TITLE: Mine but not
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S
RATING: PG
PART: 1/1
Mine but not...
She comes to me in the nighttime.
Lets me fuck her like a madman, like the soulless animal I am.
Not that I mind.
Never been one to refuse a good shag.
Shagging. Yip, that's what we do.
No smoochies.
No caressing.
Let alone making love.
Nope. Plain straight forward shag.
I'm not quite sure when it started, or how.
Must have been something like; chipped suicidal vampire meets dumped suicidal slayer.
Okay, I'm not quite sure about the suicidal part as far as she's concerned.
Anyway, who am I to complain!
Getting laid on a regular basis.
Getting laid good.
Yessir.
Make this yessire.
I wonder. What does she see, when I plunge into her.
Is it me? The man? The demon? Angel?
Much as I hate to admit, I'd opt for the last.
Angelus.
Her precious Angel.
My prick of a sire.
Bastard
Left her for good.
Moved down to LA.
Why is it always me to pick up the pieces?
Drusilla.
The slayer.
I'm so sick of being second fiddle.
Am I so hard on the eyes?
So hard to put up with?
So much less than my poof of a sire?
Is it too much to ask to be loved for myself.
And how comes, me - the demon without a soul - being capable of love?
Okay, she kinda lusts after me.
Anyway, been there before.
Angelus.
Drusilla.
Slayer.
Lusted after, but poor substitute nonetheless.
Good ol' me, might be the closest she'll ever get to him.
Always him. Never me. Same old, same old.
Anyway, who am I to complain...