayer, and I want to rip her apart.

But I've learned my lesson well. I can get what I want much easier and better if I give things time to brew. You taught me that, and one night, you'll regret it. One night, far from now, when you think you've got your Demon under control and you're letting yourself love her and be her bloody puppy, when you both think you'll safe, I'll strike. I'll take her right in front of you. You'll beg for mercy for her, but I won't give it, no more than you ever gave me mercy.

You're going to learn, Angel. I'm the one who holds all the power now, and what I'm going to do to you both is far worse than anything that could be done with a mere railroad spike. When I'm done, they'll be calling me the heartless one and you the pansy. When I'm done, she'll be dead, and you'll be mine, and instead of filling my head when I try to rest with sweet dreams of you, I'll have you in my bed instead. I'll have you exactly as I want you for eternity. I'm coming, pet, and it's you this time who'll never be ready.

The End
Tags: angel: angel/spike
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