Her eyes were dead. They showed only the pain of existing, nothing of the happiness she’d once had. Sitting beside him she talked, cried of heaven lost. Beneath him she screamed her orgasmic bliss, but the eyes were still empty with the longing of lost peace. Finally, she bared that beautiful column of sweat-slicked perfection, begging him silently for what only he could offer her. Peace.
Unable to deny her, he gave her what she wanted as his sharp, deadly fangs sank into her pliant flesh.
He knew it would only be a demon wearing her body as her soul was released once more to the love she was ripped from. Undaunted, he sliced through his wrist and succumbed to the only hope he could ever have, crying softly as she supped his gift.
Fini
This is only 1 of 5 drabbles that I wrote for teh turning challenge, but the others are of different characters which include Joyce, Giles, Xander, and Willow. They can be found in my LJ memories. http://raemcn.livejournal.com/58139.html |