Elle Bishop.
She found me, she found both of us.
I kissed her cherry lips to get a certain slayer out of my mind and off my lips.
He kissed her because she was his other haft, or at lest one of them thought so, she was his Darla in flesh.
She was blond, scary, and crazy just the right girl to join our little party, but did she crave the things we did? No, she was lucky.
Her smiles big and bright, her lips on ours like clothes, and her mind more and more gone with each passing day. Did we love her, little miss sunshine?
Yes, and we tried so hard not too.
Who wouldn't love such a girl, she was my brand of gun and Angel's brand of roses.
She was Buffy without the fists of iron, she was Dru but less insane.
"Can I stay here forever, Spiky? Looking at the stars and blood with you?"
"Of course, we're never going to let you go, pet."