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How Angelus Won My Heart

He felt the pain start in his chest.  He wasn’t sure at first what was causing it, but he had a feeling it probably wasn’t good.  The pain started to spread, tiny little lightning bolts emanating from his heart, odd considering there should be no activity there. 

He needed to get away from Buffy, instinctively knowing it was her that was causing this.  If only he could get away from her, he would be okay.  She would be okay.

He clutched his chest and stumbled from the small apartment, nearly tripping over his own feet in his torturous haze.  When he hit the street the rain he felt falling on his face was a relief.  The unneeded fresh air a temporary balm for his confusion.  He thought maybe he would be okay for a minute.

He knew he was wrong as the woman passing by asked him if he needed help and all he could think of was how good she would taste.

A split second later he knew he had been wrong about being wrong.  He felt good.  He felt better than good.  The pain was suddenly gone; everything suddenly clear, and he pulled himself up off the alley floor and sunk his almost forgotten fangs into the juicy little morsel who had the bad sense to try to help him.

Good fuckin’ Samaritans!  He was glad they were all dumb as fuckin’ posts.

He smiled as he let the body drop to the ground, and just couldn’t resist exhaling the smoke from the woman’s cigarette, which was still smouldering at her feet,  with a cock of his head and smirk of his lips. 

And it was the God damned coolest thing he had ever done.  So cool that for one brief shiny moment, he thought he was cooler even than Spike.

And that was the moment a helpless little princess in another castle, with dreams of being a rock star fell in love.

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