| In My Blood Lily . . . . . . . . . . . . She's in my blood. Yes, that's ironic. She shouldn't be in my blood, but I in hers, my teeth sinking deep into her neck, my never ending thirst momentarily quenched... But of course that will never happen. Maybe once it was because of this cursed chip in my skull, sending out wave after wave of pain. But now I could not possibly drink from her, could not ever hurt her in any way. The Slayers have always been a kind of game for me. Slay the Slayers before they slay you! Always one step ahead, be wary but bold,and most of all, avoid the wooden stake....two Slayers killed? Ding ding ding! You win! Two Slayers killed. I have a reputation now. Spike? William the Bloody? Oh yes, the British bloke with the awful poetry, the one who murdered those Slayers. What is that you say? He loves one now? That must be the most buggering loonly thing I've ever heard... Love. Vampires can love, no matter what she believes. What about Angel? Did she forget about him? He loved her, loved her with all his heart and soul, and so he left her. Well, Miss Slayer, I love you with all my heart. Sorry, nope, no soul here! No risk of losing it. If I love you even without a soul, shouldn't that be reason enough to accept me? Drusilla left. Left! Out, away, never to return! I'm scouring my so called life now, cleaning it of anything that would offend you. You want me to get rid of this? It's gone. Kill that demon? Dead. Protect your family? With everything I have. For what you ask? For you, always you. The shrine frightened you, showed you of my obsession. Why would it scare you? Shouldn't it just show how devoted I am, how embedded you are in my brain? I hand over my unconditional love, and you throw it back in my face in the form of unadultrated hatred. That doesn't make sense! That Riley fellow, he gave you the same love I have; yet you accepted it. Why is that? Is it the whole vampire thing? Well darling, I'm sorry about that, I truly am. If I could become human, I would do it for you. But I can't, so why not just understand that and love me back? The unrequited love burns in my heart everyday, wearing layer after layer of it away. A few more weeks, more months, more years without you will leave menothing but a weak, empty shell, devoid of animation and personality. Why are you doing this to me? How did you get inside my head like this? More persistent than even the chip in my brain. I could overcome the chip! Why can't I get over you? Is this a punishment for my erroneus ways? I've learned my bloody lesson, just set me free. Let me out of this prison you sucked me into. Get out of my crypt, get out of me, get out of my life, get out of my death, get out of my blood. Actually, don't. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . End |