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Tiny Meat
By Danielle R.
~Fit to burst I'm in love. ~No, No, No, you silly girl
Willow: I feel him near. My dream lover. My dark knight. I should run. I should scream for help. I stay silent. I want him here.
~Fist, a brick in my hand, ~a hole, hole, hole, you silly man.
Angelus: That silly boy. I lunge. I drain him as he tries to protect her. She stands frozen and watches. Is that admiration I see in her eyes? Is it lust?
~I didn't mean to make this mess. ~This paper muscle in my chest
Willow: He is dying. I can't move. I should help him. I can't. I won't. I don't. I just stare at my dream lover. Watch him drain my childhood love. I am mesmerized. Enraptured.
~And stolen thirst will be my end, but then, ~I was here first. ~Hand hole heart girl bleeding
Angelus: I turn to her. Defiant she stands her ground. I approach her. She closes her eyes and bares her neck. I taste her elixir of life. Liquid velvet. She whispers...
~I didn't mean that last word, no, no, no ~You silly man.
Willow: '...lover." My mind screams RUN. My body is no longer mine to control. Pain. Pleasure.
~I can't help myself I try and then I ~Crack it split to see inside, I run because I can't abide ~This tiny meat in my hand
Angelus: I am intoxicated by her essence. I crave more. I stop. If I kill her I kill this feeling. This feeling engulfs me. I can not bear it. I can not live without it. What has she done to me? I turn to flee.
~And the pound, pound, pound of your ~Bleeding heart.
Willow: I reach out to him. He stands before me. In his eyes I see repulsion. In his eyes I see desire. Love and hate all tangled together.
~Hand hole heart girl bleeding
Angelus: She stares at me. She stares into me. She reaches for me.
~I crack it split to see inside,
Willow: I reach for him. I need to feel him. I want to know him. My world is him. Am I his?
~I run because I can't abide ~This tiny meat in my hand
Angelus: I grasp her hand in mine. Such pleasure, to touch her. Such pain, to touch her. I must get away.
~And the pound, pound, pound of your ~Bleeding heart.
Willow: He turns to run. But my hand is still trapped in his. He stops, turns, looks. With a growl he engulfs me in his embrace.
~Couldn't find the ~Right word to say you silly girl
Angelus: I curse at her. Slut. Tramp. Bitch. Whore. She just holds on tighter. She is the devil come to claim her demon.
~I drink a hole in my head it makes me think ~I HAVE IT ALL!
Willow: He is helpless. He is mine. I will never let him go. My dream lover, turned reality.
~I didn't mean to make this mess
Angelus: Her will overpowers mine. I am drunk on her spirit. I shall become her slave for eternity. I must fight. I must lose.
~This paper muscle in my chest - this pound ~Of flesh
Willow: I feel the moment he succumbs. I lean my head to his chest. I listen. His heart beats with mine. His heart is mine.
Will be my end but then ~It was mine first.
Angelus: As she leans closer I scream in silence. As her blood continues to course through my body I burn inside. I feel the moment her blood finds my heart. It is over. I surrender.
Couldn't find the right word.
Willow: Mine.
