"Are you still my girl?"

 "Always."

Still waiting for her.

Thought she would have shown by now.

But I don't feel her.  I don't smell her.  I can't see her out the window.

I thought she would come tonight and we'd get it done.  There's not long now.  After this whole Buffy thing I'll go see Spike and try to find Dru.  Shame Dar isn't around and we could have us a family reunion.  I'll just have to make myself a mate.

Not Buffy though.

She's probably too pure to give into the demon.  But she loves her darkness.

But then again, she loves Angel.

From the window, I see her blonde head bob up and down as she walks into the mansion.  I turn around, ready for her.

"Buff," I greet grinning.  "Beginning to lose faith."

"I don't have faith," she says standing far apart from me.  Her expression is resolved and unforgiving.  She's far from broken.  I'll have to go further.

"I do.  I believe that you came here to let me kill you."

"That was a wrong answer," she says folding her arms.  As soon as she says it, she regrets it.  She briefly closes her eyes and lets the memory wash over her.

//  "To kill em, to kill em all."
    "Errr.  Sorry that was a wrong answer but you do get this lovely clock radio.  What I want is to be left alone."  //

"Something wrong Buff?" I ask cruelly. I know what's wrong, I remember too.  I felt the flash as well.  Fucking Soul didn't take his fucking stuff when he left Hotel Angelus.

"I thought we'd play on my turf.  Instead of the mansion," she says composing herself.  Oh Buffy, my strong, warrior Buffy.  You think I'll never defeat you.  I can, I will.  Without breaking sweat.

"Emm.. no.  No lover," I say considering for a nano second.

"Too scared?" She taunts half-heartedly because she knows as well as I that it's not true.

"Hardly," I laugh.

"Well come on then lover," she says placing her hands on her hips.

"You've set something up."

"I have.  Wanna come see?"

"Not really," I say sitting down on my velvet chair relaxed.  It's getting her pissed.

"OK then I'll just have to tell you.  I ordered a present for you.  You know Chris thenew Magic Shop owner?  Well he's a pretty powerful Wicca.  I gave him a little transcript for.. um.. what do you call it..." She says clicking her fingers.  "..restoration.  Then he got an Orb of Thesulah and he's just wrapping it up for you.  What can I say?  I'm just too generous."  

I stand up and walk forward.  I could see her flinch slightly.  Not backwards, but forwards.  She was going to come to me.

"And stupid," I laugh.  It'll never work.  "I'll go there and kill Chrissy boy.  Don't this remind you of dear Miss Calendar?"

"I won't make the same mistake twice.  You're not getting past me."

"Oh really?" I say amused.  And I am.  This is the part where we dance.

"Really," Buffy nodded.  Then we go to.

Fighting with Buffy is always like sex.  The crushing blow after crushing blow.  Pushing yourself to the limit because it's the only way you'll ever dominate her.  Making her hate to love it.  The adrenaline.  The searing heat.  The passion.  All in these moments.  Death and Sex.  Not much difference when it comes to Buffy.

She forgot how to love when Angel left town.  Well I mean she forgot how to love anything else.  Which is why Dead Finn had such a problem getting through that cold exterior.  She breathes the Soul.  Lives for him.  The only reason she doesn't quit is because she believes deep deep deep down they'll have their day in the sun.

Well I'm just about to put that sun out completely.

She thrashes her arms delicately in well placed blows.  I dodge them, knowing her body movements so well.

Then she makes contact with her fist coming down on my head.  I go down.

"Get up!  Do you hear me!  Fucking get up!" She screams.  I start to laugh.

"You're just killing time Slayer.  You're not killing me any time soon."

"I will.  If I have to, I will," Buffy screams defiantly.

"What about the spell?  Ooh.  Won't my Soul come back and you'll impale me - again?" I remind her of lovers’ battles past and Acathla.

"Shut up!"

"And what will happen next?  You and Angel will leave each other again.  He'll go back to LA leaving you with a funeral for every day of the week.  He doesn't love you.  He can't."

"Shut up!" She says covering her ears.  "Shut up!  Shut up!  Shut UP!"

I roll back and then spring to my feet.  I grab her hand which she has the stake in and point it to my heart.  I press it.  She shrieks in a panicked voice trying to pull away.  Fighting against me to save my unlife.  Or Angel's.  She struggles and grits her teeth.  She pushes her palm against my chest, trying desparately to pull it away but I don't budge.

"Go on then Buffy.  Stake me.  Stake.  Me.  Kill me, stake me, burn me, dust me, collect me up and put me in an ash tray."

She doesn't move, she doesn't flinch.  Just stays perfectly still.  She glances at her watch and so do I.  7.55.  She pulls her hand back with all her strength and the stake scatters.

"Knew you didn't have the balls, Summers."

"Oh I got 'em," she says kicking me unexpectedly.  She goes to kick me again but I hold it and twist her round. Now it's my time to play.  I hit her.  Beat her down.  Hit after hit and she comes back for more.  She checks her watch.

7.58

"Got some place better to be Buff?"

"No.  But on the bright side, you're going to Hell."

She jumps for me but I grab her slender waist and throw her against the wall.  She falls down like a broken doll.  Then she gets up again, ready for more.  I block four of her punches before she grips my arm and throws me over her and flat out onto the floor.  I roll back and kick her in the face and spring up.

"Come on!  That the best you got!!"  

She looks at her watch.

8.00

She stands looser.

"What?  Do you have a curfew or something?  Can't you stay out and play a bitlonger?" I grin.

I start to hit her jaw but she ducks and delivers two blows to my ribs then kicks my head up.  I dodge another blow.  I feign to the left but actually duck and throw her over my shoulder.  She gets up even more desperate and checks her watch again.

8.02

She goes for me but I somersault over her and run up the wall catching a hold off the chandelier type lighting fixture.  I jump down on Buffy and she's flat out on the floor.

I twist her arms behind her and temporally paralyze her legs.  She struggles beneath me as I hold her.

"Let me go!"

I lean really close to her ear.  "Sorry Buff.  Can't do that."

Then she throws her head back and hits my nose.  I fall back dazed.  Fuck, I've been out the game too long and making mistakes like this.  She gets up and checks her watch again.

8.06

"Dammit," she mutters under her breath.  I stand up and spread my arms.

"I'm not running anymore Buffy.  Why don't you take your stake and just end it?  Huh?  Kill me for Giles, for Willow, for Xander. For your mom.  For Riley.  For Cordy and Wesley.  For how Angel doesn't love you anymore.  For how you don't love him anymore.  For every fucking reason!"

Her lower lip trembles and a tear trickles down.  "You don't know me.  I still love him.  So much I can't.  I can't kill you."

"So very touching.  What a--" I start when this feeling off great motion surrounds me.  I fall down on my knees, gasping for needless air.  I slump onto the cold floor and try to push myself up but can't.  I feel as if I'm being pulled, sucked towards something.  I'm being pushed now.  Deep, deep deep inside.  Something's eating me undead.  Then I feel it.

My head shoots upwards and it goes through me.  The one fucking thing I hate more than anything else.

My eyes glow gold and I being pushed over the edge.  Quick sand dragging me deep, deeper inside him.

The Soul is back.

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