A/N: This is my first time writing anything to do with Buffy The Vampire Slayer or Angel, and also my first time writing Angel/Spike slash, so sorry if I've made a mistake or a few because I don't know much about the two. Hope you enjoy! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Josh Whendon, meaning I own nothing except the plot line. Don't bother suing me, you won't get much. :P
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Anger. A powerful emotion that spreads throughout the body as if it were a toxin, in most ways it is. It's feared by all just as it is felt by all, losing ourselves in the moment and letting the peak of our frustration shine through, completely blocking out the person you are and leaving a horrid monster in your place. The monster destroys everything you love and hurts the ones you enjoy most in your life, leaving only when his thirst for destruction has been quenched. Finally you wake and have to rebuild the relationships with your loved ones the monster left in ruins. As you gaze at their hurt and disappointed faces you feel immeasurable guilt that you've hurt them, but as your eyes fall on him you feel suffocating remorse because you know you've hurt him most.
As you gaze into his ice cold baby blue eyes you swear up and down to yourself that you'll never hurt him again, because you deep under that stony façade beats the heart of a poet, a poet who is now drowning himself in tears thanks to your vast stupidity. You open your mouth to apologize, but no matter how much you will it sound will not escape you, leaving your apology to fall on deaf ears.
"Bloody hell." He laughs darkly, pretending that he doesn't care.
But as he turns to leave you can see the pain eternally burning in his irises and the ever present unspoken question of 'Why? Why do you do this to me?', and it shatters your heart into a million little pieces to know that you're the one who caused him such great pain. You yearn to grab his wrist, pull him to you, and hold him until he can forgive you but you don't. Because you know that he'll return, seeking solace and comfort in your strong arms, eyes silently pleading for you to protect him from the world and himself and to put the broken pieces of his heart and soul back together. And you know you'll do just that, because who wants to break a centuries old tradition?