Best Actor based on the Buffy Universe - HETERO
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Best Actor based on the Buffy Universe - HETERO
-- Actors based on or from the Buffy Universe that is in a Heterosexual relationship. --
01.
The fourteen days before I found myself back on Tara’s doorstep had probably been some of the worst I’d ever had. And I’d had some pretty bloody awful ones.
See, as soon as night falls any self-respecting vampire, chipped or not, usually gets the hell out of wherever hole they’ve spent the day cooped up in. Call it tradition. Course, during the last two weeks I hadn’t been that big on tradition. Then again, I also hadn’t been all that self-respecting, either.
There was one tradition I’d held true to though, and that was the ancient practice of going out and getting pissed out of my brain. Couple that with the new and exciting custom of pretending not to think about Buffy and all the other…things that I told myself I’d never think of again, and you had yourself one hell of a night.
Course, it was bloody hard to not think about any of it when all you seemed to be able to do was think about it.
Night in, night out, and after the first, oh say four nights, I gave in.
And so that’s how I ended up at Tara’s door tonight…well, sort of.
See, I thought the Watchers’ diary would’ve been a good read. Thought it might spill a few small secrets, let me relive some of my glory days through the eyes of some stuck up British ponce and maybe by extension, even give me a good laugh, but it hadn’t. Oh, all that stuff was in there all right, all the things I’d done, the Slayer’s I’d done in, everything. But there were other things in that book. Things I never thought I’d ever see.
My own poetry was one of them. When I realised that Tara must have read them. All. Well, to say I was embarrassed would have been an understatement, pissed off maybe, mortified definitely. I really never knew so many different emotions could collide in a blokes head without sending him stark raving mad, but apparently they could.
But they weren’t the only surprises hidden in that book, oh no, seems Tara had left something of hers in there too. Apparently she wrote poetry? Who knew, eh? It was…well, almost as crap as mine really, but it made me…
02.
And so a week, maybe two, passed pretty much the same way. Buffy would visit just about every day. She'd bring the blood, let me drink it, wash it down... then we'd yank each other's clothes off and throw down on the bed and go at it. Not much in the way of foreplay, and so far, not a lot of variation, either.
But Buffy always started looking at me with hate, then like she couldn't live without me, and then right back to hating me while she was putting her panties back on.
And as great as it was to be bedding a Slayer, one that pretty much despised me, to boot, it still wasn't enough. Buffy still looked at me as 'second-best', just a poor reflection of the man she loved.
I hate being second-best. Because I wasn't.
That was what I needed to teach Buffy. A Slayer didn't belong with some weepy, pansy-assed do-gooder who was content to be her lapdog, and sniff at her heels for the rest of his immortal life. That's not the way nature worked.
The utlimate pairing for a Slayer, especially for as exceptional a Slayer as Buffy Summers wasn't a comrade-- it was an adversary. She deserved to be with her opposite, with the one magnificent bastard who could match her, complement her in every way.
That would be me, of course.
So, I figured it was time to turn the heat up a little and see just how far Buffy was willing to go. Over the last few days, I'd been feeling a lot closer to my old self. I could walk around the mansion just fine, and was a lot less hungry between Buffy's feedings. Well, less hungry for blood, anyway.
The time had passed when Buffy would have come, so I knew she must be out on patrol. I found a few of my clothes still in decent condition. Slipping on the leather jeans and boots, the blood-colored shirt and long leather coat, it was like putting me back on. I wasn't spry and quick, but I was moving, and I found myself at the cemetary soon enough.
Now, all I had to do was wait.