My Desire
Author: Genta ~ gentah@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: I own no one/ Vince had contractual rights to one character; Joss Whedon has contractual rights to the other. The poem used
is copyrighted by Shawna Williamson
Distributions: WWE_ATS_BTVS Complete… anywhere I post elsewhere just ask
Summary: Stacy is someone’s desire. She just does not know who
“Can
you feel my stare?
Can you
feel my desire?”
Stacy stood quietly by the door. The driver
stated he would be back directly with the car. She glanced down at her bags.
She began to feel uncomfortable. She reached into her purse and pulled out her
cell. She frowns as she realized no one has sent her any voice mails. So why
was she feeling like someone was thinking about her or much less watching her?
She again glanced down at her bags before glancing around the room. She felt
silly when she stopped no one. She hastily grabbed her bags as she noticed the
car pull up. She had to stop being paranoid.
“Looking
at you but may as well
be
looking through you”
He slowly moved from the shadows. Many would
say he was stalking her. He was just there to protect her especially after what
Randy did to her. He only wanted to be a heartbeat away. He knew he played with
her psyche but this was the best way. He knew she could not love him and would
probably tell him to rot in hell. He could not deny the love burned deep inside
of him. He moved to hop on his motorcycle. One day… he thought she would know.
“You
don’t even know
that I
exist”
It’s so much harder to protect one person
than a whole city. At first he did it as a hobby but then something began to
stir inside of him. He had only felt this twice. It was love and she had not
even touched him. She had not even said hello to him. But he knew she was the
one for him. She was not a slayer or impressed by The Immortal. She was simply
Stacy and simply beautiful.
“You
walk by
with
not so much as a look.”
Stacy arrived at the arena. She glanced
around and noticed Victoria. She waved and continued to find the locker room.
She felt safe for some reason. She had dismissed the notion that someone was
out to hurt her. If they wanted to hurt her, they had plenty of opportunities.
She thought of the person as her guardian angel. She glanced at the man in the
long trench coat. She felt like she had seen him before. She was not sure
where. Stacy continued on her way without a glance.
He lit his cigarette. He watched her walk
away. One day he would approach her and let her know how he felt. He knew what not
to do. He noticed she pulled his note from her purse. He turned back into the
shadows that hid him so well. He did not stay to see what her reaction was.
Stacy opened it slowly. She was unsure who placed it there. As she read the two
lines, she felt reassured. She actually felt secure. She smiled as she placed
it with the others in order to gain completion.
“Can
you feel my stare?
Can you feel my desire?”