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She never runs from my flames. When my pyros go off, they flee the ring in fear. All but her. She just stands there and smiles; I'll never understand why. She says my name with such vigor, such passion. The crimson lights my pyros give off merely illuminate her beauty. She is unlike anyone else in the whole locker room. She looks at me, but there is no fear in her eyes.
The only time I've seen fear in those green eyes is when she had said that horrid date, May 19th. I just lost control. Her fear was almost painful to look at. I had wanted to let her go, to hold her in my arms and comfort her. But her skin beneath my hands was so soft and smooth, like silk. The sensation of her body against mine, and her quick and frantic breathes hitting my face was like a drug which I was quickly becoming addicted to. When I picked her up, it was not to chokeslam her, like everyone had thought. I had planned on taking her away, keeping her locked away where nothing could harm her, where I could look upon her every day and feel her body against mine. Damn that bastard, Big Show. When he interfered, I grew so angry I dropped her. Oh, well, I paid him back for his meddling.
Despite all I've done to people, to her friends, to her, she still doesn't run from me. Even after I attacked her, she still stands in the ring when I come down the ramp. She still calls my name with such passion, as if I were a dear friend, or the love of her life. HA! That's a laugh. How could a woman like her love me? I've seen her backstage, talking to her friends, laughing at their jokes. She is completely innocent. She's oblivious to the lustful stares some of the men give her. She forgives her enemies and harbors no ill-will towards those who have wronged her. She is so pure and naive.
I still remember the first time I heard her sing. The Rock, my brother and I had defeated Vince McMahon, Shane and Triple H. Vince was angry, so he ordered her to sing. God, what a beautiful voice. I think it was then that I actually started to notice her, the shy ring announcer with an Angel's voice. She has an Angel's face, too. And body. And soul. She is an Angel, an Angel sent to Earth to share with us her heavenly voice. My Angel of the Ring.
That's just the problem, though. She's an Angel, so pure and beautiful, while I am just a monster. A Demon from Hell, not worthy to even look upon her. And yet I love her. I don't know why, but I do. Could she ever love me? No, she could never return my feelings. I'm a monster. I don't deserve her. My Angel is too good for me. I can never have her, but at least she does not fear me. She will always be there to announce my name, never running from the fire that bursts out of the ring when I approach. Even if I cannot have her, I can still listen to her sing. And I can still dream that my Angel of the Ring, Lilian Garcia, loves me, the Big Red Monster, Kane.
So what do you think? I had always noticed how Lilian stays in the ring as she announces, even when Kane is there. Also, there are a lot of stories where Kane is portrayed as the bad guy who attacks Lilian, so I thought I'd try something different. Finally, sorry if the writing repeats itself or seems a bit odd. I was trying to get it as Kane-like as possible, as he's not quite right in the head (but I love him anyway!). I hope I didn't make him too OOC, I just wanted a believable Kane/Lilian story. Please R&R, as this is my first actual fic. Thank You! I'll try to respond to as many reviewers as possible and constructive criticism is always welcome.