Love's Bitch

Love's Bitch (1/1)

by Samantha McCullah

Sometimes life doesn't turn out the way you expect. I remember my

mum tellin' me that when I was little, and after all these years

she was finally right about somethin'. I lie today. When I told 'em

I was man enough to admit it, I lied. I couldn't admit the one thing

I really wanted to admit; I had my chance to say it to both their faces.

But I didn't.

When I came back to Sunnydale, I had a plan. A drunken plan, but a

plan none the less, and that plan was to kill Angel or, at the very

least, curse him with some kind of disfiguring disease. The Black

Plague would have been nice.

But the minute I saw her again, even as drunk as I was, I knew I

shouldn't have come back; she was part of the reason I'd left. That

hair, those eyes...that body. Seeing her fighting again with that

whelp Angel by her side nearly killed me; of course her nearly

staking me hadn't helped matters.

When I gave my little speech about love, I know she thought I was

talking about her and Angel, but I wasn't. I was talkin' about me

and her. Me and the Slayer. Bloody hell, but I covered my tracks.

Hopefully she didn't notice my body reacting to hers in an upliftin'

way. If she did, heh, I'll have to kill her.

I know she cares somewhat for me; when I was soberin' up, she sounded

concerned. And when they threw their holy water bombs at my former

lackeys, she told me to duck. Of course, I can't ignore the unadulterated

hatred in her eyes when I told her her little mates were at the factory.

Hmmmm, I can win her over.

Who am I kidding? We'll be mortal enemies until the day she dies, but

we'll never be friends. Like I said, we'll hate each other until we

quiver. Buffy...quiver. Bloody hell! I need a drink.

*Fin*

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