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Vissi D'amore (1/1)
by Samantha McCullah
I wanted to kill him.
I want to kill him every time he touches her. Every time he lays a hand on her. But tonight was different. Tonight he was touching her, my princess, because he knows it pisses me off. He's mocking me, and he thinks I can't do anything about it.
Well, Angelus, like usual, you're wrong.
I can walk. But I'll wait. I'll bide my time until the right moment. Until Angel's at his weakest. When he's too wrapped up in that bitch of an ex-girlfriend of his, when he can't see me comin'.
Then Dru will come back. My black goddess, my black queen will come back. And then we'll have a goin' away party for Angel and the Slayer. And they'll both die. Dru'll be mine, and we can rule the Hellmouth like we did before he came back.
She needs me. She doesn't need him. It wasn't long ago she wanted to torture him, to have me rip his heart out and serve it to her on a silver plate. Now she spends every minute with him. Touching him, kissing him. We never spend time anymore; she's either out huntin' with Angelus or she's over in the bloody corner playing with those damn dolls.
He treats her like an object, something to be owned and used. I treated her like a goddess, something to be worshipped and feared. And she chooses him. Her sire, my sire.
"With you being special needs boy, I figure I should stay close to home, you and Dru could always use another pair of hands."
I'm going to kill him. And I'm gonna make it hurt. I'm gonna make him bleed, and his blood will run like water.
I'll get my pet back. Even if I have to deal with the bloody Slayer to do it.
Fin