My Ambrosia

(Fanfiction, but do not need to see show to read. I do not own BTVS. Angelus', the master vampire's feelings for HIS slayer.)

As I stare at the fire burning in my fireplace, it reminds me of Buffy. The slayer. My slayer. The crackle, reminds me of her youthful eyes. The heat, reminds me of her smooth, tanned, body that radiates through my cool and pale skin. The burn, her love for me. As much as it pains me to say it, I think I love her, too. I quickly stand and pace. No. She cannot know my true feelings for her, for it will only dull my senses when defeating her.

To know I could have her forever, how CAN I possibly defeat her. I thought I wanted to see her emerald green eyes staring blankly and coldly up at me. Her sun lit blonde hair dull at her sides. Her tanned skin turned a sickening white.

I know what I want now. I sit down and a small smile graces my features. Yes, I'll make her mine-forever. My mate. We will rule together and return this world to what it used to be. A world in darkness, turmoil, blood, tears, pain. My mark will forever lay upon her flawless neck. And hers upon mine. We will be linked together. In an eternity of faithfulness, love, and devotion. Three things I've never felt like giving.

Until now.