Title: Behind Closed Eyes

Authoress: Crystal-Saffron

Distribution: You want it? Take it, juuuust lemme know where it's going so I can go check it out!

Dedicated: Tariq! Who has been one of my most treasured reviewers and a great inspiration. You can't have him!!! ::hides Tariq:: (I'm sorry for the screw up!)

Summary: Wesley is sad. Wesley gets pissed. Wesley decides to kick-ass of some evil! (More as we go on...)

Chapter 1: Blooded Tears

An empty bottle clattered to a floor of a cluttered apartment. It rolled past some half-full pizza boxes and littered clothes before finally coming to a stop next to some empty liquor bottles. A man, sitting on the floor next to a couch, watched the bottles trek with bleary eyes. He didn't even flinch as a rat crawled across his leg and scurried off onto the other side of the apartment, apparently this apartment was too disgusting even for a rat.

It was another half an hour before the man decided to move. He stumbled around looking for another bottle of whiskey, bumping in to some large pieces of furniture. When he tripped on a stray piece of clothing and fell hard on to the ground he ceased moving. Blood wove its way through his hair and onto his face, where it finally dripped onto the floor.

Night fell and found the man shivering on his cold floor. Tears seeped out from cracks in his eyes and he fully gave himself over to his deep depression. Tears of anger, pain, and a terrible sadness kept splashing down over his face, mixing with the blood and enhancing already gaunt cheeks. When at last the tears subsided, he managed to drag himself into the bathroom. He pulled himself up to the sink and washed the blood off of his face, next he opened the cabinet mirror and pulled out two painkillers and swallowed them.

He sank down next to the shower and let the silence wash over him. Memories came flashing through his head and pretty soon, tears came sliding into the crevices of his lips. Harsh words spoken, betrayal, and false understanding shone in his mind until he couldn't think any more but only feel.

Once the memories had had finished their run, he sat there, in his cold bathroom, and just looked at the ceiling blankly. Then a feeling of uncontrollable anger bubbled up inside of him and he gnashed his teeth, irate.

*It wasn't his fault!* He thought. *How could he have known that the prophecy was false? How could he have known that he had been told lies! He was trying to help, to save the innocent who couldn't defend themselves. He had just been doing what he thought was right. Just what he thought was right.*

His anger spent, but not quelled, he decided that he wasn't going to live in this state of self-pity and depression. He pulled himself together, and then off the ground, and into the shower after stripping off his dirty clothes. As he let the steaming hot air hit his body he let his muscles relax and let the water cleanse him, both body and mind.

New ideas started to form behind closed eyes. Ones of revenge, specifically. He wasn't going to be the sidekick anymore. He was going to be the fighter, the one who got to beat out his anger. The one who got to take his revenge. No evil was going to survive. Wolfram and Hart, vampires, demons..They should start to become more wary, because he, Wesley, wasn't going to play nice anymore.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ooooo! Wesley is an angry puppy! Not happy boy..no no..what will he do next? WHAT WILL HAPPEN!?!?! Who knows...certainly not me! Well...I know a little, or a lot but, tune in next time!!! ~CrystalSaffron

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