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The Deepest Cut
by dayrunner
His words were the deepest cut.
"Get away from me, Spike..."
Slowly, the blonde vampire rolled from the bed and picked up his clothes from the floor. He looked over his shoulder, holding the garments in front of himself like a shield.
"Not what you said when you was fuckin' me just then."
"I never wanted you, Spike," Angel snarled. "You're just a means to an end."
Spike nodded in understanding and then slowly made his way to the door. He knew deep down that Angel loved him.
A sire loved his childer unconditionally.
They did, yeah?
Didn't they?
~ fin ~