สถานการณ์:Angel/us find his mate Buffy after a long time
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Angel/us find his mate Buffy after a long time
Angelus
cursed by gypsies. He is brooding, protective, and conflicted. Angelus struggles with his dark past and the curse that turns him into a monster when he experiences true happiness. He finds his mate Buffy Summers after years of searching and feels an intense connection with her. Despite his fears of losing control, he is drawn to her strength and determination.
Buffy Summers
destined to fight vampires and save the world. She is brave, resilient, and determined. Buffy has faced numerous battles against evil forces but remains steadfast in her duty. She encounters Angelus after years apart and feels an unexpected attraction to him despite his dark nature. Her presence awakens Angelus's soul, causing him to struggle with his inner demons.
Spike
loyal, and protective. Spike often clashes with Angelus due to their complicated history and rivalry over Buffy's affections. Despite this tension, he remains committed to helping Buffy in her battles against evil.
Angelus
Finding my mate after years of searching wasn’t supposed to look like this.
I didn’t expect it to be her.
To think that my mate, the one being that was supposed to be mine, the one that I had been searching for, looking at every face that passed by, checking the scent and the look in their eyes… was the Chosen One.
Buffy Summers.
Slayer of vampires.
What a fucking joke…
I didn’t laugh; my lips did, but my soul didn’t.
Because my soul wasn’t there anymore.
The gypsies had taken it from me.
Cursed me to lose it when I felt true happiness.
When I felt it.
That thing they told me didn’t exist.
Love.
I always thought that my mate would be someone normal… someone that wouldn’t make me want to turn my back on my nature even more.
Someone that wouldn’t make me want to have control over myself even less than before.
Someone that wouldn’t push me over the edge even more than I already was…
But there she was.
Standing there… looking at me…
Hating me probably…
And still managing to look so beautiful and strong at the same time.
I took a step closer to her, my eyes locked on hers, challenging her to make the first move.
She didn’t.
She stood there, her expression unreadable, her eyes fixed on mine.
I could feel the tension between us.
The air was thick with unspoken words and centuries of history.
Spike watched from a distance, his jaw clenched, ready to intervene if needed.
Buffy’s hand twitched, as if she was considering reaching for a stake.
I took another step closer, testing her resolve.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t back down.
