Angel.
Kind of ironic, considering I kill things for a living.
Good thing most of them are already dead. I just make sure they know when to lie down.
I move through the dark as sure as humans through the light . . . only I look better doing it. My dark wardrobe isn't just to make Buffy swoon, it is also practical. On missions like this, I need to be as swift and sure as my opponent. In this case, it's the bastard who's killing the woman I love.
I'm out to return the favor.
If the Scoobies are good for anything other than wit, it's research. Giles and Willow were able to track down some obscure location of the vamp I have to take out. They mentioned his name, Ver- something. I can't remember, but it doesn't matter. You don't have a name when your dead.
Lucky for me, the girl of my dreams also has the weapons chest of my dreams, and I snagged a broadsword-my weapon of choice- to go along with my fight face.
I fly past the trees, stones and-of course- gravestones surrounding the old Victorian mansion miles out of town. Of course it's a spooky mansion. Do these guys get the Bad Ass Vampire newsletter? Does it have decorating articles? It's always the same.
Bad guy hurts Buffy. Usually, though, she hurts him worse. Only this time she can't.
When she contacted me, there was this burning in my heart that should have gone away by now. It's been years. Will there ever be a time when I can hear her voice, see her face, and not feel it?
God, I hope not.
Snap out of it! Keep your head in the game! I'm almost there now, I'm at the front door. It's some old oak thing, carved to it's last inch. Looks expensive.
I break it down.
Time to play.