Angelus
Buffy? Where to begin?
I could start with her toes and go upward. Or I could start at the crown of her golden head. I can actually be quite poetic on occasion. And not just with bodies and blood.
Buffy stirs my passions more than any other creature I have ever come across. She calls to me. I have her in my blood. It's a seductive siren song and the kicker is that's it's begin sung by an innocent little blonde slayer.
I wanted to destroy her.
When she set me free with her innocent passion and released me for the first time in a hundred years I hated her. I should have thanked her by fucking her until she blacked out and turning her but I foolishly assumed that my feelings toward her were simply traces of soulboy and not my own. Yes, I should have known better. Had I done that I could easily be ruling the world with her by my side and in my bed.
She's exquisitely beautiful. You could see it when she as 17 and I imagine that she would be even more so now that she has had the chance to grow into her beauty. Golden and vital, delicate but deadly. I have the memory of taking her virginity and I got a very good look at her entire body. Little Buff has one of the sexist, loveliest, and most feminine bodies I have ever seen. With clothes on she is sensual but high class, she doesn't look or dress like a whore which considering the fact that I own her is greatly appreciated.
She has the face of a sex kitten. Masses of floaty golden blonde hair tumble around her shoulders, her big green eyes are wide and innocent, her nose is admittedly adorable, her mouth is….well, to keep it appropriate perfect, but there are a lot of other adjectives that would work as well. Overall though, she face has an uncommon elegance which is rare in a woman who is really little more than a girl. She certainly is capable of looking regal, which is good because as soon as I am back in control of my body I am going to find her, fuck her, and turn her. Then she will be my consort and queen for eternity.
I am not only interested in her looks just so you know. I have had thousands of lovely women and only two meant anything to me at all. But I could have easily dismissed Darla or Dru and have lived easily without them. They were never my equals. Only one is. Buffy is above all, a predator. Actually, that's wrong, she is above all, mine. But after that, yes, a predator.
She is a lithe huntress, stalking her prey. Deadly and vicious, there exists a darkness within her despite her god damn purity. She is sleek and swift, her mind calculating and cunning, and when she strikes it is always lethal.
Except with me of course.
Buffy is mine.
My mate.
My bitch, my slave, my queen, my goddess, my consort, my everything.
Mine.