Summary: Just a view in the life of The Immortal mentioned in the final season of Angel. This is from his perspective.
Spoilers: None really. If you don't know about The Immortal and his relationship with a certain blond slayer than this won't make sense though. So maybe season five of Angel to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Immortal, Joss does (dernit!). If I did Spike would've went to Buffy when he became corporeal (dumb vampire) and Cordy wouldn't have been such a bitch at times.
Author's Note: This is a standalone and will most likely stay that way unless I get many reviews from people asking me to continue. In that case then this will be the prologue. However, if I do continue this, it will not be until after I finish the stories I am currently working on. Translated in laymen's terms means that it'll be a while. But let me know anyways and enjoy.
Feedback: Yes please! I'll love you forever if you do.
They say that time heals all wounds. For me, there's only too much of it but yet never quite enough at the same time. I don't know who they are, but I wish desperately to believe them. Day after day, night after night, shadows of the past crawl over my skin, causing it to prickle from its intensity. Hour after hour and minute after minute I pray… no, I wish for it to end; for there to be an end for me to go to, but there never is.
The years past and fade together like droplets running down a still wet painting. You don't know where one stroke starts and another finishes. That's how life is to me. The world is full of people and always has been ever since time began. But people are born and when they die all that remains is I. It's always me, only ever me.
People at all times strive to stay young and beautiful, looking their best. If the Fountain of Youth actually existed people would be pushing and shoving each other to obtain a single drop. To be young and beautiful for all of eternity, most would call this a gift. I call it my curse.
Year after year, century after century I have lived on this earth. Ever since time began I have existed. While everyone around me grew old, cursed me for my youth, and died; I lived on. At times I felt almost one with them, the mortals, only I had to remind myself to breath in order to blend in. I went through this endless charade of living until I finally couldn't bring myself to endure it any longer. Watching people around me suffer and die for centuries, people I cared for, people I loved; it nearly killed me. Not in the literal sense of course, but you get the picture.
After so long of suffering alongside them for I don't even know how long, I stopped. I never stopped caring about them, not completely anyway, but I stopped 'living' as one of them. For thousands of years I stopped 'living', always wishing I could stop the actual thing. For thousands of years I exiled myself from where the mortals lived their lives. I was never so far away that I couldn't see them, just distant enough so they couldn't see me. I was just far enough away as to keep me out of their lives but close enough to know it still existed.
One day however, that all changed. One day I began to live again. I don't know why it was in that period of time for time is so diminutive to me. However I do know one thing, it was because of her: the golden maiden who fell from the heavens and reminded me to breathe again, if only for a minute in time. If you ask me what made her so special that I gave up my 'life' to live hers, I can't tell you because I myself do not know the answer to that question. Why was she so special, you ask? She just was.