Christmas Unloved
"Have you ever wanted to spend Christmas day with six people who you spend every day with knowing they hate you? Probably not. But you're not me are you Luv?"
That's what I should have said to her. But then she looks at me that way. A way she saves for very rare occasions. A look that says 'Not everyone hates you. I Lo... Not yet.' I know she never will. I sigh and give in, saying I'll be there after sunset.
I can see it now. Anya sat in the corner with a drink, glancing at Xander every so often while handing out sarcastic comments. Xander on the opposite end of the sofa, making moon eyes at Anya whenever she's not looking at him. Naturally the witches would be in the kitchen preparing the evening meal, saved for when I arrive. There's more kissing than there is cooking. Lil bit will be off being a teenager, sulking 'cause someone won't sing with her on her newly brought karaoke machine, least no one will until they've all had a few more drinks. Then at least one oif them, most probably Anya, will fall into the tree. The she, The Slayer, will have just got in from patrolling. Slightly bruised and blooded stained from a recent fight. Yeah, that's how I want to spend Christmas.
I almost don't make it to the door, festive happiness is only 2 meters away and I don't know if I can bring myself to join it. Then she walks up the path, exactly as I thought it'd be. She limps a bit.
"Ok Luv?"
"Strong vampire. I'll be fine." She replies coldly to me, as if she doesn't want me here. "Coming in?" She's at the door now, waiting for me. Her tone has changed Warm. Kind. Wanting.
I drop my head and walk in, completely losing my appearance as the Big Bad vampire I once was. That appearance left me when I fell for her, at least to her it did.
"Have you ever wanted to spend Christmas day with six people who you spend every day with knowing they hate you? Probably not. But you're not me are you Luv?"
That's what I should have said to her. But then she looks at me that way. A way she saves for very rare occasions. A look that says 'Not everyone hates you. I Lo... Not yet.' I know she never will. I sigh and give in, saying I'll be there after sunset.
I can see it now. Anya sat in the corner with a drink, glancing at Xander every so often while handing out sarcastic comments. Xander on the opposite end of the sofa, making moon eyes at Anya whenever she's not looking at him. Naturally the witches would be in the kitchen preparing the evening meal, saved for when I arrive. There's more kissing than there is cooking. Lil bit will be off being a teenager, sulking 'cause someone won't sing with her on her newly brought karaoke machine, least no one will until they've all had a few more drinks. Then at least one oif them, most probably Anya, will fall into the tree. The she, The Slayer, will have just got in from patrolling. Slightly bruised and blooded stained from a recent fight. Yeah, that's how I want to spend Christmas.
I almost don't make it to the door, festive happiness is only 2 meters away and I don't know if I can bring myself to join it. Then she walks up the path, exactly as I thought it'd be. She limps a bit.
"Ok Luv?"
"Strong vampire. I'll be fine." She replies coldly to me, as if she doesn't want me here. "Coming in?" She's at the door now, waiting for me. Her tone has changed Warm. Kind. Wanting.
I drop my head and walk in, completely losing my appearance as the Big Bad vampire I once was. That appearance left me when I fell for her, at least to her it did.