There is heaven
Step into your heart
Find the font of love
Reach into your soul
See me there waiting
Open arms for you to hold
Breathe my love
It will be your air
Drink my life
It will sustain you
I will be your angel in the night
Forever there, shining my love
Trying not to notice one another
Single momma, broke down man
Lives goin against their plan
Silent thoughts, avoiding eyes
Ignoring the homeless baby�s cries
All it could take is just one glance
A helping hand offering a chance
Still they choose to ignore
Acting though it�s too big a chore
Look past what they create
See inside, and what they hate
About themselves, souls in rage
Locked inside a self imposed cage
One will stop, take a glance
Offer their hand, full of chance
Offer the momma a brand new start
Give some hope to her broken heart
Pass the man a bit of respect
Give some pride, not much to expect
Give the baby a loving home
No longer to feel so alone
Is it you that gave the glance?
It gets better when you take the chance
Burning. She hasn�t even opened her eyes and she feels it. The hunger. Sharp. As sharp as her teeth. Burning in the back of her throat, fire in her stomach.
She must hunt. Kill the pain. Ease the ache.
On instinct alone, she rises and sniffs the air. There�s one. To the left.
A leap and she is airborne, slipping through the current as if she were born doing this, instead of being created over a hundred years before. As if she had never known a life previous.
She was normal once. Thoughts of the innocent times start to rush into her mind. No, can�t think about that. Only think about the present, and the prey. Hunt. It�s closer. Salty, tangy, bitter, all at once. The only substance that will quench the fire.
The prey is a half mile away, but her sharp eyes can see him already. Teeth elongate, caressing her bottom lip. Calming energy emanates, sending out a false sense of security. Whatever fear he felt in her arriving has disappeared.
She lands and cloaks herself in a glamour, teeth hidden. Stepping out, she looks at him with her seductive message in her eyes.
His thoughts tell him he is in no danger, erroneously believing he has fallen in love at first sight. Like all of the others that have come before him, he rushes to her embrace, into a lover�s kiss. Filled with a passion he has never known, he attempts to devour her essence.
She feels, smells the hot rush of blood course through him, her urgent need stronger. Her lips lower to the pulse in his neck, and with a deft, tiny nibble, penetrates.
Instead of the pain he should feel, the nerves tingle with an erotic mysticism, pure pleasure throbbing. Nothing is more important than the here and now, the sweet ache of infinity, happening in seconds.
She takes her fill and flies away, leaving him only with the memory of perfection, and a longing that he will never be able to explain.
Or to love you not�.
Naw, you�re just someone
To break up the monotony
Of my humdrum life.
Sure, I can talk to you
And the other stuff?
That�s ok, I guess.
Oh, so you�re hurt now?
What did you think this was?
Where did you think this was heading?
Well, with that attitude
Nowhere, and real fast.
C�mon, you�re a big boy.
You�re too old for those kinds of fantasies.
This is the real world.
People don�t always fall in love.
Besides, I have other things to worry about.
You feel used?
Get over it, or move on.
I am the Chosen One, the Slayer.
I am here to protect the world.
I am alone.
I am not alone.
I have died twice.
I have been brought back from the depths of Hell.
I have been torn from the graces of Heaven.
I have killed vampires and demons.
I have made some of them my friends.
I have loved others.
I have a destiny.
I am not just my fate.
I am Buffy.
I am the Slayer.