Title: Look At Me
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: Slash
Note: Whenever Angel Inc. first moves into the Hyperion.
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Once upon a time, you think bitterly, the two of you were one.
But it's all gone to hell now and you know that the two of you will never again touch, not the way you used to. Not the way you've been craving for the past hundred years.
You know that you'll never see his angel's face twisted in the sadistic pleasure that you know only your mouth could bring him. Instead you watch silently from the windows as he pretends to be human, as he drink's the cow blood descreetly when in times past he would have just gulped everything down, not caring where it landed or who was watching. And you hate the soul that devides the two of you now.
"Angelus," you whisper his name and touch the window, praying to a god you once believed in that he'll hear you above the sqabbling of the woman and the ex-watcher. He doesn't though and you hate him just a little bit more. You hate him mostly because he wears the face of your Sire, your love, your teacher, your gaurdian, your everything.
You want to call out to him again and again and again until he finally looks at you and tells you - with his annoyed face - to shut up because then he'll at least be seeing you and noticing you. And maybe, just maybe, he'll see what you've become, a skeleton with blood and bruises over every stretch of skin. And then he'll rush over to you and run his hands down your face and he'll whisper oh so quietly, "Will, what the hell happened to you?" and then the whispers will turn into demands, "Tell me! Who did this to you!" And you'll whisper "The slayer," and he'll be mad and furious and he'll draw you in close and hold you and whisper dark promises of ending her, of ripping her heart out and feeding on it.
"Look at me," you whipser now, hand still on the window and tears of blood in your eyes.
He continues to watch his humans.
"Look at me," your voice is cracking and you swear you could die right there.
He takes a sip of blood from a glass and it seems that he's taunting you.
"Please, Sire," you beg, stroking his face on the glass.
He's out of his chair in a flash and a glimmer of hope rushes through you, but then you see he's holding the woman as she convulses on the floor.
"Fine," you say, taking your hand from the window and raising your chin a bit. You don't feel the tears running down your cheek as you turn and walk away.
And you never feel his gaze on your back as Cordelia Chase tells him that the one who's in danger is a vampire named William.
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P.S. - No sequal... I think. It depends on the review that I get.