Author's Note: So, this is a really short musing that I got when I was listening to the song "Lucifer's Angel." Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Angel, Lindsey McDonald would still be living and all badass.
I watch from my shadow as the people walk along the sidewalk, oblivious to the real world. But hey, ignorance is bliss, right? I would kill to be ignorant. In fact, I've killed for much less. But maybe that's why I'm who I am.
Because when I took my last breath, God –or whoever the hell runs this pitiful world– decided that death would be too much of a gift, and so he trapped me between life and death, denying me of the peace that I don't deserve; a place where I can draw no breath, yet feel the pain and grief of the thousands of souls that I have harvested. A place where I was sent in order to atone for all of my past sins. But in truth that is an impossible order.
When I think about it, I find that this all-knowing 'God' has a sense of humor. Punishing the scum of the world by making them lust over the one thing they can never truly have: life blood.
I am damned to this eternal hell.
"Who am I" you may ask. If you had any sense you would ask "what am I". I am the creature that scares the darkness. I am the black that is deeper than black, the thing that is restrained only by the shadows that I have built around myself.
Some would label me a vampire. But in truth, I am Lucifer's angel.
You can pick who's talking, Spike or Angel.
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