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Author’s Notes: I was bored in Speech class and I thought of this (it’s a little boring in some parts, but I love it anyway :-))
Feedback: Always wanted! I live on this stuff (I’m a junkie, I admit it :-))

I am dating a vampire.

How many people can say that? Well, then again, most people don't believe in vampires and usually when they have met one, they become a meal.

Giles would flip if he knew I, his vampire slayer, was dating a vampire.

Yep, I'm a vampire slayer.

Okay, the Vampire Slayer.

And, no, I don't do parties.

See, this whole Vampire Slayer thing really bites (no pun intended). I'm like Superman and Batman, y'know? I have one life that is "normal" and the other that is my "superhero identity." The only difference is, Superman and Batman have cool costumes. What do I have? A stake. No mask, no cool cape. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I really need to complain to Giles about this.

Anyway, back to my vampire boyfriend. His name is Angel. He used to be the Scourge of Europe. I know what you're thinking. Vampire, scourge, blood sucking fiend. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

See, a long, long time ago in a country far, far away called Romania, Angelus (Angel's evil counter part) fed off a gypsy girl that was a favorite of her clan. Because of this, he was cursed with a soul (from what I've read in Giles' Watcher's Diaries, vampires don't have a conscious so when Angelus got a soul, he received one, reverting him to Angel). So, yeah, Angel and I have this whole forbidden love thing going on. Kinda like with Romeo and Juliet. Except that Angel's already dead and I'm sure not a damsel in distress like Juliet (especially when Claire Danes played Juliet in "Romeo + Juliet". I mean, c'mon, Leonardo DiCaprio? Angel is so much better looking - and a better kisser from the looks of it...).

Course, our forbidden love isn't like those Harlequin romance books I read in junior high, either. Please, someone stake me if I ever end up like one of those girls. Sure, Angel is tall, dark, and handsome like the guys in the books, but I'm like a dim-witted, slutty bimbo who is easily taken advantage of by every guy she meets. Nope, I'm a one vampire kinda girl.

So, back to present reality. I'm sitting on a tombstone for some chick named Madeline Gaboury that died about 150 years ago, twirling my stake in my hand when I feel him. Yeah, I can feel him (you know that tingly sensation you get sometimes? That's what it feels like - it's nice...).

I turn around and there he is towering over me in his black, leather duster (that I like to wrap myself in at night after patrol) and his black shirt, pants, and boots (see, he is the epitome of the term "tall, dark and handsome"). He smiles that little half smile at me and I feel my insides melt. He is so hot. I rise from my sitting place and he walks toward me, his duster billowing behind him. When he reaches me, he draws my face toward him and our lips me, and I swear, there's an electric shock when they do.

When we part, Angel whispers so softly I can barely hear him.

"I've missed you."

I smile and close my eyes as I lay my cheek against him cotton clad chest and breath him in. I love his "Angel smell", it's something I can't describe and that what makes his smell so unique. I think I love him .

My eyes shoot open. Dear Lord, it's official, I love Angel. Of course, I can never tell him, he could never love me. I mean, he's been around for 250 plus years and been around hundreds, maybe thousands, of women, and many of them were probably gorgeous, so why would he like normal looking me?

I look up at Angel, who is staring out into the night. When he notices I'm looking at him, he smiles down at me and catches my lips in another kiss.

Who cares if he might not love me? I love him and that's all that counts.

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