Angel was all alone on the roof of the Hyperion. A single crystalline tear leaked out of the souled vampire's deep, velvety, chocolate eyes and trickled down his alabaster cheek as he thought bitterly about the cruel fate which had denied him all happiness.
A tsunami of guilt washed over the tall, raven-tressed supernatural detective as he contemplated the centuries of torture, killing, and general mayhem which he had indulged during his long reign as the Scourge of Europe. Because of his wickedness, he was now a tortured soul, forever condemned by a gypsy curse to suffer eternal torments as a punishment for the ravishment and death of one of their clan. Racked with remorse, he began to sob uncontrollably.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more (so much more)
I lay dying and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
The sable-haired ensouled vampire continued to sob until his ebony-hued silk shirt was soaked with his salty tears. Could he find salvation? Was it possible for one such as he, a creature of darkness, an evil being responsible for so much suffering and misery, to be granted absolution? Did he dare hope? Or was he doomed and damned for all eternity?
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation.
The remorseful vampire raised his chocolate-dark ocular orbs to the night-time sky. He remembered a night back in his distant childhood when his mother told him the story of the man in the moon; then the memory of killing his dear mother, along with his sweet, innocent little sister and his father filled his thoughts.
Do you remember me
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me?
I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
The first few rays of the morning sun began to peek over the horizon. Angel continued to weep.
My god my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ Tourniquet
My suicide.
Tormented by guilt, racked with sobs, Angel barely heard the roof door open, and Cordelia scream "Angel, the sun is coming up, you have to get inside now!"
He didn't move.
The sun came up.
The End.