You look at me and my breath catches

Green eyes so pure, so vibrant, so cold

As frigid as the moon under which you slay those vile beasts,

As well as your own personal demons.

You hunt me down, looking for a heart to pierce.

My heart.

The organ which hasn't beat in over a century,

Yet somehow it feels like it beats for you.

Don't let my icy skin fool you Slayer,

I feel as warm and alive as ever in your presence.

Until you seek me out,

Using me for every need you could possibly think of.

I split in two,

Part of me happy to finally be close to you,

To feel as though you need me as much as I need you.

I'm not Spike when I'm with you,

I'm William.

But the warmth leaves when you do.

And I turn back into the cold, dead monster that is gnawing at me,

Tempting me to turn away from this life,

From everything I've become,

From you.

The blood that I've shed can never be undone,

And you cannot forget it,

Nor can you bring yourself to love a thing

As vile as me.

And my dead heart breaks when you no longer need me.

I call you "pet," but I am the one who is loyal to you,

For I will do whatever you ask of me.

You kick me,

Abuse me,

Neglect me,

And yet I always come running back when you call my name.

I want you,

I need you,

But I know I don't deserve you,

And yet that thought will never be enough for me to leave you.