Because I Love Her

"There are some hard choices ahead." She tells me.

As if I don’t know.

She comes into my home and tells me that her daughter is young. Too young. As if I don’t know. She acts as though she is the elder, she forgets that I am old enough to be her grandfather several times over.

"If she can’t make them, you’re going to have to."

I have been thinking about this, almost non-stop, ever since the mayor gave his little speech at the school last week.

Not that I hadn’t thought about it before, it just really brought my doubts, my worries, my fears, to the forefront, It had been so easily dismissable before. She’s only a teenager; these are things we won’t have to think about for years to come.

But I know, better than anyone else that those years will go by so quickly. I understand like only someone who has been around for two and a half centuries those five, ten, twenty years are hardly any time.

"I know you care about her, I just hope you care enough."

A part of me snaps.

What does she know? How could she know? For two years her daughter had an entire life that she kept secret from her, how can she know Buffy like I do?

I come to a realization. Yeah, I can’t give Buffy days in the park, and children to take on those days in the park. I can’t grow old with her. I can’t give her a normal life.

But there is one thing I can give her.

True love.

My poor doomed Buffy. Life is so cruel to her. On one hand, she’s found her other half. I complete her and she completes me. But if she has me, she can’t have all the other things that go with a normal life.

So, let’s say I leave her. She eventually finds another man to love. She won’t love him with all her heart. She probably won’t love him at all; maybe she’ll just feel affection for him. So my Buffy settles for that- when she should never ever have to settle. They marry he gives her children. She still won’t be truly happy because she will be incomplete without me.

I feel an incredible fury at the woman standing before me, telling me that *she* knows what is best for Buffy.

In a strained voice, I tell her. "I love Buffy more than I have loved anyone. I’d do anything for her, and if giving her up means making her happy, I’ll do it without a doubt."

She starts to smile, thinking that she’s gotten her daughter away from the older man she likes to hold responsible for Buffy not having a chance at normalcy. She’s still in denial that it’s not me; Buffy is a slayer regardless.

"But it won’t make her happy."

She gapes at me. "But Ang.."

"She’ll be completely alone! I am the closest one to her that can even somewhat understand how she feels. I know you think I shouldn’t second-guess you because you are her parent, but there is only one parent of Buffy’s I would listen to. It’s not you. It’s not your ex-husband. It’s Giles. He’s more of a parent to her than you have ever been!"

"How dare you!" She argues, glaring at me for daring to challenge her.

"How dare I? What, I don’t know what it’s like for Buffy? I don’t hear how she feels about everything that’s going on in her life? She has been confiding in me for a lot longer than you."

"So, you’re going to let her keep going like this? Being with her, but not *being* with her? Denying her the chance for a normal life?"

"When are you going to understand she will never be normal?!" I shout. "I understand that you are in denial, but you need to get with it! Be a good mother for once and be realistic and help your daughter! It should not be her job to protect you from reality!"

"I tried to appeal to your sense of reason, but apparently you don’t have one!" She tells me as she points a finger at me in accusation. "I am now telling you that you had better stay away from my daughter."

I shake my head. "I love Buffy, and I may not be the best person for Buffy when it comes to what I can give her, but she loves me and she’ll die without me!"

"You’ll see my daughter again over my dead body!" She replies, shaking with anger. The woman obviously hates it when people tell her the truth.

"Over your dead body, huh?" I reply, my control slips and the demon inside of me takes over. My muscles full of rage, I grab her by the shoulders and pull her flush against me.

"That can be arranged." I tell her through gritted teeth.

In one quick second, I snap her neck and she is gone.

Gone forever.

* * *

She’s here. My love. My sunshine. The only thing that brings my cold, dead heart warmth. I think my soul is gone. I feel no remorse for the bitch’s death. I suppose it makes sense that I wouldn’t, but I should at least feel bad for my Buffy. I’ve killed her mother. The woman who gave her life- possibly the only good thing the late Joyce Summers ever did.

I know my Buffy will be sad, her heart is too big and she loves even the most undeserving. But I will help her through the pain.

For a moment I wonder if I should have moved the body, it’s lying in the middle of the floor where she fell after I killed her.

It’s too late now, and as I watch from the shadows I see my love crouching down by the body of her dead mother that she’s just discovered. She’s shaking, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s shaking in anger at her for trying to pull us apart, when I realize that she doesn’t know that yet.

She’s shaking in sorrow as tears stream down her face and sobs erupt from her throat. Stealthily, I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her; her back pressed against my chest. She lays her head back against me and hides her face in the crook of my neck.

Even dead, the bitch still causes her pain. I have to change that. I shift her in my arms and carry her up to my bedroom. She likes to lie in my bed, she says it’s so soft it’s like lying in the clouds.

I lay her down and smooth the hair from her face. She’s not crying as hard now. The tears still stream down her face, but she’s silent, except for the occasional sniffle.

"W-what happened?" She asks me. Her eyes search mine for understanding.

"I killed her." Is my soft reply. For a moment I worry she’ll kill me. If she attacks I know I won’t be able to fight back. I may be soulless, but I love her.

I only fought her before because I had to prove myself to the minions and Spike and Drusilla. Now it’s just the two of us and I can love her like I’ve longed to.

"What did she do to you?" She asks, surprising me.

"What?" I reply, unsure if I heard her right.

"I know you wouldn’t kill her ‘just because.’ Did she try to hurt you?"

I nod sadly. "She wanted to take you away from me. She said I was bad for you, and that you weren’t old enough to make the decision to break up, so I had to. It pushed me over the edge."

She grabs me and pulls me down to her; I rub my face in her hair as it lies on the pillow. She always smells so sweet.

"I hate to say it," she tells me, "but my mother was an idiot. I was able to dismiss whatever she’d done to me, but nobody messes with my boyfriend!"

I smile against her hair, then I tell her. "I lost my soul."

"I know, I could see it in your eyes." She replies.

Oh, is it any wonder I love this girl? She knows me and loves me like nobody in history has loved anyone else. I move my face lower, softly kissing a trail down the side of her face before I find her luscious lips. She kisses me back and moves a warm hand inside my shirt to lay against my chest.

I feel her fingers pulling at the hem of my shirt as she kicks off her shoes. I help her pull it over my head and start to tug at her blouse. It’s got two layers, one is sheer and the other is silky. I get hold of both of them and draw it up her body. I lean back on my knees, gazing at the beauty beneath me. She’s breathing heavily, her lips pink and slightly swollen from our kissing. Her skin has a warm glow to it, and I have never seen her dressed so well as the strapless white bra and the pale pink skirt.

But I can imagine a better outfit.

I slowly pull the zipper on the side of her skirt down and haul the article off her body. I smile at the sight of her white thong. Her tan skin contrasts wonderfully with her undergarments. She looks so perfect; I almost want to keep her in them.

Almost.

I move off of the bed, to quickly pull my pants and boxers off my body. I notice a little fear and excitement in her eyes as she catches sight of my erection. I smile fondly as I remember our first night together, when she had apprehensively asked me if I was sure it would fit inside her. I had chuckled and shown her that it indeed could.

Eager to show her again, I move back to the bed to lay beside her and lightly stroke my fingers over her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps as I go. I capture her lips in a passionate kiss before moving down to her breasts. I rub my tongue over one pebble-like nipple through her bra, my thumb caressing its twin. Buffy arch into my mouth and I revel at how responsive she is. I will have a wonderful time teaching her the wonders of lovemaking. I can already tell that she’ll be an eager student.

I gently reach beneath her and unclasp her bra, letting her breasts free. I have never seen a woman born with such perfect breasts for her body. They are exactly right for her. On some women they’d be too small, on some too big…. but for Buffy, they are the greatest breasts I have ever seen.

I move my hands down, hooking into the sides of her thong. I pluck them from her body and gently push her thighs apart and position myself there.

I gaze into her eyes as I slide into her body for the second time ever. She’s so tight, so warm. I’ve never felt like I belong somewhere the way I do when I am inside her. I stay still for a moment, allowing her to adjust. It’s funny, I have never cared about being gentle, or being so determined to make it the best experience of her life, like I do with Buffy. Even when I was human, I didn’t care. But I want- no I have- to make this perfect for her. My only pleasure can be derived from hers.

She arches her hips up, urging me to move. I do as she wishes, slowly pulling back, then thrusting back inside her. She works with me, pulling away as I do, then slamming up to meet my thrusts.

I weld my lips to hers, stroking her tongue with my own, swallowing every squeak and moan that she emits. Her hands grab my buttocks, pulling me tighter to her with each thrust. I lift her thighs higher and she wraps them around my hips, opening her up so that I can plunge even deeper into her warmth.

Her orgasm is sudden, unexpected, and explosive. She cries my name out hoarsely. It’s the greatest sound I ever heard and I follow her into the abyss of ecstasy, exploding inside her, planting my cold seed deep inside her womb.

We lay there for hours, in each other’s arms. Now that her mother is gone, she has nowhere that she has to be. She promises that she’ll move in here with me, so that I can hold her every night. I’ll kiss her good-bye in the mornings, and greet her when she gets home from school. The days will go by so much faster.

I may not be able to give her what every girl wants, but I will make her happy. It’s not everything, but it’s the best we can have.

Because I love her.



The End