Title: Every Night the Moon is Mine
Author: Karen U
E-mail: ksu2@juno.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, and 20th Century Fox
Distribution: If you've got my other stuff, you're welcom to this.
Otherwise, please ask
Summary: Spike thinks about Willow
Spoilers: Through A New Man
Notes: This has nothing to do with the series I wrote
Dedication: For Inell - I really suck at challenge fics, so I thought I'd
just write you a W/S

I hate the day. It’s nothing more than a bloody nuisance. Stuck inside,
not a damn thing to do but watch the telly and drink pig’s blood.

I hate pig’s blood.

I don’t care what anybody says, it does not taste the same as human blood.
It’s rather like drinking a diet drink instead of the real thing. You
pretend not to care about the difference, but you do.

And now I live in a damn crypt, so I can’t even watch the telly. No bloody
electricity.

So I sleep.

And I dream.

About her, of course.

Her hair is as red as blood, which, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, is a turn-on
to any vampire. Not that that’s the only thing I like about her. She’s
also bloody brilliant. Brilliance isn’t exactly a quality that I demand
from those I spend my time with, but a person has to be interesting.
Drusilla was insane and unpredictable, and Willow... well, she’s Willow.
Don’t ask me explain about Harmony, because I don’t bloody understand it
myself. Stupid chit. She made a terrible demon. Whoever sired her should
be staked.

But back to my dreams.

Yes, I dream about Willow. I dream about her every bloody day. I have ever
since I kidnapped her more than a year ago. I should have known something
was wrong then. But no, I just carried on, trying to prove that I hadn’t
gone soft.

Then there was that thing with the Ring of Amarra. When Harmony wanted me
to kill Willow, and I wouldn’t. I just didn’t want to kill her, and I knew
Harmony would explode into a fit of rage if I changed the redhead.

Harmony exploding.

Hmm. Maybe I should have changed Willow right then.

And then came that whole incident in the dorm. Holy Hell, how I wanted to
turn her. It was my intent all along.

Damn bloody implant.

And then she comforted me! ME! William the Bloody, who had just tried to
kill her, and she comforted me because I couldn’t do it.

I love that girl.

Yes, that’s right. I love her. I wish I could rip out the entrails of that
stupid wolf and... ow. Damn, my head hurts.

Sorry about that. I forgot. Violent thoughts bad.

Anyway, that’s why I went to the Slayer and her little friends for help. I
wanted to be around Willow. And I was, for a while. She’d come to see
Giles, then later Xander, during the day, and I’d get to see her.

But now I’m in this bloody crypt, and I don’t even have that.

I probably shouldn’t have moved out of that stupid basement, but it was damn
near impossible to live with Xander without being able to kill the bloke.
That boy is annoying.

So now I’m stuck all day without my Willow.

But night, now night is a different story.

At night I’m free.

I may no longer be able to kill anything besides demons, but I can still
kill them. At least I’ve got that much.

And I can see her. I can follow her, watch her.

Protect her.

I’ve saved her life. She doesn’t know it, but I have. Creatures start to
approach her, but then they sense me, see me, whatever. The point is, they
know I’m there. And I kill them. That is, of course, my thing. Killing.
Killing creatures in the darkness, with only the light of the moon shining
down on their terrified faces, is a wonderful feeling. The strength, the
power. It’s all mine. Every night the moon is mine.

And so is Willow.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

The End