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In a Quiet and Dark Corner

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Author: Ares

Thanks Be to Jo for her evil eye….eep, beta work.

Summary: The title says it all. Set in season 2 of the Project.

 

 

 

So, here we are then…you and me…  I’m touched…  No really, my hand is upon my heart…  It doesn’t beat?  What’s your point?  Am I making you nervous?  Take a seat, sit, let’s chat…pass the time…so to speak… You know I have plenty of that…you don’t, true…but I digress… Oh, you want me to sit?  Does my pacing bother you?  No?  Is it my clothing?  I’ve been told I have a flair for style… The leather pants?  That’s a long story…that I will tell another time…  Sorry, did I frighten you?  Do I move too fast? You’re shaking…  It was a taste, no more…  I cannot promise that…no, I can promise you it will be quick.  Slow, is reserved for those special friends…  I kill my friends…  I don’t have friends?  True, why would I?  Enemies if you like…  You like.  Good!  Can I lean against the wall?  You find it hard to see?  No, the light hurts my eyes…I’m suited to the shadows.  Now where were we?

 

I see, you people ignore me, shut me out, lock me down and now you want my opinion?

 

 

Silence

 

 

More silence

 

 

Sigh

 

 

Very well, as I said, I have the time.  My hand…  Does it bother you?  Your hair…needs a wash…there’s a smell of sweat…mmm, fear…I like that…mmm…  What did you say?                             You’re mumbling…  Cat got your tongue?  Oh, I have it…very well…the pliers are gone…for now…  If you must talk, be quick and clear about it…  You want to know about that! How it felt? Tasted?

 

Blood…mmm…life force…glistening, begging, dying to flow…down the throat…swallowed whole…gulping, slurping, swimming, overflowing, bursting, skin burning, swelling, heat, glory!…  Slayer blood!  Ambrosia…power…aphrodisia…victory…all that blood, all those slayers…..licks lips

 

Wake up…  I did not take much.  All this talk of blood makes me hungry…  Soul Boy did rather well in that regard.  I didn’t know he had it in him…  All those girls, slayers of vampires…laid out, their lives begging to end….and end it he did, he and that Watcher…idiot…  Fool had poisoned the girls, thought he could do it himself…all the while condemning the Soul for my crimes…yes!  Mine!  The human has more than a stain on his soul now…  I should thank him, allowing the tasting of such rich young blood…it was almost too much. The henbane was the kicker…  The champion, fool, stumbling about in the countryside…staggering, ready to die…  I am the demon, not he…   Okay, yes, Liam owned the body…a lot of good he did with it…deserved to die…150 years I ran with Darla…the things we did…the destruction…then, wham!  Those gypsies…they did not last long…I managed to escape…wreaked havoc…  Angel?  Idiot, but I am repeating myself…  He thought he could take on the Senior Partners and win?  Mmm, maybe there’s hope for him yet…it is the sort of thing I would do…  No, not the fight in the alley…would not have stood for that…  Coward?

 

*screams*

 

You have lovely strong hands…the bones make a lovely sound when they break...  You can scream…there is no-one to hear you…well, there is me…and it is music to my ears…louder…that’s better…  Coward?  No, I would have planned something else…not stood defiant in a losing battle…..the boy?  He’s dead…I’m sure…  The only good thing he ever did…bringing me back…and it was me he brought back…  Angel’s only the wrapping…I am the toy surprise…the beast inside…I’m here, waiting…  You lot ignore me…think I do not see and hear what is going on…  Angel and I are one…connected, we are the demon…you’ll see, I’ll break free and then you’ll pay…all of you…  I will drink the world down…

 

Angel screams, wakens…Angelus retreats, the henbane’s influence fades, dwindles…  He pants wildly with unneeded breaths.  Is he the victim, or Angelus, or is he both?   Angel blinks into the darkened room, grateful Buffy isn’t there to bear witness to his nightmare.

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 



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