sudden inspiration hit when i was listening to the radio and Jesse McCartney's 'Beautiful Soul' came on. I was thinking about the stupidness of the title and some of the lyrics...well, don't want to give TOO much away. first semi-buffy story, though at this time Sunnydale is NOT destroyed, though the song came out after

I don't want another pretty face...

The vampire ruthlessly pulled the innocent woman to his chest. She smiled expectantly, though it faltered at his abrupt behavior. "Like it rough, big boy?" She asked coyly. It took all of his restraint not to roll his eyes.

I don't want just any one to hold...

She was a pretty one. A towering six foot with long eyelashes and curly auburn hair which was pulled back in a thick barrette. Her lips were so glossed that he was sure that by throwing her to the floor she would slide, though he did not test the theory.

I don't want my love to go to waste...

The Bronze, one of Sunnydale's hotspots, was crammed that night. Jesse McCartney was crooning to the audience, and even the vampire's victim had been captivated. He always found the singer slash actor to be too feminine for his tastes. Different strokes, he supposed as he pulled down on the woman's hair to reveal her pale neck reflecting in the moonlight. It was a wonder that someone so naive could have survived in that infamous vampire town.

I want you and your...

Before the sentence could be finished the vampire hungrily thrust his head down to her level, seeing as he was a good four inches taller, and feasted. She let out a gasp of surprise and attempted a weak struggle to no avail. The blood which missed his hungry and gaping mouth sprayed the asphalt with crimson.

beautiful soul.

He wrenched his head upwards at the lyrics and down at his bloodied and dying victim. She had lost consciousness. "What?" He said aloud, stricken by the stupidity of the words. I want your beautiful soul? He mused, furrowing his already crinkled eyebrows.

What kind of human wrote lyrics such as those? He reveled in the stupidity of every syllable as the song, though he ignored the rest of the words as he stood in the alleyway, his victim discarded and forgotten.

"Oh...God. Now I think I've lost my appetite. Way to belittle the possession of a soul, Jesse McCartney." He said bitterly under his breath, stalking out of the alleyway. "Way to go."

Kind of a drabble, but it just struck me as I was listening to the radio. I want you and your beautiful soul? Who the hell says that? Please review and tell me what you think. Sorry to Jesse McCartney fans but what in God's sacred name was he thinking?