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Summary: But after that night, the one small mistake, you can never feel her there anymore.

Pairing: Implied B/a (Yucko!) B/f

It's sometimes the way she stares at you. Large, viridian eyes peering stealthily from their place behind a book.

Or sometimes from around the corner where you'll be standing, she'll be watching.

You can always tell.

You can feel her eyes burn upon your back most of the time.

But after that night, the one small mistake, you can never feel her there anymore.

It really wasn't your fault, though both you and she blame you.

And even though she will be standing just right behind you, she won't say a word.

"Wanna'… head to the Bronze awhile?" You'll ask, but she'll just reply with a small shake of the head.

"Hey, B, I got an idea. Let's go patrol or somethin'… Kick some vampire ass?" But she'll just reply with a small

shake of the head.

And it kills you.

And you want to do something about it.

You are desperate to get her eyes upon you again, and only you.

But, by the time you arrive at her house, her lips are already locked with that vampire's. And most definitely her

eyes are not on you.

Your own eyes go easily wide, shock first seeps into your brain as she pulls away, silent.

Next comes the remorse, the guilt that you didn't fix things earlier.

And finally, the anger.

You are seething.

You don't even know it, but tears are spilling smoothly down your pale cheeks.

You don't know it either that your hands are locked around the gun you suddenly find in your hands.

You don't remember how it got there, but you know it's what you have to do.

You're screaming, but you can't hear yourself.

You are thrashing, but her hands are trying to calm you.

And soon, you are smashing, breaking, and destroying everything in sight.

You are out of control, and you love it.

You shoot the gun into the air, watching the bullet protrude into the ceiling and disappear.

You want to aim it at him, at her, at yourself.

It doesn't matter who, you just want to hear it.

So you'll start with him.

And the next thing you know, you are standing with blood on your hands. But it's not his blood.

His is spread all over the carpet, all over himself.

It's your blood on you.

It's what she's taking out and showing to you.

You look down and see the claw marks across your abdomen.

Then you see her.

Beautiful, beautiful her.

She's on her knees, clawing at you, sobbing.

Now, who's lost control?

You smile, cock the gun, and push it towards her.

"Do it." You whisper.

"Please." You beg.

She only looks at you with a look of pure shock, then looks down to the metal in her hands.

And the next thing you know, you're surrounded by the velvet clouds, wrapped in the arms of someone so

comforting, someone you've longed to explore.

But it's not her.

You can see her though.

You can feel her.

Right now.

"I love you."