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This one I had a little trouble with. I know there's more in my head but they're hitting a wall (and I know I've done one like this Darla one before). All are PG-13

Angel S 2 - Doing What’s Best

There were plenty of reasons to leave Sunnydale. He would never be able to make her happy. He could never give her a normal life. If he stayed, he would only make a rift between her family and friends that would never mend. Leaving was the sane thing to do, the kindest thing even if he knew she’s see it as cruel.

But underlying all his good reasons was the one that he could barely admit, even to himself. Her blood had excited him. Slayer’s blood was everything promised and more. Leaving was the only way to keep the craving at bay.

Darla Ats S 3 - Purity

The cravings were beginning to disgust even her; she who had taught hand fulls of progeny the joys of wiping out their entire families. She liked a good kill, appreciated the art in it but the thing riding ever lower in her belly was screaming for purer blood than was easily hunted. Nothing but the blood of babes would satisfy the creature within her, the thing that never should have existed, the thing that she couldn’t be rid of. Hearing a pram rolling by, Darla tossed the dead child aside. Maybe a baby would end the cravings before they drove her mad.

Willow Post Chosen - Fault line

Her life was being run by her cravings. Her desire for love had driven her into Kennedy’s arms even though, when she looked back on it, if a man had acted toward her as Kennedy had she would have screamed ‘stalker.’ But she gave in to the craving for love and settled for the physical.
She craved power. She could never tell the others how much she had enjoyed using her dark magic. Even before Tara’s death, she had been craving the power more and more, not caring who it hurt. Creating the Slayer awoke that demon. Willow felt lost.

Spike Post Not Fade Away - Examining Love

If only he could figure out what it was he really craved, then maybe he could make a relationship work. He thought he knew with Cicely but that was nothing but a boyish fantasy. He would have told the world loudly that Dru was all he ever needed. Buffy had wrought great changes in him, ones he could never walk away from. And Fred, with her detached scientific curiosity in his condition had sparked something. So why was he alone? And why now was he thinking the sweetest love he’d ever had was the fearless acceptance of Joyce and Dawn?

Connor Post Not Fade Away - Lonely and Unloved

He had lied, telling Angel it was all like a vague dream. He couldn’t bear to tell him that he remembered it all, that his uncontrolled cravings for love and family had driven him to murder and betrayal. He had wanted love so badly that in trying to get it, he had driven away everyone.
Being rewritten hadn’t ended those cravings, but he would. Then he heard the answering machine pick up, Angel inviting him out hunting with him and Spike. "Love you, Son." Weeping, Connor moved the gun from under his chin, back to the drawer. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

As always, x-posted to open_on_sunday

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Very good-- especially the first and last. Of course I like the first because I think that the blood was the craving that broke that camel's back. The last I like because it's unexpected, but believable.

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