Just a Nightmare
This story was written as
part of the AoVD
Lyric Wheel Project. The theme for the wheel was
"Crossover." Lyrics were provided by Lilith.
Dom goes out for a drive and ends up on the 'weird' side of town. Or does
he? This is a Buffy/Angel/TFATF crossover type deal. Don't look for the
poof cause I only mention his name once or twice. I thought two vamps
might be a little too intimidating for our fave street racer and thought
the singing green guy was less scary. Well…okay… I'm not scared
of him! ::giggles::
These lyrics were a bit tough. Heck the idea of sticking a Vin charrie in
a different fandom was tough. This was the best I could come up with and
I'll just apologize now for the bad writing. What can I say? Spike made me
It was a cool night for
August. The recent shower of rain that had blanketed LA heightened the
humidity of the air but still Dom shivered as he made his way through the
streets with his window down. It had been a long day. Too long. And now he
was seeking the solace of a dark smoky room where the beer was cold and
the patrons non-judgmental.
Due to the impending
holiday and the day of the week, most bars were closed. Still Dom drove,
seeking those glowing neon lights that would allow him to forget the
events of the day and hopefully drown that nagging ache in his chest. A
friend had told him of an out of the way club where the owner was a bit
strange and the regulars even stranger. "Just don't forget your
earplugs if you ever decide to go, man. The drinks are great but you might
damage your hearing if you have to listen to those 'people' singing
karaoke." Dom just chuckled at the memory and continued his quest for
the elusive "Caritas."
The dusty black Desoto
pulled into the parking lot with the subtlety of a freight train and the
loud music faded only when the ignition was finally switched off. A tall
blonde man kicked open the door in an angry rush and continued mumbling as
he staggered towards the entrance to the bar.
"Never again, Slayer.
You won't 'ave ole William the Bloody to kick around anymore! I'd rather
work for the bloody poof!"
His vision blurred
momentarily, making him stumble along the curb. The vampire reflexes
kicked in a second too late and he crashed to his knees and rolled halfway
out into the street and into oncoming traffic. Right in the path of a
shiny red sports car.
Dom was scanning the
storefronts down the side of the road and never noticed the blonde walking
down the sidewalk. He slowed as he reached his destination, but not
enough. As if in slow motion, Dom watched the Billy Idol look-a-like fall
into his path and swerved a second too late.
A loud thump, bump and
whump as the body was flipped into the air, over the hood and finally
landing in a heap behind the car. The brakes squealed in protest and Dom
jammed down on the pedal and quickly cut the car off. He leapt from the
driver side and hurried around to the crumpled form lying on the asphalt.
He could see a large cut bleeding on the man's forehead and began rapidly
checking the guy for a pulse in his neck and wrist. When he found none,
his whole body began to shake.
"Fuck! As if my day
wasn't bad enough? What the hell am I supposed to do now? I can't very
well call the cops!"
Large brown eyes began to
scan the street, searching for any possible witnesses to his crime as a
plan started forming in his mind. 'If I just pull the guy over to the side
of the road and leave, no one will ever know. The guy could have been some
bum that just died.' He shook his head as he noted the expensive albeit
well worn leather duster and boots. The youthful appearance of the dead
man also didn't hold with Dom's theory of this guy being just another
street urchin and Dom groaned again.
"I swear this just
isn't my day!"
"Well how the hell do
ya think I feel, mate? I had planned on getting sloshed not run
over!" replied a distinctive british voice that sounded oddly
The shaved head snapped
around to do a double take as the street racer watched in abject horror
while the 'dead' man got up and walked to the sidewalk.
Spike wobbled slightly as
he brushed the dirt from his clothes and grumbled about wet jeans and
Sunday drivers that never looked where the hell they were going.
"Ya know, all this
modern transportation is fine and well. But we never had the problem of
people running over a drunk fella when we traveled on horses. At least
those bloody animals had the decency to side step ya when ya passed out on
Dom could only blink and
work his jaw up and down. His voice seemed to have left on the midnight
train to Georgia and right now he wished he was with it. He ran two large,
bronze hands over his face and rubbed diligently at his eyes, praying that
his sanity would return and then he could deal with the dead guy like he'd
"Are you alright,
mate?" Spike inquired, shooting a concerned look at bulky guy still
crouched on the street.
Finally speech returned and
Dom could stop the two words that seemed determined to fall from his lips.
Spike laughed and nodded.
"Oh you're a bloody rocket scientist! Of course I'm dead! And a good
thing too or you running me over would have done me in for sure!"
Dom widened his eyes and
stared in shock as the words registered. "But you're..."
dropping his voice to a bare whisper, "Dead!"
"Uh, yeah! Already
covered that. Are you sure I didn't run you over and then tried to bite
you? That damn chip can send out some powerful pain and I've been known to
black out once or twice from it."
"Bite me? Chip? What
the fuck are you??"
Spike puffed out his chest
and stepped towards the racer with his hand extended. "William the
Bloody, or Spike to most blokes. Vampire extraordinaire. At your
Dom had been reaching for
Spike's hand until he heard the word "Vampire". Then he dropped
his arm suddenly and went back to gaping at the man, resembling a goldfish
rather than a human.
Sobered now, Spike helped
the cowering man to his feet and clapped him on the back.
"Let's go grab a drink
and I'll tell you all about it, mate. I promise, you won't be on the
An hour and half later, the
car had been parked and Dom was finally realizing exactly what his friend
had warned him about. Caritas was definitely not your normal bar. And
Spike wasn't your normal guy either.
As Dom nursed his corona
and Spike gulped down several bloody mary's (heavy on the bloody, light on
the mary) he listened to the bleached vampire's tale with morbid
curiosity. The more he drank, the less Dom really cared that none of the
story seemed to make much sense and sounded more like a television show
he's seen Letty watching a long time ago.
The thought seemed to erase
the last few hours from his mind and Dom found himself drowning in misery
once again. Letty was married and it wasn't to him.
"So what's your story,
Dom. What had your knickers all in a twist that you just decided to drive
through me rather than around me?"
Dom sighed and turned up
the bottle, emptying the contents. He just shook his head, unwilling to
pour out his heart like the vampire. Some pain was just not meant to be
"His love got married
today. To someone else. Am I right big fella?"
Dom looked up from the
empty bottle to find a green skinned demon with red horns and eyes staring
at him with a smile and fresh brew ready.
"....cow ...yeah, I
get that a lot. Listen you're not from around here are you, macho man? I'm
Lorne. And let me tell ya honey, you're gonna be happy that it wasn't you
down front at that church in a few years. Trust me."
"How do you know all
this?" the racer replied.
"Well let's ignore the
fact that you look like someone just stole your puppy and say that I just
know. Your aura is screaming it. Along with a lot of other things but I
think I'll hang on to those thoughts until you're sober. You won't
remember it now if I tell you anyway."
"What's that supposed
"What he means is that
you're sloshed and not really buying this 'Through the Looking Glass'
Alice in Wonderland demon bar scene. So you'd just block it out mate.
Takes time to adjust to the likes of us."
Dom looked at Spike with an
eyebrow arched and Spike met the look with a smug smirk of his own.
"It's not you guys
that are bothering me. Really. And it took 4 coronas for me to be able to
say that. But the green guy is right. She got married. Married my best
friend. And now I feel like such a fool for not seeing it."
"The name's Lorne,
fella, and trust me when I tell you, your drinking buddy knows all about
what you're going through. His true love keeps denying their relationship
all together. Like he's invisible or something."
Spike winced at the mention
of invisible but gave a sympathetic nod to Dom.
"He's right. Buffy
keeps coming back to me and after a little ruff and tumble in the sheets,
she goes back to pretending I'm the scum of the earth. I mean, I was
perfectly happy in my crypt. Then the powers that be decided I needed to
become the slayer's sidekick and WHAMMO! She just fell into my life. Now
I'm her bloody lap dog and every time she leaves me, my dead heart just
breaks all over again." The blonde took a long drag of his cigarette
and exhaled slowly, watching the smoke circle his head. "Never again
though," he said with determination. "I'm through with the likes
"Yeah right, boy
wonder. You and the champion keep saying stuff like that and yet you both
go crawling right back to them. I swear if I have to listen to him whine
more time about Cordy I'm gonna scream." Lorne shook his head and
stirred his pink cocktail before taking a dainty sip. "You might as
well face it guys it's destiny. You can't escape it."
Dom listened patiently but
they both ignored his questions about the so-called "Champion".
"Another basket case
like the two of you," Lorne supplied finally. "Why don't you
tell us more about your lost love? This heartbreaker got a name?"
Dom shrugged and sipped his
beer. "Letty. She came along right after my dad died. Stuck by me
while I was in prison. I swear she was like a breath of fresh air every
time she came to visit me. I'd known her before, of course. But not in
that way. She was just always there. Hanging around my sister, following
us boys around. When I thought I was gonna die after losing my dad, she
just slipped under my defenses and pretty soon she had filled that empty
space with her love. Hell I didn't know that love could feel like that, ya
"Boy do I, big guy.
Tell me more. I'm guessing something happened to cause trouble in
Spike had shifted on his
bar stool to face the racer and was now listening as avidly as Lorne.
"I bet that poof of a
friend moved in when you weren't looking, right? My bloody sire does that
to me every time!"
Lorne elbowed Spike to stop
him from interrupting and Dom smirked but continued. "Nah, I fucked
it up. Cheated on her. Stupid one night stand. She found out of course,
but we talked and she said that she'd forgiven me. What a crock! I
believed her though. Gave her everything I could. Even my heart." He
eyed the demons in his company and added, "Well as much as you can
give someone your heart, ya know?"
They nodded in agreement
and he continued with his sad lament.
"So a few months back
things go to hell in a hand basket. We all land in some pretty hot water
and I've got no choice but to bail on the whole scene. She didn't want to
be on the run with me, so I left her. Promised I'd be back for her as soon
as things settled down. So when I came back two weeks ago instead of her
welcoming me back she tells me that she's getting married. To Vince! I've
known this guy since the third grade! So there I was today. Standing at
the back of the church like some fool, watching her kiss him and say those
vows and remembering what it was like to hear her say shit like that to
me. Remembering what it felt like to kiss those lips."
The last sentence was
barely whispered as Dom got choked up on the memory and took a swig of
beer to wash down the lump that had formed in his throat.
His companions remained
silent as he fought to pull himself together and continue. For that small
reprieve, Dom was grateful. The three sat in an easy silence and finally
Spike broke the reverie with a quiet comment.
"The bitterest pill,
Lorne perked up and looked
sideways at the vampire while Dom stared in total confusion.
"What was that?"
"The bitterest pill.
The whole deal. She pretty much mocked you by lying to you about waiting
and saying it was all okay. Now you're wondering why the hell you went to
all the trouble. The idea that she played you for a fool makes you sick to
your stomach. And all you can do is take it. Just swallow it down and
stuff it deep inside you somewhere. Trust me mate, you'll be choking on
that pill for a long time. I should know. My Dru did that for over a
hundred years and I still get ill thinking about how I lost her. And all
over the slayer."
Dom rolled the words around
in his mind for a moment and realized that really was the truth of it.
Letty had hurt him. The same way he'd hurt her. And now he was having to
swallow the same bullshit he'd given to her when he'd cheated so long ago.
A bitter pill indeed.
"Well aren't you both
just a ray of sunshine? Listen, I've got a Parlach demon waiting for a
reading. Feel free to drown your sorrows, I'll throw it on Angel's
tab." He cast a wink at Spike when the blonde vamp smirked in
surprise. "Who am I to stand in the way of blocking out lost love,
huh? Besides, he's due a little payback for that butchered version of Mandy
I had to sit through."
Dom and Spike watched the
green demon shudder for effect and then walk off towards some large, red
creature that resembled an over grown smurf. They exchanged similar looks
of amusement before returning to their private turmoil and the alcohol
poisoning they were both working on.
Finally, as closing time
neared, they both raised their drinks in a toast.
"To the bitterest
pill. May they choke on it!"
And with a resounding clink
they both passed out cold.
Dom woke up with his head
throbbing in a strange hotel. The sun was already set below the horizon
and he had no memory of what had happened in the last 24 hours. His dreams
had been filled with strange images of dead men walking and green
bartenders with horns. He laughed to himself and brushed the thought away,
reaching for his boots beside the bed.
"Whew! Just a
nightmare. I must have been really drunk after the wedding. I'm lucky I
didn't get myself killed."
And then a familiar British
voice spoke up, "Who had a nightmare?"
Dom whirled and met the
demonic yellow eyes of Spike in full game face. It wasn't a nightmare
after all. "It was real!" he muttered before fainting dead away.
Spike surveyed the mortal
in confusion before reaching up to touch his face. When his fingers
discovered the familiar ridges and jagged teeth all he could mutter was,
"Ahhhh bloody 'ell."
The Bitterest Pill
In your white lace and your wedding bells
For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me
For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
The bitterest pill is mine to take
Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life
For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow
The bitterest pill is mine to take