She's beautiful.

So bloody beautiful.

Everything about her.

Her hair, that honey-blond color like riping wheat under the summers sun.

Her eyes, deep blue-green like the sea near the shore.

Her smile, like a sunrise cutting though my darkness like a knife.

I want to wrap my arms around her and spin her around and around. Till we get dizzy and fall to
the ground.

I want to kiss her senseless and breathless.

I want to show her that there is more to life than fighting and dying.

Show her that there is more to me.

I'm not just a murder. That's part of me but only part.

I can love and I can hurt. I can smile and laugh for joy, not just to be cruel.

Can't she see the real me? The me sitting in the tree outside of her window still. The me that
messes up when I try to insult her. The me that loved Drusilla and now loves her.

Won't she try?

I dream of her. I dream of seeing her in the sunlight. I dream of confessing my love to her. I
dream of becoming human and watching her in sunlight. I dream of living my unlife with her,
until we die after saving the world.

Not very romantic, or very likely.

But I will never change her. Ever. If she was to ever be sired, I would stake her. She is
goodness, she is the sun in the darkness of my life. I could never stand to see her corupted and
deformed.

I want to tell her how much she means to me. I want to his her and stoke her hair. I want to
gather her up in my arms and act like a great big ponce. I want her to fall in love with me like
she fell in love with the poof.

But she won't.

So I sit here in a tree outside of her house, listening to her speak with I smoke my cigarettes.

God I hate my life.