I search for them, blonds of all shapes and sizes (sometimes smart most of the times not), big or small they just have to have that lush blond hair and maybe smell of strawberries (even blueberries).
The lingering scent of sweetness and sweat, the only person who had that ran a sword through me and saved the world at the same time (would I do that? No, no I would only bring it down in ruins).
And lucky her someday she might get the second change of doing it all over again.
It was my lucky day, I could hear it the beat of a small heart the lingering smell of burning and strawberries, with the flash of blond hair.
A soft growl fell from my lips as I trailed her, the smell making me move faster and want even more.
With one step I had her arms so small but they still had strength to them, a wicked smile on my lips as I tasted hers (tastes like trouble tastes a little too familiar).
My scream was quick and almost a growl as I pulled away from her, blue sparks covering my skin and seeping under it.
With the back of my hand I sent her to the ground, staring at the bad girl with wonder, something I didn't find these days (except for her, but this was stranger, maybe even better).
"My, my, what do we have here? Sparky?"
Her body weighed less then any other even little Miss Buffy, her scent over taking me all over again (burning skin and strawberries).
"I'm saving you, Miss Blondie. You're the best brand out there, missy."
A laugh low and rich fled from my lips.
It would seem this was one of my better days in these long years, and it was all thanks to one little girl and her sparkling finger tips.
"We're going to have so much fun! Just you wait and see, little one."
The lighting wasn't good, the rats tasted like rust and every where you stepped was cob webs and dust mites.
But it was home, dirty, dirty home, and it was better then being chased by cops and there oh so bad guns.
A bump was forming on the top of her head, reddish and yellow all at once, but all I could stare at was those long locks of silky golden.
"Don't forget Slush-O, chilly cold. Changes lips to a lovely blue, I like so very much."
Shush-O? Strange, strange little girl, a little too strange to kill, maybe strange enough to turn (turn into a strange little girl with a face that brings fear)?
My fingers ran over blond locks, the image of one certain slayer playing in my mind.
I cursed her name with word of both hate and tad bit of love (love, love it hurts to day such a disgusting word), even if my mind wouldn't emit it.
A smile wicked and wide flooded my face as I looked at her, little Miss sparky, she was the only one that could take away the craving for slayer lips and slayer hair that filled me each and everyday.
"I don't like creepy men in black trench coats and fangs that crave my flesh, plus the last person that was this close and not family smelled like burned meat when I was done with him."
Her voice didn't have an edge to it, it didn't fill up brimming with hate and disgust like the slayers, it had a sing-song manner to it like she out having a picnic with daddy in the park rather in the arms of a vampire trapped in his lair.
Lips like pink berries fell on my thin ones, blue sparks filling up in my mouth and sending me to the floor.
"That's just a taste boy, want some more?"
Giggles, free and flowing, crazy eyes found mine, her little mind lost in a thousand seas, a blond Dru smiling at me through pearly white teeth.
I surprised her as my lips turned up in a smile and said two words no one had ever said (not him, not her, not anyone).
"More please."
Her hands, small and pale even next to my skin, holding me by the collar, eyes searching my face looking for something that seems not to be there.
Lips soft and rough on mine, pain surging through me, sparks of blue consuming every part of me.
"Strange man you like pain more then me, strange indeed. I like you, and I don't like a lot of people."
"Neither do I, blond one."
Cold on warm childish lips, she was mine and I was hers.
There was something different about her, not her lips, not her hair, just who she was and how much I wanted her more then all of the others.
Darla, (mother-dear,) and Dru, (seeing things in the dark and calling me daddy), they were family (even that damned Spike) and you can't turn out family when you've grown bored with them. Their needy grabs and their nagging voice drilling into my skull.
I can't say she is Buffy, no; no she is so much more, a crazy side to her and she's not afraid to share it with the world.
Maybe this time I won't grow bored with this one, her lips didn't taste of a rush that soon would be over in a day or two. No, no, they tasted like something new something William had with Dru-dear; she tasted of bitterness and lust (love! Really?).
"Nice place, it smells like death, just like you, boy. Don't give that look, I've know my share of fangy men (Josef business-man too consumed with his freshies), just like you. Now, kiss or die."
So I kissed her, and she lied, killing me all the same with blue sparks.