For those of bạn who know me, you'll know my two yêu thích characters ever are spike and illyria (bet bạn can't guess my fave season :P) they are also a couple i tình yêu so i thought i would write this short fanfic and make spike and illyria the first Angel fanfic.
bạn can place this short piece anywhere after "a hole in the world" in season five but i think it would go best somewhere in hoặc after "origin". It is err i'm never good at rating so i'll just say it's 13+ and tell bạn it has slight sexual suggestion, a bit of violence and some very mild language. As bạn can hopefully see from the hình ảnh it is set on the roof of wolfram and hart.
The hình ảnh use in this người hâm mộ fic where altered bởi me specifically for this but all image rights remain to fox, i have put đường dẫn to bigger and better versions below... although i realise they're not great but i only had some fuzzy screen huy hiệu to work with so my apologies. Okay i'm gona shut up now, enjoy
Spike stood on the roof looking down, his ears tuned to pick out anything amongst the traffic. As he looked over the city people in their căn hộ and offices carried on completley oblivious...it was what they did best.
A slight footfall a few meters behind him instantly sharpened his senses, he inhaled...it was Illyria. She didn't smell salty and metallic like humans, like Fred, no that was completely erased and in it's place something sweeter, something spicy like molasses and chili....and...he inhaled again...channel? Eyebrow raised he turned to face her
"Perfume the new way to rule the world, now, is it?" Illyria stared, trying interpret the way this odd english creature spoke
"It belongs to the easily excitable blonde that Angel keeps to do his bidding, she proclaims it is something women spray on their skin to attract men." Illyria paused and tilted her head, walking towards him slowly. Spike was always fascinated bởi the way she moved, every step was precise and powerful and yet she still looked uncomfortable in Fred's body.
"Are bạn attracted to me now?"
"What? Oh, well err steady on, i don't think it quite works like that love"
"I told her the màu hồng, hồng potion would not work but she is insistent and her voice displeases me"
spike chuckled "yeah harm can be that way sometimes...so err exactly who were bạn trying to attract, pet? our boy Wes?"
"Someone"
"Okay then...good luck with that...i guess" Spike turned to leave.
"Why do bạn attract one another? bạn connect your skin and lips and then one of bạn leaves hoặc dies. What do bạn gain from this?"
Sighing with his back to her he spoke through clenched teeth "I wish I could explain it to you, I wish I could explain it to me, heck I wish I could ring Buffy up and explain it to her"
"Buffy?"
"Someone."
"Someone like this shel- someone like Winifred Burkle was to Wesley?". Spike turned to her and pulled out a rumpled pack of cigarettes, "yeah" he đã đưa ý kiến softly before Illyria cut in with a groan and clung her hands to her head. Spike's brow furrowed, "something wrong, blue?"
"you!" she hissed "you and your human friends, making me like you, making me correct myself, me, Illyria, god to a god, correcting herself to save feelings over something gone. Doubting herself to please some vampyr who instead of ripping pestilent humans to shreds and bathing in their blood, protects them and màu sắc his hair and nails...nails i should pull out and cut bạn open with for the insolence of addressing me any other way than "Illyria""
"so errr "big blue" and "pet" are out then, yeah?"
Illyria turned swiftly and in the same motion punched spike, his jaw making a crunch that would have once been satisfactory to Illyria's ears.
Spike was knocked to the ground and his cigarettes landed in a small puddle.
"Hey!" he đã đưa ý kiến picking himself up "that was my last-" he was cut off bởi a kick to his chest that sent him 10 feet, spinning in a arch before his body reverberated off a wall, coughing and spluttering small droplets of blood he braced himself for the tiếp theo impact but instead he felt leather brush his stomach and pressure on his thighs. Illyria straddled spike pinning him to the floor
"you owe me a pack a smokes" spike đã đưa ý kiến throwing first a right and then a left hook.
"Silence!"
spike threw another two punches and Illyria caught each one easily, she locked them together with her own hands and pinned them also to the ground above his head.
Spike wriggled underneath her "like it rough do we?" he cocked a eyebrow and grinned
"your lip is bleeding"
"well love, when bạn bít tất, sock someone with those whacking great boots of yours it tends to bust them up a bit"
"What is blood? It is the main nguồn for your life and magics and many other things in this world...yet it is not powerful nor has no great purpose but somehow necessary....like relationships" She released his hands and lent back a bit. As she stared up to the night sky, spike slowly raised himself on his elbows, wiped the blood from his mouth, all the time searching her face. Her tiếp theo di chuyển was anyone's guess but he could tell she had never felt distress hoặc confused bởi her own place in the world before, he could relate.
"you could look at it that way but blood is also life, life in it's purest form, it keeps bạn going, makes bạn warm, makes your tim, trái tim warm, it has it's purpose in life, in magic even in you." He nodded to her own bleeding lip. "Doesn't matter if bạn don't understand it hoặc it's purpose but bạn have to know it's important...like love"
Illyria stared for a moment, like she was processing what he had said. Suddenly she lent down and kissed spike awkward and uncertain at first but as her confidence grew she leant down fully and kissed harder as they both relaxed in to it. They could both taste the blood form each others punches and chẻ, phân chia, split lips and this only made both them thêm passionate.
When they finally broke free Illyria stood up and walked to the edge of the roof, not looking at him she seemed to switch back to her usual detached self
"Thankyou - spike, the thêm i learn about this world, the thêm i experience, the thêm i am interested to explore things further" she turned to face him as he stood and bushed himself off.
"Don't normally get a thankyou after a snog" he grinned and sauntered towards her feeling slightly tipsy from the taste of her blood and the smell of the sunrising
"so bạn err plan on exploring any more?" Illyria looked at him and smiled slightly it was hard to tell whether she understood what he meant.
"Maybe...i still do not understand so much and your inexplicable customs amuse me," She turned on heel and walked towards the door
"so what are bạn off to learn now, blue?"
"The green one told me i must try the breeze of the sea" she paused, tilted her head and smiled slightly and in a awkward robotic way đã đưa ý kiến "Goodbye...pet"
bạn can place this short piece anywhere after "a hole in the world" in season five but i think it would go best somewhere in hoặc after "origin". It is err i'm never good at rating so i'll just say it's 13+ and tell bạn it has slight sexual suggestion, a bit of violence and some very mild language. As bạn can hopefully see from the hình ảnh it is set on the roof of wolfram and hart.
The hình ảnh use in this người hâm mộ fic where altered bởi me specifically for this but all image rights remain to fox, i have put đường dẫn to bigger and better versions below... although i realise they're not great but i only had some fuzzy screen huy hiệu to work with so my apologies. Okay i'm gona shut up now, enjoy
Spike stood on the roof looking down, his ears tuned to pick out anything amongst the traffic. As he looked over the city people in their căn hộ and offices carried on completley oblivious...it was what they did best.
A slight footfall a few meters behind him instantly sharpened his senses, he inhaled...it was Illyria. She didn't smell salty and metallic like humans, like Fred, no that was completely erased and in it's place something sweeter, something spicy like molasses and chili....and...he inhaled again...channel? Eyebrow raised he turned to face her
"Perfume the new way to rule the world, now, is it?" Illyria stared, trying interpret the way this odd english creature spoke
"It belongs to the easily excitable blonde that Angel keeps to do his bidding, she proclaims it is something women spray on their skin to attract men." Illyria paused and tilted her head, walking towards him slowly. Spike was always fascinated bởi the way she moved, every step was precise and powerful and yet she still looked uncomfortable in Fred's body.
"Are bạn attracted to me now?"
"What? Oh, well err steady on, i don't think it quite works like that love"
"I told her the màu hồng, hồng potion would not work but she is insistent and her voice displeases me"
spike chuckled "yeah harm can be that way sometimes...so err exactly who were bạn trying to attract, pet? our boy Wes?"
"Someone"
"Okay then...good luck with that...i guess" Spike turned to leave.
"Why do bạn attract one another? bạn connect your skin and lips and then one of bạn leaves hoặc dies. What do bạn gain from this?"
Sighing with his back to her he spoke through clenched teeth "I wish I could explain it to you, I wish I could explain it to me, heck I wish I could ring Buffy up and explain it to her"
"Buffy?"
"Someone."
"Someone like this shel- someone like Winifred Burkle was to Wesley?". Spike turned to her and pulled out a rumpled pack of cigarettes, "yeah" he đã đưa ý kiến softly before Illyria cut in with a groan and clung her hands to her head. Spike's brow furrowed, "something wrong, blue?"
"you!" she hissed "you and your human friends, making me like you, making me correct myself, me, Illyria, god to a god, correcting herself to save feelings over something gone. Doubting herself to please some vampyr who instead of ripping pestilent humans to shreds and bathing in their blood, protects them and màu sắc his hair and nails...nails i should pull out and cut bạn open with for the insolence of addressing me any other way than "Illyria""
"so errr "big blue" and "pet" are out then, yeah?"
Illyria turned swiftly and in the same motion punched spike, his jaw making a crunch that would have once been satisfactory to Illyria's ears.
Spike was knocked to the ground and his cigarettes landed in a small puddle.
"Hey!" he đã đưa ý kiến picking himself up "that was my last-" he was cut off bởi a kick to his chest that sent him 10 feet, spinning in a arch before his body reverberated off a wall, coughing and spluttering small droplets of blood he braced himself for the tiếp theo impact but instead he felt leather brush his stomach and pressure on his thighs. Illyria straddled spike pinning him to the floor
"you owe me a pack a smokes" spike đã đưa ý kiến throwing first a right and then a left hook.
"Silence!"
spike threw another two punches and Illyria caught each one easily, she locked them together with her own hands and pinned them also to the ground above his head.
Spike wriggled underneath her "like it rough do we?" he cocked a eyebrow and grinned
"your lip is bleeding"
"well love, when bạn bít tất, sock someone with those whacking great boots of yours it tends to bust them up a bit"
"What is blood? It is the main nguồn for your life and magics and many other things in this world...yet it is not powerful nor has no great purpose but somehow necessary....like relationships" She released his hands and lent back a bit. As she stared up to the night sky, spike slowly raised himself on his elbows, wiped the blood from his mouth, all the time searching her face. Her tiếp theo di chuyển was anyone's guess but he could tell she had never felt distress hoặc confused bởi her own place in the world before, he could relate.
"you could look at it that way but blood is also life, life in it's purest form, it keeps bạn going, makes bạn warm, makes your tim, trái tim warm, it has it's purpose in life, in magic even in you." He nodded to her own bleeding lip. "Doesn't matter if bạn don't understand it hoặc it's purpose but bạn have to know it's important...like love"
Illyria stared for a moment, like she was processing what he had said. Suddenly she lent down and kissed spike awkward and uncertain at first but as her confidence grew she leant down fully and kissed harder as they both relaxed in to it. They could both taste the blood form each others punches and chẻ, phân chia, split lips and this only made both them thêm passionate.
When they finally broke free Illyria stood up and walked to the edge of the roof, not looking at him she seemed to switch back to her usual detached self
"Thankyou - spike, the thêm i learn about this world, the thêm i experience, the thêm i am interested to explore things further" she turned to face him as he stood and bushed himself off.
"Don't normally get a thankyou after a snog" he grinned and sauntered towards her feeling slightly tipsy from the taste of her blood and the smell of the sunrising
"so bạn err plan on exploring any more?" Illyria looked at him and smiled slightly it was hard to tell whether she understood what he meant.
"Maybe...i still do not understand so much and your inexplicable customs amuse me," She turned on heel and walked towards the door
"so what are bạn off to learn now, blue?"
"The green one told me i must try the breeze of the sea" she paused, tilted her head and smiled slightly and in a awkward robotic way đã đưa ý kiến "Goodbye...pet"
