Evil Angelus 95
Total Dork
Yeah, this really just a small fragment of a larger story i'm hoping to write. Gotta hope that those creative juices keep flowing!
Time Period: Well, it's basically an AU of "Becoming, Pt.2"
Legal Disclaimer: I own nothing. Although there are dreams i have at night where i do...
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Outside, the car rushed off the property, its two occupants heading off for an another distant shore, preferably a happier one than the one they were standing on. His left hand gripping the steering wheel in one hand and his other on Drusilla, Spike did his best to focus on driving. A small part of him regretted leaving the Slayer to her fate, but whatever small fragment of him actually cared was quickly overtaken by the darkness inside him.
Kicking the sword away from his enemy’s hands, Angelus couldn’t help but smile. This would all soon be over, and Acathla would rise, and the world would be destroyed. But now, he had a task to finish, and there was nothing stopping him.
“No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away, and what's left?” He asked her, noticing that her eyes were closed. Her life was probably flashing before her eyes, and the very thought filled him with pleasure.
“If you’re going to kill me, Angelus, then get over with it.” She replied, the words flowing out of her mouth with just a small fragment of the power she wielded behind them.
“With pleasure.” The sword raised above his head, Angelus watched as it began its quick descent towards its target. And then, it stopped, just inches from her skull. Come on, just a few more inches and her blood will stain my hands! He thought, raising the sword again to replace the power that the swing had lost. And again, the blade stopped mere inches from Buffy’s head.
Something’s wrong, I…I can’t do it! He nearly shouted the thought, wanting to let the frustration out in any form. He couldn’t kill her, and the reason why was torturing him, making his blood boil, and his skin crawl.I love her. If I kill her, then a piece of me dies!
She was still kneeling before him, her eyes shut with the concentration that could have snapped a window, if she had been a witch. Had she not noticed that he had failed repeatedly to kill her? It seemed like hours had passed, but in reality it had only been a few minutes.
If I can’t kill her, then there’s only one solution. Dropping the sword and grabbing her in a single move, he went straight for her neck. She was fighting him, punching and kicking him in vain. In a matter of minutes, it would be over, her life would be over. And the next night, her new one would begin.
Time Period: Well, it's basically an AU of "Becoming, Pt.2"
Legal Disclaimer: I own nothing. Although there are dreams i have at night where i do...
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Outside, the car rushed off the property, its two occupants heading off for an another distant shore, preferably a happier one than the one they were standing on. His left hand gripping the steering wheel in one hand and his other on Drusilla, Spike did his best to focus on driving. A small part of him regretted leaving the Slayer to her fate, but whatever small fragment of him actually cared was quickly overtaken by the darkness inside him.
Kicking the sword away from his enemy’s hands, Angelus couldn’t help but smile. This would all soon be over, and Acathla would rise, and the world would be destroyed. But now, he had a task to finish, and there was nothing stopping him.
“No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away, and what's left?” He asked her, noticing that her eyes were closed. Her life was probably flashing before her eyes, and the very thought filled him with pleasure.
“If you’re going to kill me, Angelus, then get over with it.” She replied, the words flowing out of her mouth with just a small fragment of the power she wielded behind them.
“With pleasure.” The sword raised above his head, Angelus watched as it began its quick descent towards its target. And then, it stopped, just inches from her skull. Come on, just a few more inches and her blood will stain my hands! He thought, raising the sword again to replace the power that the swing had lost. And again, the blade stopped mere inches from Buffy’s head.
Something’s wrong, I…I can’t do it! He nearly shouted the thought, wanting to let the frustration out in any form. He couldn’t kill her, and the reason why was torturing him, making his blood boil, and his skin crawl.I love her. If I kill her, then a piece of me dies!
She was still kneeling before him, her eyes shut with the concentration that could have snapped a window, if she had been a witch. Had she not noticed that he had failed repeatedly to kill her? It seemed like hours had passed, but in reality it had only been a few minutes.
If I can’t kill her, then there’s only one solution. Dropping the sword and grabbing her in a single move, he went straight for her neck. She was fighting him, punching and kicking him in vain. In a matter of minutes, it would be over, her life would be over. And the next night, her new one would begin.