Distribution: TPWFLD. Angel of Mine.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, and 'Grr Arg' do. The song Tiny Meat belongs to Ruby. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is being made.
Author's Note: Lyrics are italicized
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Fit to burst I'm
in love.
No, No, No, you
silly girl
Willow: I feel him near. My dream lover. My dark knight. I should run. I should warn Xander. I feel him near.
Fist, a brick
in my hand,
a hole, hole,
hole, you silly man.
Angelus: That silly boy. I lunge. I drain him as he tries to protect her. She stands frozen and watches. Is that admiration I see in her eyes? Is it lust?
I didn't mean
to make this mess.
This paper muscle
in my chest
Willow: Xander is dying. I can't move. I should help him. I can't. I won't. I don't. I just stare at my dream lover. Watch him drain my childhood love. I am mesmerized. Enraptured.
And stolen thirst
will be my end, but then,
I was here first.
Hand hole heart
girl bleeding
Angelus: I turn to her. Defiant she stands her ground. I approach her. She closes her eyes and bares her neck. I taste her elixir of life. Liquid velvet. She whispers...
I didn't mean
that last word, no, no, no
You silly man.
Willow: '...lover." My mind screams RUN. My body is no longer mine to control. Pain. Pleasure.
I can't help myself
I try and then I
Crack it split
to see inside, I run because I can't abide
This tiny meat
in my hand
Angelus: I am intoxicated by her essence. I crave more. I stop. If I kill her I kill this feeling. This feeling engulfs me. I can not bear it. I can not live without it. What has she done to me? I turn to flee.
And the pound,
pound, pound of your
Bleeding heart.
Willow: I reach out to him. He stands before me. In his eyes I see desire. In his eyes I see repulsion. Love and hate all tangled together.
Hand hole heart girl bleeding
Angelus: She stares at me. She stares into me. She reaches for me.
I crack it split to see inside,
Willow: I reach for him. I need to feel him. I want to know him. My world is him. Am I his?
I run because
I can't abide
This tiny meat
in my hand
Angelus: I grasp her hand in mine. Such pleasure, to touch her. Such pain, to touch her. I must get away.
And the pound,
pound, pound of your
Bleeding heart.
Willow: He turns to run. But my hand is still trapped in his. He stops, turns, looks. With a growl he engulfs me in his embrace.
Couldn't find
the
Right word to
say you silly girl
Angelus: I curse at her. Slut. Tramp. Bitch. Whore. She just holds on tighter. She is the devil come to claim her demon.
I drink a hole
in my head it makes me think
I HAVE IT ALL!
Willow: He is helpless. He is mine. I will never let him go. My dream lover, turned reality.
I didn't mean to make this mess
Angelus: Her will overpowers mine. I am drunk on her essence. I am her slave for eternity. I must fight. I must lose.
This paper muscle in my chest - this pound Of flesh
Willow: I feel the moment he succumbs. I lean my head to his chest. I listen. His hear beats with mine. His heart is mine.
Will be my end
but then
It was mine first.
Angelus: As she leans closer I scream in silence. As her blood continues to course through my body I burn inside. I feel the moment her blood finds my heart. It is over. I surrender.
Couldn't find the right word.
Willow: Mine.
The End