Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Angel, Joss Whedon does.
Plague
"Hello there." Wesley said to Fred as he watched her wake up.
"Hey You. I had the worse dream." Fred explained trying to stretch out her arms.
"Well as long as you didn't dream of being chased by hundreds of midgets that looked exactly like my father, I believe I have you beat." Wesley said with a grin.
"No we were stuck in a hole and no matter how hard we tried we couldn't get out."
"It was only a dream you have nothing to worry about." Wesley said trying to be reassuring.
"I like waking up next to you." Fred said staring into his eyes.
"Me too." Wes said.
Fred was dead. Wesley knew that all too well. Her soul had been destroyed by the fires that brought Illyria back to life. Fred had been his life now that she was gone he had nothing to live for. Illyria walked into his office and stood in front of him.
"Illyria, how are you feeling today?" Wesley asked the demon.
Illyria stood in silence not quite knowing what to say.
"It's customary when seeing someone you have not seen in awhile to ask them that. It's a sign of letting the person know you are interested in them. I can see how these words can be lost on a demon." Wesley said.
"Irrelevant these feelings are."
"Yes if only they were." Wesley somberly said.
"This body cared for you."
"She was not a body she was a person and you killed her." Wesley shot back.
"I grow tired of these claims. I did not inhabit this vessel intentionally; I was brought to this place. But you once cared for this body, how do you feel towards it now?"
"There's is a hole in my heart. It never heals. It just grows deeper. So to answer your question I feel nothing." Wesley said.
"What do you feel, you must have some emotions?" Wesley asked.
"I loathe this place and these people. In my time crowds would bow down and worship me. My army laid waste to anyone who opposed my reign. Now my followers have been destroyed and I am nothing."
"We have that in common. But other then pride and arrogance you must feel something? When Fred was slowly dying and you were taking control what did you feel then? Did you enjoy the destruction of her soul? Or did you feel remorse?" Wesley asked.
"I was but a spirit in her mind I felt no emotions."
"She felt pain. Don't forget that, I never will." Wesley softly said.
"Your words are useless; they will not be carried by me."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Wesley asked.
"The blonde one angered me, I left."
Illyria disappeared right before Wesley's eyes. He was being transported somewhere beyond his control. He felt disoriented as he focused on his new surroundings. England he was in England but why?
"Hello Wesley, How are you?" A familiar voice asked.
"I've been better. Why have you brought me here Henry?" Wesley asked.
"It's your father, He's missing."