This is just a little bit of fan fiction here for those of you who enjoyed Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel...

The characters and situations pertaining to BTVS and ATS are the sole property of Joss Whedon and his affiliates. The rest is mine...enjoy!

She sleeps. Her dark brown hair reflects the shine of the moon light. My deadened heart wants to beat with intensity as I follow one small whisp of her beautiful mane that trails against her delicate face. I long for her, to be the skin that touches hers. My body crushed against hers in passionate consummation. This desire is more torture than any I have endured.

Her dreaming mind is the only part of her that is aware of my presence in this room. There, she can see the only shadow that I cast. Hidden in this darkness, I long for her. I gently move a wisp of her hair from her forehead as she sighs inresponse to the dream. Swallowing hard, I fight my yearning to take her into my arms.

She will never love me. How can she? How can anyone? The thought impales me as I exit out the open window, turning only to catch one last glimpse of her beautiful face.

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Buffy grimaced as she looked up to see Spike still gazing over her badly bruised and bleeding form. Setting the ancient shamshir down beside her on the ground, she let her eyes fall from the vampire's face to the hideous forms that had fallen at her hands. For a brief second she wondered what he might be thinking. His eye was swollen and he had taken quite a beating himself, but he had stood firm, giving her the opportunity to wield the old sword as it should have been.

Pulling herself up, she gave one of the monsters a little nudge with her foot. The form melted. Its greenish flesh bubbled and oozed from the bounds of its ragid garments to the ground and then disappeard.

"Now you did it." Spike said, picking the shamshir off of the ground. "Nothing left to bring back to the bookworm."

Buffy rolled her eyes as she shook the remanents of the green goop off of her shoe. Whatever these things were, they had fought hard. A smile creeped across her face as she realized one true fact. They died just the same.

"We'll find something. You coming?"

Spike shook his head.

"Got a date?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. A beautiful lady I have to keep my eyes on."

She watched as he turned and limped off into the darkness of the night. For the first time, she wondered what her exsistence might have been like if she'd have chosen a lifetime with him. The thought furrowed her brow. She turned and slowly walked back to her car.

"Not in this lifetime."