TITLE: Wishful Thinking
AUTHOR: Ophelia
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DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
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CATEGORY: Spike
RATING: M
PART: 1/1
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Wishful Thinking
Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to be mortal - again.
How it would be to grow old.
To be married.
To have children… and lots and lots of wrinkles on my face.
Somehow I am glad I'll never see my reflection - 184 years without as much as one change…
Sometimes it even feels as so my mind hasn't changed either.
It's a funny thing - immortality.
All that many faces, coming and go…
I never dared to look at them other as potential meals.
Anything else would be too scary, too painful and coarse.
That was before I met her - Buffy, slayer of my kind.
And I can't think of anything but how good it would feel holding her close in my arms.
Not just to screw with, but to live with and grow old…
Maybe even having her carry my child.
Anyway, I guess Hell rather freezes before this angelic young girl is going to look at me with love in her eyes.
She still is such a baby, her world yet unaware of the palette of greys.
So I sit quiet and lurk, and sometimes lash out at her in frustration and defeat.
Hoping against hope that she will live long enough to someday to not just look but see the spectrum of shades in between black and white.
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