Previous Entry Share Next Entry

Ficlet! Ill Met by Lamplight

This is for mommanerd's Death of a Salesman Mini-Ficathon, where a Sales Rep must be offed.

I did some Spike/Drusilla. This is completely unbetaed, and I think my fastest ficlet ever.

Ill Met by Lamplight by Bogwitch

“What are you then?” The woman coos. “Spike said I could have you for my birthday.”

“I’m a… a Salesman,” Eddie is prostate on the floor, Spike’s boot is pressed hard on his back, pinning him down to the loose, gritty gravel that’s cutting into his cheek. His blood is pooling beneath him, soaking into his suit from injures he’s in too much pain to account for individually. He tries to move and get a good look at the young English couple who’ve attacked him on the way to his car, but the man just applies more force and Eddie fears for his spine. It’s late, he’s been working after-hours and he just wants to get home to his wife, but these punks won’t let him go.

“What do you sell?” she leans down curiously. “Pretty posies for the maids going dancing?”

Eddie splutters. No words can form on the little breath he can get into his lungs. His wallet is theirs already; they don’t need to kill him, but he knows this is where his life will end.

“Dru,” the young man waves her away, “we don’t need his life story.”

She pouts, her face a porcelain doll of innocence until you look in her eyes. “You said we could play a bit.”

The pressure on Eddie’s back is released as Spike goes to her and holds her face his hands, kissing her gently on the forehead. “And we shall, sweet, we shall.”

Eddie takes the opportunity to try to run. A tremendous blow to his chest stops him before he can crawl two feet, as Spike kicks his prey so hard that Eddie is tossed like a football into the goal of the chain link fence. He bounces off and slumps in a heap. His sternum’s shattered and he can’t take in air. The dry rasp of his breath is his death rattle. He’s dying.

“I think you’ve broken Dolly!” Dru giggles. “Naughty. He hasn’t come to tea yet.”

Through his pain, Eddie can see the childlike woman lose interest. Instead she pulls open his briefcase. Spike takes a sheaf of paper from her and rifles through it, looking for who knew what.

“Boring!” The man sneers and tosses the paper carelessly into the air. A document worth millions is whisked away on the wind, now worthless in the dirt. When he turns back to the dying man there’s something wrong with his face. “Come on, pet. Leave that. You’re missing the best bit.”

She swings into his arms with an unnatural grace and suddenly they lose all interest in him, it’s obvious that Spike is enchanted by this gothic beauty, as he picks her up and dances with her in the harsh light of the sodium lamp.

The last thing Eddie sees in this life is not the sad faces of his children or the sterile ceiling above a hospital bed, but two undead lovers, bound by time and death and blood, embraced in death’s parody of an exquisite kiss.

  • 1
Oh, Spike n Dru! I like Spike n Dru! :0) I've even got just the right icon for it.

I enjoyed the cold nastiness of your story with just a taste of romance at the end. Often people forget that Spike and Drusilla were violent killers as well as being sexy.

It's the cold nastiness I like. I very nearly did one with the minions kicking the saleman's head around like a football. I still might.

The icon is very appropriate, glad you like. I have a Spike/Dru hole in my icon collection. I'm very tempted by the Spike/Dru ficathon, yet there's another Spuffy one, oh heck...

I'm very tempted by the Spike/Dru ficathon

Yes, me too, although I really have retired... except for just one last fic... ;0)

It's all too much, but people keep tempting me.

It's all too much, but people keep tempting me.

It's an addiction, but whatcha gonna do? I'm just lucky I'm so lazy! ;0)

I just thought, I've got some Spike and Dru icons going begging at if you're interested.

:) This one will do, thanks. i'll have to have a go a making one myself when I can be bothered. Eep that was #49...

This one will do, thanks.

Mmm,nice one. All romantic but just off to murder the couple on the balcony.

Oh, I adore Spike and Dru! Especially, when they're nasty, wicked and tender.

(Incidentally, it's funny, but I ship Spike with pretty much every woman but Buffy, which maybe isn't fair. After all, Dru hurt him as much as Buffy did, but Hello, insane vampire! I just never could warm up to Buffy after she left him in the alley in DT. That's probably why I gravitate to fic where he's paired with Dru during his happy days of mayhem or paired with someone, such as Tara, that post-S3 Spike can be tender with.)

Funny, all that horribleness is why I like Spuffy.

I can only really ship a couple if I feel there's love, or the potential of love on the side of both parties. I don't think it was until long after Spike got his soul that Buffy actually saw him as a person with real feelings. Before then, she pretty much treated him as a bot, a (disgusting, evil) thing. And I think Spike was right when he told her she didn't love him. By the time the end of S7 rolled around, she cared for him, but it was never love. At least not the romantic love that Spike needs and deserves.

I'm not as negative as that. I can't say that they really belong togther though. But I think there was something very strong between them, whether it developed properly or not.

Wow! You painted a picture with this story, and it was perfect Spike/Dru.

Plus, you made me feel sorry for the salesman. How can I go back to work and fume at the poor buggers now?

Thank you!

Oops. Maybe I should've written the 'Salesman's head' football story instead!

Glad you liked.

You really captured Spike and Dru - such brutality, and then that unexpected sweetness between the two of them. Well done!

Thank you

Spike and Dru, a couple of contrasts!

Perfect, just perfect! You've got them both spot on. Wonderful nastiness and all that underlying passion between the two of them. Great stuff!

Damn. I may have to give up on the idea of writing Dru.

Thanks! I wasn't sure about by ability to write, but she wrote herself in the end. I really like writing this amoral attitude to what they're doing.

Damn. I may have to give up on the idea of writing Dru.

Don't be silly. You manage Ilona alright, you can handle Dru. Besides you're commited now.

Perfect little ficlet - great Spike voice, but above all, great Dru voice..and vivid imagery. That poor dolly, all messed up and broken...

Thanks. I like letting the horror streak go on occasion.

I think the key to Dru is to keep her to a minimum.

Eeep! ::begs for carriage returns:: I find your journal layout very difficult to read and with no carriage returns between paragraphs I'm copying this into Word to read.

::does so::

Ha! Urk. Heee! Aw.

death's parody of an exquisite kiss

So Spike and Dru! ::loves::


Carriage returns annoy me so much when I print things out, but as you're not the first to moan I'll stop it.

I find your journal layout very difficult to read

Can I ask why? I've never had a problem (except on the main page where it all squeezes up for a reason I've yet to fathom. Is it that?)

This was amazing - I loved the final image of Dru and Spike dancing in the artficial light - brilliant!

It occurs to me that the character of Dru lends itself to first person writing extremely well. Now, of course, I'm off to find other characters who are the I've got to find out if it's characters or writers that work for me in first person!!

Thanks. I rather like this one myself (perhaps as it was a little piece of catharis after dealing with salesmen).

I think you're talking about present tense, as I haven't written a single thing in first person, as that's a style I hate. I'd say it is the atmosphere that makes it work.

Yes - sorry, I meant to say present tense. And I agree with you about the atmosphere. It definitely has to suit the style.

  • 1

Log in

No account? Create an account