Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike Themed Drabbles and Icons: Black and White
Word Count: 458
Date Written: 27 November 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
His life had never been black and white until now. Now the truth of who he was and what he was supposed to do lay in his arms. He hadn’t been turned into a monster all those years ago for no reason other than to escape his cruel and lonely fate as a human. He hadn’t suffered through all that time with Drusilla without purpose. The old adage was true: there was a time, and a reason, for everything. And his reason was finally sleeping with a little smile lifting her beautiful face.
That smile was so sweet and such a welcome sight after all her endless hours of worrying. Spike had to curl his fingers around Buffy’s hands to keep from reaching up, tracing her smile, and risking waking her. She needed her rest, as he’d told her, before tomorrow’s big battle came. He’d be right there beside her. He still didn’t know how it would work out, but he knew one thing for certain: if there was any way he could save her, he would. He wouldn’t think twice about it.
She was his reason, his purpose, his one true love. Everything in his long life had been leading him slowly to her, and at long last, she’d let him in. She was almost done baking, as she liked to call it, and she was still here with him. Chastely, he kissed the top of her blonde head. “I’ll be right here with you, pet, for as long as I can,” he whispered.
He wasn’t sure what would happen tomorrow, but he was certain of one thing: he’d make sure she survived, even if it cost him his own life and soul in the process. He would have died long ago if it hadn’t been for her anyway, and he had already been living in a type of death before she’d come bursting into his world. She’d made him realize everything that was missing and had awakened his true self deep within the monster he’d become. He had his soul back now, and it was all because of her. It was only fitting that he give it for her.
Besides he’d gladly do anything for her, because she was everything to him. He held her close and kissed her head again. He’d feigned sleep earlier, but now that he knew she was asleep, he’d spend the rest of the night awake, watching over her, and trying his best to memorize every detail of this moment and her gloriousness so that he could hold both to him in the Hell that would follow tomorrow’s final battle. It didn't matter if he didn’t survive tomorrow night. All that mattered was that she lived to love and save again.