History Repeats (2/?: Sorrow the Second)
Angelus
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.

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It's cold here in her bed without him. She wonders vaguely if he'd climb up the tree and slip through her window to be with her, then pushes the thought out of her mind when she remembers that she's not supposed to want him in here with her. But it's so cold...

She considers it ironic, really, that she would seek warmth from the cool body of a vampire; that a killer could make her feel so safe; that a man without a soul could make her feel so loved; that someone dead can make her feel so alive.

When she looks into his eyes, she can almost forget that he's a vampire. Yes, he's the classic bad boy that she swore she'd never fall for again, but he has a way of making her feel like the only thing on this planet that matters. Riley used to do that. He makes her stomach flutter and her legs go weak at the knees when he walks in the room. Angel used to have that effect on her.

If she looks at it objectively, he's everything she ever wanted in both Riley and Angel; he's loyal without getting suck jobs from vamps in his spare time, but he is a vampire himself. There's no danger of him losing his soul in the midst of consummating the passion and sexual tension that underlies their every encounter, but that's only because he never had one to begin with. She supposes it will always come back to that.

There's no denying that she still wants him; she has to fight it every night when her patrol leads her past or through the graveyard. If she stops, she imagines she can almost feel him calling out to her. She nearly gave in last week; she stood for close to fifteen minutes outside his crypt before finally making herself turn away. It had been hard to do, however; knowing that he was just on the other side of the thin wooden door, waiting.

She's taken the crosses and garlic down from her bedroom windows, but still he doesn't come. A daily war wages in her head as to whether she actually wants him to or not. But oh how nice it would be, she thinks, if he just crawled through the window right now and laid down beside her...

But still he doesn't.

So she waits.

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End chapter 2.