by She's a Star
Disclaimer: 'Buffy' belongs to Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: This takes place sometime shortly after the season five episode 'Out of my Mind.'
Some things are endless.
Life, in his case. Midnight. The taste of blood. Drusilla, as she dances to soundless melodies and reads the future; viscera and fairy wings.
But not this. This has to end.
The Slayer, she's nothing. A fleeting instant in eternity. He wants to bash her pretty little face in. Has ever since he first laid eyes on her, when she was dancing with her friends. He remembers everything about that moment. The music, the smile playing at her mouth, the way she swayed her hips. I'm one step away from crashing to my knees.
He hates her. Really does. She's the reason Dru's gone now. No more dancing in the darkness, no more careful china teacups filled with blood. And it's 'cause of the Slayer. 'Cause of this sick fixation. He wants to kill the bloody bitch.
And then he goes to sleep, and she always comes to him, the sunlight caught in her hair, her mouth tasting like bubble gum. Cherry lip gloss. It's not like he can escape it. Not bloody likely. It'd be all too easy then.
So instead he sits up nights, taking drags from cigarettes and thinking about what he's lost. The power to kill. Drusilla.
His bloody sanity.
Fuck endless, he decides.
He wants it to end.
Needs it to.
'Cause he's not sure how many more nights he can waste before he wastes away.