Headful of Ghosts, pt 27
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Very short, but I don't think this is the end yet.
They get into the first car that will start, and drive. Twice, Xander has to roll down the window and throw up, even when there's nothing left in his stomach to get rid of. Spike complains about the smell, which sets off another round of dry heaves because it reminds Xander of the smell of all that blood, like being in a slaughterhouse. Seeing Doyle like that...
The fact that part of Xander had wanted to believe that Doyle could make everything okay just makes it worse.
"We shouldn't have gone back," he says bleakly, looking out the window.
"Told you that more than once," Spike says, driving.
It doesn't sound reproachful, but Xander can hear the echo of what he said in his own head. "I didn't mean it like that."
Spike frowns. "It doesn't matter."
Xander's tempted to let it go, but he decides not to. "Yeah, it does," he says. "I just meant... it's like I took him to his grave, you know?" It's melodramatic, but it feel true.
"You didn't know," Spike says.
"Maybe I didn't know that exact thing was going to happen," Xander says, swallowing. His throat burns from stomach acid. "But I knew something could."
Spike glances at him. "Don't think you'd have been able to talk him out of doing what he did," he says.
Xander looks out the window. Everything going by is dark, shadowed. There are fires and thick smokes. It's all gone to hell. "Yeah, I guess," he says, because he doesn't know what else to say.
He keeps watching as they drive; he doesn't know what he's looking for.
They get into the first car that will start, and drive. Twice, Xander has to roll down the window and throw up, even when there's nothing left in his stomach to get rid of. Spike complains about the smell, which sets off another round of dry heaves because it reminds Xander of the smell of all that blood, like being in a slaughterhouse. Seeing Doyle like that...
The fact that part of Xander had wanted to believe that Doyle could make everything okay just makes it worse.
"We shouldn't have gone back," he says bleakly, looking out the window.
"Told you that more than once," Spike says, driving.
It doesn't sound reproachful, but Xander can hear the echo of what he said in his own head. "I didn't mean it like that."
Spike frowns. "It doesn't matter."
Xander's tempted to let it go, but he decides not to. "Yeah, it does," he says. "I just meant... it's like I took him to his grave, you know?" It's melodramatic, but it feel true.
"You didn't know," Spike says.
"Maybe I didn't know that exact thing was going to happen," Xander says, swallowing. His throat burns from stomach acid. "But I knew something could."
Spike glances at him. "Don't think you'd have been able to talk him out of doing what he did," he says.
Xander looks out the window. Everything going by is dark, shadowed. There are fires and thick smokes. It's all gone to hell. "Yeah, I guess," he says, because he doesn't know what else to say.
He keeps watching as they drive; he doesn't know what he's looking for.
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Date: 2005-09-10 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 12:58 am (UTC)Julia, just guessing, and praising
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Date: 2005-09-10 01:12 am (UTC)I mean that in a good way.
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:20 am (UTC)Cool.
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Date: 2005-09-10 03:14 am (UTC)Seriously. I am in awe of you and this story.
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Date: 2005-09-10 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-10 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 06:14 am (UTC)This is so dark and disturbing...but such a good story. It's like the car accident you just can't help looking at when you drive past.
I missed about 10 chapters and got to read them all at once..and thank GAWD! I would've had serious mind f*cks, if left to my own sick imagination for too long (raised on King, Koontz, Barker and more...) As it is I'm shaking inside, feeling a bit 'not right'...and I really DON'T squick....ever!! It wasn't the gore that got to me...it was the real emotions, the devastation and Spike finally putting Angel out of his misery. Don't know why Spike kept taking the beatings and rape...although, I guess I kinda do... Sire and all. Plus Spikes has NO self-worth!! Poor baby. Man, this really effected me....in a deep, cerebral way!! I'll be thinking about this for days. BUT I LIKED IT!!! NO WORRIES!!
Now how about some nice hurt/comfort for Spike and Xander?? Take us back to a safe place...or not?
Thanks for this amazing story. Gosh, I just can't shut up about it. Hard impact, yeah?
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Date: 2005-09-10 06:22 am (UTC)It's always the what ifs that get you, isn't it? The possibilities that haunt you in the middle of the night. I can just feel his stomach churning and his guilt.
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:16 pm (UTC)