Part 3
He felt sick inside. Something had crawled inside him since moving to LA. It slept during the day. But when the night came it would gnaw into his mind. The serpent forced him out of his comfy apartment. Forced him into all the clubs of LA. Night after night, a different club for every star in the sky.
He'd been dying when he'd finally found the cure. A beautiful red haired dominatrix with a resemblance to the girl he loved. His instincts had told him to wait it out. Find out as much about the girl before introducing himself. But fate intervened and he had to jump in and save her.
He had been hoping, that night staring at the pile of ashes at his feet, that she would be a figment of his imagination, or some weird identical twin. But no, it had been Willow. Willow in black leather. A Willow that made his demon lunge and his soul ache.
He had tried to leave her then. Tried to move his feet, but the floor had swallowed them whole. Her hands touched him and he spiraled out of consciousness. It was like tripping on acid. The walls disappeared and then den of noise coming from the other patrons had stopped as if GOD or THE POWERS THAT BE had hit the mute button.
All he could here was her heart. All he could see was the paleness of her skin and how the blood filled veins stood against it. All he could smell was her arousal. But he couldn't feel her. Not when they were on the dance floor, grinding into each other. He should have known better, dancing never led anywhere good with women. He hadn't felt her later. Not until he had sunken to her hot sex. And then touch had been reawakened in his senses like fire.
He felt dirty for having done it. She was supposed to be Willow, pure and innocent. He had corrupted her with his presence. Never mind the stench of other men, that had gagged him at first. That part, was the other. The dominatrix, leather clad woman that had entranced the entire club. But the woman who he had…taken…that was Willow of Sunnydale. He had defiled her.
And now he spent all his time watching her. From the shadows, where her human eyes couldn't see.
The ache had gone for a few days. But now it was back. It burnt him. He had to find a way back to the cure.
End Part 3