"Why do you love me?"
And there she goes again. Looking at him accusingly. Did she expect him to try and justify it? He'd made it clear all along that it wasn't something that he was in control of. Bloody hell. Did she think that he got some sort of thrill from being beaten to a pulp by the slayer and then .?
Okay possibly not the best scenario.
Why did he love her? Was it because that when he spoke to her he knew that there was someone there taking note of what he said? Even if it was just to mock him. Was it because sometimes when he looked at her the light shone through so brightly that it hurt his eyes and made him want to reach out for her and touch it?
When the sun was up and he was left stranded and alone in his crypt he sometimes wondered about what sort of relationship he and Buffy had. If relationship was the word for the wham, bam, thank you mam treatment that he usually received from the slayer.
Maybe Buffy didn't realise it, but she needed him.
Or there again maybe she did realise it and that was the reason why she kept asking that question.
Why did he love the slayer? Why was the slayer so desperate for an explanation of the unexplainable?
He recalled the first time he had caught a glimpse of her in the Bronze. His head had been full of Dru and yet he had noticed the feline way that she writhed in time to the music. She didn't like him to compare her to an animal but that was what she was. It was the way she had to be to survive.
The slayer relied on her instincts. It was reaction and impulse that counted rather than brain. He could understand that. It was the reason he had lasted so long himself.
Impulse and reaction.
Right now however those instincts were failing him. He knew that she was waiting for something more.
And yet there was no more that he could give.
And there she goes again. Looking at him accusingly. Did she expect him to try and justify it? He'd made it clear all along that it wasn't something that he was in control of. Bloody hell. Did she think that he got some sort of thrill from being beaten to a pulp by the slayer and then .?
Okay possibly not the best scenario.
Why did he love her? Was it because that when he spoke to her he knew that there was someone there taking note of what he said? Even if it was just to mock him. Was it because sometimes when he looked at her the light shone through so brightly that it hurt his eyes and made him want to reach out for her and touch it?
When the sun was up and he was left stranded and alone in his crypt he sometimes wondered about what sort of relationship he and Buffy had. If relationship was the word for the wham, bam, thank you mam treatment that he usually received from the slayer.
Maybe Buffy didn't realise it, but she needed him.
Or there again maybe she did realise it and that was the reason why she kept asking that question.
Why did he love the slayer? Why was the slayer so desperate for an explanation of the unexplainable?
He recalled the first time he had caught a glimpse of her in the Bronze. His head had been full of Dru and yet he had noticed the feline way that she writhed in time to the music. She didn't like him to compare her to an animal but that was what she was. It was the way she had to be to survive.
The slayer relied on her instincts. It was reaction and impulse that counted rather than brain. He could understand that. It was the reason he had lasted so long himself.
Impulse and reaction.
Right now however those instincts were failing him. He knew that she was waiting for something more.
And yet there was no more that he could give.