Title: Consumed

Summary: B/Aus implied. Btvs S2 Post S/I Written for 15minuteficlets. The word was consumed. Also written for Leni for Christmas she wanted B/Aus and red. It all just seemed to fit.

 

         

 Consumed.

 

  Obsessed.

  Captivated.

 

  He was sure there other words for what he was, but he couldn’t place them. He thought once he got rid of the soul, he’d get rid of this burning obsession for her.

 

  He had never been more wrong.

 

 He drank down blonde, after blonde. They were never her. He destroyed them because he couldn’t destroy her. He sat at her window at night listening to the cadence of her heartbeat, a cadence he counted out in his bed during the day. He found himself breathing with her, in and out and falling asleep to the whoosh of her blood in her veins.

 

 He was consumed by her and everything he saw was red, like bloodlust and passion. His vision was tinged red and he snapped neck after neck, hoping to wash it all away, hoping to drown this consumption.

 

 He roared and threw a priceless Oriental statue at the wall. It smashed into dust around his feet.

 

Drusilla quivered and pouted. “Daddy’s gone mad again, mad, mad, mad over the slayer. Bad Slayer.”

 

          “Shut up, Dru,” he hissed.

 

She made cat claws at him and slunk into the other room.

 

Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes until the burning sun said its goodbyes and he could follow her, watch her, lurk. It was the only thing that sated the fire inside.

 

He was consumed.