Obsession

By Michelle McKague

Disclaimer- Angel, Buffy, Spike, and Dru belong to Joss Whedon, The WB, Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox.

Author’s Note- This came to me while watching Passion for the millionth time. Tell me what you think.

Summery- Angelus’s thoughts as he watches Buffy sleep at the beginning of Passion.

She is every thing to me, which is why I can’t kill her. I want to and I know I should. She’s the slayer, I’m a vampire, I should want to kill her. But I don’t, soul boy isn’t the only one that felt something for her, I do to. Don’t get me wrong I also hate her, but the love’s stronger than the hate.

I could kill her right now, but I won’t. See if I do make her vampire right now, the feelings she feels for me won’t be as strong as they will be if I wait until she’s over him. I’m no fool, I know that when a slayer is turned she’s exactly the same person she was, only evil. Her feelings are the same, her lusts and desires. If I were to kill Buffy now she’d still care for soul boy, not me.

She also cares for me, she just doesn’t want to admit it. Who wants to admit that they love a demon? But she does, she desires me as strongly as I desire her, and it disturbs her as much as it does me. She tries to fool herself into thinking that what she feels for me is only because I look like her Angel, maybe at first that was true, but not anymore.

Desire is much more powerful than love, just ask Drusilla. She loves Spike, but she desires me, which is why it’ was so easy for me to take her away from him. I don’t want Dru, she’s just a distraction until I get Buffy, but it was fun taking her from Spike. Soon though, Buffy will be mine and Spike will have Dru back. we'll be one big family, the way it should be.

The Hell-Mouth will be ours once I turn her, nothing will be able to stop us. Buffy’s the strongest slayer yet, and as a demon her powers will double. I’m looking forward to that day, to the day the Hell-Mouth opens and hell is here on earth. But until then I just have to be patient. My dreams will come true if I just wait.

It’s almost sunrise I have to leave, before I go I leave her a little trinket. Something that will tell her I was here, not Angel. I know she was dreaming about him, because she called out his name during her sleep.

Soon the dreams will be over, both mine and hers. Mine will become real, and hers will be long forgotten. There’s only a little bit of time left until everything changes, until this game of ours ends.

The End