His Slayer: None
by AngelEyes
“You shouldn’t have to touch me when I am like this,” he said shying his deformed face away. A bloody scratch above his eye did not look that bad, but I didn’t really know if wounds on vampires healed the same way wounds on mortals did. Most vampires I’ve wounded were either dead or too scared to come back. Except for Spike, maybe.
“Oh,” I said, and slowly took off one of my gloves. But I want to touch you like this... I felt the rough skin on his face, the ridges under my fingers and looked into the ocean of his eyes. “I didn’t even notice,” I lied. But I did. And my heart trembled. It was still pounding hard and fast from the “slayer high” of the battle before. I could see flashes of dreams behind my eyes, dark and beautiful dreams of a vampire making love to me. At first, when these dreams came he had no face, no identity. But he was a tender and powerful lover, the way no mortal could be, he was beautiful. And then the character had a face. It was that of Angel, a vampire Angel. And when I would wake up, I would look for him, standing in my room. But he was not there. And I could still feel the heat of the dream over me… The warm feeling between my legs, the warmth of blood streaming from the gap in my neck… he would bite me, and feed from me as I came in my dream, he would whisper love into my ear, before the blood fed him, strengthened him. He would crush me under his weight, and I would scream.
I kissed Angel’s monster face, and I melted away. His hands around my waist were the only thing that kept me standing on the ice, because if he did not hold me I would fall. It was so sweet, that kiss. I never kissed anyone with fangs before… All I could think of was how much I wanted him to make love to me, and bite me, and make me forever his. His slayer.


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