Rating: G
Summary: Darla's POV after she is turned by Dru.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. All belongs to Joss and co.
Angelus, my childe, my mate, my lover. For a hundred and fifty years, he was everything to me. I loved him in a way no one knew.
Angel, a mere shadow of my darling boy. Wandering the dirty back alleys of Los Angeles acting the hero and saving lost souls. I want to believe he is the same demon. But he's not, is he? That's why he staked me. Staked me for the Slayer. A young naïve cheerleader.
But when I was human, I almost thought he loved me. He tried so hard to save my soul. But he failed. That was when Dru offered me eternal life. An eternal life I no longer wanted. I can still see his face when he could help me. His dark eyes so full of pain and sorrow.
When I close my eyes, I can still see him, hear him, feel him. We would be back in that dingy motel room where he would still be holding me, whispering words of love and comfort in my ear.
Maybe some day I can forget him and move on.
But until that day, I am eternally his.
End.