(not) a happy cheery Christmas drabble for Emmie

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angearia couldn't decide if she wanted sweet and functional or dark and dysfunctional, so I decided for her.

Merry Christmas, Emmie!

Buffy/Angelus - R for language
The Echo of Sweet Memory

First: her special order. They’re hard to get, turns out.

“You can’t do it,” he said. “You can’t kill me.” And he was right. But there are other things to do with a vampire, Buffy’s discovered.

Now the mansion.

Chains do more than imprison, she’s found, and weapons don’t only wound. But this, today, this she learned from Angelus himself.

He snarls as she nears. Someday the shackles will break, and he’ll kill her. No more taunting or kissing or fucking; just death. But not today.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover,” she says, and drops the black roses at his feet.