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The young girl stood only centimetres away from the tide, allowing the water to lazily lap at her feet. The sun was high in the sky, it's gentle rays bathing her in a warm light. The sand nestled comfortably between her toes, and she let the water trickle over her feet, washing away her worries. But she wasn't worried anymore. She was waiting.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around her petite frame with an unexpected amount of gentleness. With a sigh of contentment, she leaned back into the embrace, safe in the knowledge that she would only be released when she chose to be.

His head came to rest on her neck, and she felt his warm breath against her skin.

"You came back," she said, still staring out into the endless blue wilderness.

"Don't I always?" he whispered, nuzzling so close that he could smell her vanilla perfume.

She squeezed him tightly before turning around to view his sculpted features. Running a hand through his soft, brown hair, she continued downwards, caressing his smooth cheek. She frowned slightly as she considered his words.

"Not always."

****

Such a beautiful shade of black, she mused as she stared up into the night. A velvet sky greeted her adoring eyes, handfuls of diamonds thrown into the material, making tiny pinpricks of light. And best of all was her moon. Large, and fat and round, and gazing straight back at her. And it was whispering such wonderful things. . .'He'll be here soon, my child. He'll be back, your dark knight, and never leave you. Just as long as you listen to me. Only to me'.

She nodded at the sky, sealing the deal. What she wouldn't give for her knight, and now he would be hers forever!

And so the pale woman was not surprised as his arms came to rest around her waist.

"You came back," she stated. She knew it was true now. He would always come back. Only for her now, only for Princess. . .

"Don't I always?" said the dark haired man with a casual smile.

She turned in his arms, tracing a line down his cheek, hearing the creek of leather as he moved in closer to her, craving her cool touch. With a red-tipped nail, she delicately scratched the skin, and watched as the bead of blood welled. Beautiful. So beautiful against his pale skin. She licked it off, and returned to his question.

"Yes my Angel. You always do."

****

The blond girl looked into his soulful eyes, and saw pain.

"I'm sorry," he said, loosening his grip on her cotton-clad shoulders, and looking away in shame. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you always do. That's how it's meant to be." Her eyes widened in the confusion of a young child. "That's what we are, don't you see?"

It was turning cold now, and her summer dress was not enough to stop her from shivering. He noticed, and enveloped her again, sharing his own new-found warmth. "Take it, Buffy. Take me. Take it all. Take - "

"I said, will you take it Anne, and then check out the order for table 5!" The waitress brushed part the daydreaming girl. "Did you hear me?"

"What?" Buffy stared in a daze. "Oh - Right," and she picked up the tray and headed towards the table, trying to rid her thoughts of a certain person.

Maybe with only a few more months work she could save enough to leave this place, head for the beach maybe. . .? But he wouldn't be there, would he. He never really was.

****

"It'll be just you and me now, Dru," said her lover with the utmost confidence. "Just like how it was before. You'd like that, babe?"

"Yes my sweet, but can't our little Spike play as well?" she inquired innocently.

He laughed, full and hard. "I'm sure our boy has better things to do. You don't want him anymore. I'm all you need." He yanked her head, back, exposing her porcelain neck. "You pity him, that's all. Nothing but sympathy."

"He's not half the demon you are," she readily agreed, writhing in pleasure at his touch.

"He can't hurt you like I do, honey." He tenderly ran his hands through her mahogany locks, then viciously pulled at the long tresses. Seeing the excitement in her eyes, he bit into her jugular, devouring her essence.

He finished drinking, his demon showing in his features, as was hers. She laughed in delight, a sound like a child's scream. "Yes, love. This is how it's meant to be."

"Forever," they chimed simultaneously.

But then the earth - her world - it began to shake. Everything was moving, her Angel fell into a crack in the ground the size of a house. "No!" she screamed, struggling to follow him. The shaking only got worse.

"No!"

"Dru, darling, wake up. We're nearly there," Spike's concerned voice floated towards her. She was being shook by him, taken away from her dream, from *her* Angel.

Her eyes flashed open, and she immediately swiped with her nails, hoping to gouge his eyes out.

"Bloody hell!" he swore, swinging his head out of reach. The DeSoto followed in turn, and screeched along the freeway. "What are you playing at Dru?"

He was angry at her. He was always angry now. Well she was angry too. He'd taken away her lovely dream. He'd helped kill her Angel with the Slayer!

"You took him away," she spat, voice filled with venom. "I won't forget what you did to our family."

"We've talked about this, sweets. . ." His voice trailed off. She was no longer listening. It wasn't important anymore.

No, she thought to herself as the battered vehicle flew down the roads, - I won't forget. . .

****

Fin.