Comfort, for onceaheroine
Nick was back. Nick was dead. Nick was a vampire. Nick the vampire wanted to have sex with his Slayer, and his Slayer was equal parts disgusted and desirous of the idea. He didn't blame her; after five years of uncertainty she saw a man who not only looked like her husband, but had his memories as well. Too bad he was a soulless bloodsucking demon.
It had been an hour now, since Belle had shown him to the guest room. He knew he wasn't a great fighter for all the training he'd had, but either as backup or an ear to listen to he'd needed to be here for Belle, to know that if she needed him it would take only seconds to get to her. So now he was in bed, just down the hall from the woman he considered to be his best friend, still unable to do anything to help her. Sometimes it seemed that he'd been helpless from day one when it came to her. He couldn't even follow the one order she'd given him tonight, to get some rest.
It was going to be a long night.
It had been an hour now, since Belle had shown him to the guest room. He knew he wasn't a great fighter for all the training he'd had, but either as backup or an ear to listen to he'd needed to be here for Belle, to know that if she needed him it would take only seconds to get to her. So now he was in bed, just down the hall from the woman he considered to be his best friend, still unable to do anything to help her. Sometimes it seemed that he'd been helpless from day one when it came to her. He couldn't even follow the one order she'd given him tonight, to get some rest.
It was going to be a long night.