And the thing is that they can sleep at night.
For them this life is what they have chosen.
Xander overheard that his worst fears were true. It was that moment that he chose to protect the home he always knew. He is faithful and loyal. He will fight to the death, because he has nothing else. I mean that in the best way. He has found a calling that makes him feel important. He is wonderful and his heart is just so big. His only validation of an unhappy childhood is that he gets to fight evil. What he'll never realize is that he is only compensating (well Maggie would be proud). Also he fights so hard because he knows that he always has me to use as a safety net. I will never let anything hurt him. At night he will fall asleep besides the demon that loves him, and I will make sure that nothing hurts them.
Willow was quiet and shy. She never knew what she could do. She never knew what she had in her. Her parents taught her strict adherence to the norm. She never was normal though. She was bursting with power and all of this slyness. She was by my side first to be with Xander, then because she found a part of herself that she never knew. She never could have made it the normal way. She got to choose however. She got to choose to utilize her power. It was her decision which lead to her empowerment. No one ever said she had to learn magic, she did it on her own. Her sleep as of late isn't easy. However she can close her eyes and know the biggest demon she'll ever face is herself. I will kill anything else before it comes to our door.
Just down the hall from where Willow sleeps lays Dawn. It may seem as if she had no choice, but she does. We're all put on Earth in whatever form the Powers want to give us. She is just a little different. She gets a choice in her everyday life. She has had it rough, but she still gets a normal life. Well as normal as the kid sister of the Slayer can get. Dawn key holes are rare and as long as they don't appear she is free to grow up and live how she wants to live. She idolizes me, but I envy her. She gets to go to sleep every night and know that I will not let anything happen to her.
So while they slumber away I'm forced into the night. Into the graveyards and the sleeze that everyone wants to overlook. I just want to be able to choose.
When I'm completely alone and being honest I know that is when I respect Spike. He's right, we're the same. We are creatures of the night, although neither of us really got much a say in it. A dizty blonde is not really much of a slayer. A poet is not much of a vampire. We are the same. We are simple people who began one day in innocence and by the end of that day we were forced into a world that was dark.
I respect him because he embraces what he is. He embraces the demon that they put in him. He chose to be a vampire to the greatest of his power. He killed ruthlessly, he maimed. He felt what was inside of him and he cherished it. I respect him because despite the years of his demon he was able to adapt to being neutered. He let go of the life he knew for the second time and he chose to be the best he could be. He knew he could never step into the light, but he contented himself with shadows. He has never defied his own nature, he has defined it.
So I can feel him as he approaches. He doesn't say a word.
I will never kill him. I will never push him away. He shows me every day what I could be if I embrace myself. If I were to choose my heritage then perhaps I would find peace. I respect him. I want to be like him. I'm not one to live in the dark, but I think we could reside in the shadows.
While they all sleep I keep them safe, but I am not alone.
I will never be alone as long as he is here.
For them this life is what they have chosen.
Xander overheard that his worst fears were true. It was that moment that he chose to protect the home he always knew. He is faithful and loyal. He will fight to the death, because he has nothing else. I mean that in the best way. He has found a calling that makes him feel important. He is wonderful and his heart is just so big. His only validation of an unhappy childhood is that he gets to fight evil. What he'll never realize is that he is only compensating (well Maggie would be proud). Also he fights so hard because he knows that he always has me to use as a safety net. I will never let anything hurt him. At night he will fall asleep besides the demon that loves him, and I will make sure that nothing hurts them.
Willow was quiet and shy. She never knew what she could do. She never knew what she had in her. Her parents taught her strict adherence to the norm. She never was normal though. She was bursting with power and all of this slyness. She was by my side first to be with Xander, then because she found a part of herself that she never knew. She never could have made it the normal way. She got to choose however. She got to choose to utilize her power. It was her decision which lead to her empowerment. No one ever said she had to learn magic, she did it on her own. Her sleep as of late isn't easy. However she can close her eyes and know the biggest demon she'll ever face is herself. I will kill anything else before it comes to our door.
Just down the hall from where Willow sleeps lays Dawn. It may seem as if she had no choice, but she does. We're all put on Earth in whatever form the Powers want to give us. She is just a little different. She gets a choice in her everyday life. She has had it rough, but she still gets a normal life. Well as normal as the kid sister of the Slayer can get. Dawn key holes are rare and as long as they don't appear she is free to grow up and live how she wants to live. She idolizes me, but I envy her. She gets to go to sleep every night and know that I will not let anything happen to her.
So while they slumber away I'm forced into the night. Into the graveyards and the sleeze that everyone wants to overlook. I just want to be able to choose.
When I'm completely alone and being honest I know that is when I respect Spike. He's right, we're the same. We are creatures of the night, although neither of us really got much a say in it. A dizty blonde is not really much of a slayer. A poet is not much of a vampire. We are the same. We are simple people who began one day in innocence and by the end of that day we were forced into a world that was dark.
I respect him because he embraces what he is. He embraces the demon that they put in him. He chose to be a vampire to the greatest of his power. He killed ruthlessly, he maimed. He felt what was inside of him and he cherished it. I respect him because despite the years of his demon he was able to adapt to being neutered. He let go of the life he knew for the second time and he chose to be the best he could be. He knew he could never step into the light, but he contented himself with shadows. He has never defied his own nature, he has defined it.
So I can feel him as he approaches. He doesn't say a word.
I will never kill him. I will never push him away. He shows me every day what I could be if I embrace myself. If I were to choose my heritage then perhaps I would find peace. I respect him. I want to be like him. I'm not one to live in the dark, but I think we could reside in the shadows.
While they all sleep I keep them safe, but I am not alone.
I will never be alone as long as he is here.