My Slayer
I look up at the midnight blue sky and the sparkling stars as my mind wanders. It wanders back to the past, uncaring that I can feel the sunrise approaching or that the sky is slowly lightening. I can feel the light start to heat my skin as I sit on the ground, staring at the sky, but the heat feels far away. My mind no longer cares about now or the future, only the nights of the past and long ago, where it is stuck.
When the nights were so full of evil, darkness and shadows, where light is seldom found. Except in the exceptional, the hearts of the Slayers and those that were found around.
They come from all the races and all the different countries. The Slayers are all females but they come in all the hues, all for the same cause, to save the world and humanity.
They are the unsung and unknown heroes, the crusaders of the night. They save the world and those in it every single night, and receive not even a thankyou.
I was the Big Bad, William the Bloody, a Master Vampire feared throughout the world and through all ages. I fought and killed two Slayers, but then I met Her. My salvation and my downfall, lost.
I became good and helped; I even got a bloody soul so that Buffy might love me back and finally see that I’m not evil and a monster, that I can love. That I might have a chance with her; yeah I know it was poofy. But I fell hard for the little blonde Slayer that defied even the Council.
My little blonde haired Slayer so bold and brave and true, walked into danger every night, without a backward glance.
For it is her destiny you see. She was Chosen by a bunch of old dead pricks, to save the world or die trying.
She had no time for watchers after they tried to kill her, other than Giles her mentor, and she kept her friends and family, though it was against the rules. Though through it all she still took her duty very seriously.
But My poor little Slayer always wished she wasn’t the Chosen, the one to stand against the evil of the world. That she could be like all the other girls, just forget it all and live a normal life, but it is not meant to be.
For you see My Slayer takes it all so seriously that she died twice and then she came back again.
My poor petite Slayer, My green-eyed angel, has been to heaven and hell already, and come back to tell the tale.
She fell for a dark haired Angel and had a moment of heaven in his arms, till he sent her straight to hell. And with a single crystal tear, she sent him there as well.
She found a sister, a magical key, who was almost taken away from her. So she looked at those who loved her and made the trip alone.
It almost killed me to loose her, to realise that she was gone. I blamed myself; I wasn’t fast enough to save her, to stop the portal or to keep Dawn safe.
But you’d made it all the way to heaven, then was cruelly ripped away again. Her friends brought her back from what they thought was hell, but was heaven. Bringing her back to the hell that we all call life.
Just so they wouldn’t be alone and so she could fight once again and be there, though they deny it and believe it was for Buffy. But I know the truth, humans are selfish creatures with the ability to lie even to themselves.
She took her time and mended, learnt to live a little more each day and now she fights again.
This is when I really found her. My little blonde Slayer, though we knew each other before, this time she let me get close to her to take away the pain. I knew it wasn’t real, as much as I wanted it to be, I let her use me thoroughly and didn’t give a damn. She took her time and mended, so that she could fight again.
My poor little Slayer was so very tired; I know it’s true. Her flame and spark were faltering, she’s seen too much for her thirty years. My Slayer was the best of the lot, she killed the most Master vampires and stopped so many apocalypses I lost count, not to mention getting two Master vampires to fall in love with her. But she was the best thing in my un-life, and I need her so bad.
She doesn’t fight alone anymore; I’m always there by her side. Her blonde Knight, her vampire Lover, there to back her up and I’ll never leave her like the others – Soldier Boy, Peaches, her Father and countless others – and I’ll never make her cry.
My little Slayer was my love, my heart, my soul, my life, my conscience, and my reason for living. She was my golden Princess, full of Spark and pure white light.
Yeah I’m a bloody freaking paradox, a vampire loves the Slayer, and don’t you dare laugh. Though I haven’t been the only one, my dark haired Sire loves her too, when he has his soul, possibly even when he doesn’t, in his own twisted way.
But it wasn’t meant to be. The dark haired evil Angel found her once again, and my poor little Slayer was too tired with life and fighting to really fight him once again.
When I found her I was too late, her lifeblood flowing out of her and few breaths left to breathe. I felt the ruby red blood tears, start to stream down my face and thought briefly about turning her, my blonde angel, my princess of light and dismissed it just as quickly. Because if I turned her she would no longer be my angel or white princess, she would turn dark and she wouldn’t want it that way.
She opened her green eyes and smiled a sad smile. Then motioned for me to come close, she ran a hand through my bleached hair and whispered a secret in my ear. Words I’d thought I’d never hear from her sweet red lips.
I told her I loved her and stole one last kiss, while holding her in my arms; my tears had dried up now only leaving streaks. She smiled at me and died with my name on her lips. I picked her up so carefully and carried her home, then called the others.
There was crying, sobbing and yelling as they all arrived, I gently pulled Red away and reminded her no more spells. Then I slipped quietly away out the door, to find the one that had killed my blonde angel.
I found my Sire and killed him painfully and without remorse, I felt like stone and ice – unbreakable, unfeeling, cold. Locked into myself as I stumbled back to my crypt just before dawn. I surely would have died if I wasn’t dead already.
The funeral was heart breaking and I hid away from the world thinking about my Slayer and drinking myself into a stupor so I could forget, and smoking my un-life away, occasionally going out to stake a few vampires. But I woke up to myself slowly, remembering the promise I’d made my Slayer so long ago. That I’d look after Dawn and the others.
So I helped the others through their pain, and to get on with their lives, though I never got over it properly myself. I helped to fight the good fight and do the right thing, all in my Slayer’s memory.
But now that time is gone. Dawn and the rest of the scoobies got married and lived happy and long lives. But now that time is gone Dawn, Xander, Willow, Anya, and Giles all followed Buffy one by one. Sure there were children and grandchildren who all love me like an Uncle, but it’s not the same.
Even my vampire family is gone. I killed Angel, which saddens me now and then even though I hated him. Darla died decades ago, giving birth to Angel’s son funnily enough and my dark princess…she was killed by one of the new Slayers.
I am totally alone again.
Now I’m sitting on Buffy’s headstone as the sun comes ever closer to the horizon, remembering my love for her and our times together.
She was beautiful with blonde hair, green eyes and a petite form that betrayed her strength and skill. And she was haughty, with a flashing anger that scared even the worst demons away. She was courageous and could look fear in the eye and never look away.
She always had the comebacks and the weapons that kept you on your toes. She wasn’t only the Slayer, she was one hell of a Women.
But I left the legacy of my love for her in a special legacy for My little Slayer. She wouldn’t be forgotten but remembered through all time. Not only by the council and watchers but the public as well. I whisper these words into the wind thinking of my bestseller novel, “You wont be forgotten my love, you will no longer be an unknown, forgotten crusader. The world knows you, luv. Even if it's only as fiction.”
I sit on her headstone as gold tints the blue sky, remembering the words my love spoke to me over seventy years ago as ruby red tears flow down my cheeks. The words “I love you William,” repeat in my brain and I look up and watch the sun rise, for the very last time.
Hoping against hope that I’ll find my Slayer, my love.
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