Post by Snake on Aug 3, 2005 14:15:07 GMT -5
Author: Logan Blackisle.
Title: The Confusion of Getting a Soul
Summary: Angel's feelings in the last moments of Becoming Part II.
A/N: This is just the aftermath of a very short burst of inspiration that struck me as suddenly as a lighting. There will be no sequel.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Bothers and all of those own everything. I own nothing, except the plot. Which I don't really own, 'cuss I haven't made any copyright or anything... Oh, well. Have fun.
The Confusion Of Getting A Soul
The longing for torture stops, everything becomes bright, and I gasp as all blood lust, anger and hate leaves me. I'm dazed. It feels like I've been fighting for a full year, but without the exhaustion and without any wounds. I wonder where I am and how I got here. Confusion makes its way into my mind, and I feel even more lost than before.
I see Buffy. The love of my immortal life stands before me, holding a sword. I see as much confusion in her eyes as I am confident there is in mine. It makes me afraid, but I hide it with centuries of experience.
"What's going on?" I ask her.
She keeps her sword raised, but steps back. Disbelief clearly marks her beautiful eyes. I get to my feet, already longing for the feeling of holding her in my arms. It feels like it's been months since I last saw her. Abruptly, I notice a cut on her arm, and can't help but ask:
"What happened?"
She lowers her sword, moves toward me, and I can't help but feel complete while hugging her. Suddenly, she pulls away from me, and it is easy to see she is horrified.
"What's happening?" I ask her, fear starting to form again.
"Shh, don't worry about it." She tells me, and kisses me with her soft lips. "I love you." She tells me softly.
Though I am still feeling lost and afraid, I know what my heart commands me to answer. "I love you."
"Close your eyes," she says, and I do; trusting her completely.
She kisses me again, steps back and run her sword through me. The feeling of betrayal is quickly overwhelmed by the complete trust I have in her. She must have a good reason for this. Nonetheless, I ask her with a voice very much like a scared child:
"Buffy?"
Some kind of energy suddenly surround me, and I barely have time to wonder what is going on. The energy pulls at me and it feels like its tearing me apart. But before I can scream my pain out, it stops and I start to burn instead.
Pain engulfs me and I know nothing else.
THE END
Title: The Confusion of Getting a Soul
Summary: Angel's feelings in the last moments of Becoming Part II.
A/N: This is just the aftermath of a very short burst of inspiration that struck me as suddenly as a lighting. There will be no sequel.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Bothers and all of those own everything. I own nothing, except the plot. Which I don't really own, 'cuss I haven't made any copyright or anything... Oh, well. Have fun.
The Confusion Of Getting A Soul
The longing for torture stops, everything becomes bright, and I gasp as all blood lust, anger and hate leaves me. I'm dazed. It feels like I've been fighting for a full year, but without the exhaustion and without any wounds. I wonder where I am and how I got here. Confusion makes its way into my mind, and I feel even more lost than before.
I see Buffy. The love of my immortal life stands before me, holding a sword. I see as much confusion in her eyes as I am confident there is in mine. It makes me afraid, but I hide it with centuries of experience.
"What's going on?" I ask her.
She keeps her sword raised, but steps back. Disbelief clearly marks her beautiful eyes. I get to my feet, already longing for the feeling of holding her in my arms. It feels like it's been months since I last saw her. Abruptly, I notice a cut on her arm, and can't help but ask:
"What happened?"
She lowers her sword, moves toward me, and I can't help but feel complete while hugging her. Suddenly, she pulls away from me, and it is easy to see she is horrified.
"What's happening?" I ask her, fear starting to form again.
"Shh, don't worry about it." She tells me, and kisses me with her soft lips. "I love you." She tells me softly.
Though I am still feeling lost and afraid, I know what my heart commands me to answer. "I love you."
"Close your eyes," she says, and I do; trusting her completely.
She kisses me again, steps back and run her sword through me. The feeling of betrayal is quickly overwhelmed by the complete trust I have in her. She must have a good reason for this. Nonetheless, I ask her with a voice very much like a scared child:
"Buffy?"
Some kind of energy suddenly surround me, and I barely have time to wonder what is going on. The energy pulls at me and it feels like its tearing me apart. But before I can scream my pain out, it stops and I start to burn instead.
Pain engulfs me and I know nothing else.
THE END