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| Untitled NFA Drabble by Regala Electra A/S What begins first is nothing. That is what must pass between them, nothing and the rain splattering down, blood running down their bodies, some of it theirs, some of it not, and most of it - it's all blood in the end. That's all that remains. His vision is blurred, a bad cut across his brow and he doesn't want to think his eye is severely damaged, but it is enough to render Spike in shadows and mist, fading into a large outline that is *Spike* but all the harsh edges are faded, lost in blood and blackness. He knows his line. More are on their way. That's what he's supposed to say, and the moment will be lost, and the battle will begin anew, but Spike looms ever closer and Angel opens his mouth and tastes - rain, blood, regret. Spike. He brings his good arm over the black shape of Spike, finds purchase in the wet locks and presses more firmly and insistently against Spike's mouth, trying to find anything that is not pure, but whole in Spike, and finding only fragments. There are traces of memories, of better times, and never hope. A crack of thunder. A laugh, Spike breaking away. "You fucking romantic poof. Now? Soddin' arse." Angel reaches out, finding the sharp cut of Spike's jaw, rubbing against the soaked smoothness, knowing he is being obvious. He has accepted it. "We die?" Spike's mouth clamps down, moving far too quickly, but not breaking skin, this is a mere promise. "No fucking way, Angelus." They know that more are coming. But as they seek each other in the darkness, in the rain, they know as well, that there are worse ways to die and no better way to live. It is always blood in the end. -End Feedback |