Title: I am.

Author: Goddessa39

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Spoilers: post- Grad/ pt.2.

Summary: The slayer's thought's on Buffy's Angel, and the in-between.

Timeline: Post- Grad.2

Pairing: BA

Disclaimer: I own nothing but

Feedback: Please. I need my reason for writing- your ideas and me knowing my work is read.

Rating: (May change. But I cannot write NC-17.)

Notes/Changes: Buffy can feel her slayer; she's like the demon in Angel, only she urges differently.

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I am the Hunt. I am All.

I am the ultimate predator.

I am what all predators wish to become, but fear me all the same; those that oppose me do not last long, for I destroy them quickly, without breath.

Once I was Anita Katave.

Once I was Alita Samson.

Once I was India Cohen.

Once I was Kendra.

Once I was ... and on and on and on.

Now I am Buffy Summers, and am in Faith.

I am sad, which is strange. I have never felt before. But Buffy, the one whose shell I am in control of, she is gone. She has left, given up. And I don't blame her. She is the strongest. Even I would have broke under that much pain and heartache, heartbreak.

I even shed a tear for the fact that she doesn't shop or sneeze or sleeps on a bed of cotton or keeps friends to entertain with.

She was broken again, and it will not cease to be so unless it is fixed. But he will not return.

I am the First, I am always, I will last till the stars fall down, and I will dance upon the ashes of every vampire, but one.

We have killed one another through eons, through forever lives that have always been. Aurelius. My slayers. His childe's, childe's, childe's and so on.

I am in her, in control. She gave me life again, set her down so I could live until t eh final death of her body, when it starts to decay, and is swept from the working bodies.

Through her, I remember. I, no Buffy, she fit him so perfectly, whether it was in a dance, or in a fight. It is like to watch Aurelius and I all over again. The finest opponents, the greatest loves.

We fit like a stake and a vampire; only Aurelius and I are always fighting, while they are forever in love. Their love will last forever; past existence; and past forever; past never; eons from always, they will still be.

It's kind of Romeo and Juliet.

They ARE what prophecies are made of.

While they love.

I search

While we fight.

They strike blow for blow in love fights that I want to, but know I will never participate in.

And I do what it is I am here for, what I am.

Since I am all, I will do what is necessary.

I Hunt.