To See You Again
Chapter 1: No One Cares
'Darkness's Calling'
Suicidal thoughts ring through the mind.
I can't see the break in time.
A dying hope, a fruitless end.
I'll never see you again.
I have no heart a mass of stone.
I can't find freedom until I find my end.
Show me the way dark guardian.
Point your bony finger to which way I should go.
Down the lone and dark road.
I have no purpose and no heart.
I find no heart in the darkest corner
I see no light I find no light.
Like a dark ember I die and fade
No one cares.
A/N: I wrote this poem a long time ago and I thought it suited the mood of the first chapter of this story. It's copy writed by me on Fictionpress under Dark Star Shadow Warrior. Even though my penname on fanfiction is Black Shadow Fox Shaman. Anyway sorry long winded wanted to get that out of the way. To the story.)
Angel sat down heavily in a padded chair in his lonely office at Wolfram and Hart. Turning he faced the closed window. Behind the thick black curtains was streaming day light. May a times he had thought of giving up and ending everything. Everyone was dead and all he had left was a handful of memories. His seer was a pain in the ass. He didn't care that Angel was hurting. Hell most of the time he never saw it in the soulful vampire. The only companion he had now was a German Sheppard he called Hunter.
"It's been a hundred years, Hunter. A hundred years today since she died."
The dog just whined and laid down. In sadness the dog laid his head down on his outstretched forepaws.
"Having trouble Angel?" an annoyingly deep voice asked from the door.
"Leave me alone Jake," Angel growled as his brow creased in frustration.
"Thinking on that past again Angel?" he asked in a disgusted tone.
Angel didn't miss the tone and whipped around to face his seer.
"Do you have a problem Mr. Daniels?" Angel snapped in anger towards the idiotic seer.
"The past should be left there Angel. Pining over them won't bring them back."
"You'll never understand what I went through," Angel said in defeat as he turned to face the dark curtains again.
"What is it you pine over most the brunette or the blonde? I bet it was the blonde."
"My life then is none of your concern."
"Every year on this day you completely shut down for the day and it concerns me because it effects the way you work."
Angel would of loved nothing more than to deck the idiot seer. Sadness engulfed him as the silence ensued in the room. He heard Jake turn and walk out of the room and slammed the door on his way out. Turning he opened his personal drawer in his worn desk. A picture with a familiar pair of blue eyes and long blonde hair lay there. Carefully he picked it up and stared at it. A playful smile played on her lips. He let him mind drift to that long ago day that was taken back for the safety of the world. Tilting his head forward he sank into his memories.Sometime after the slayer had died without any chance of being brought back the PTB( Powers That Be)had anchored his soul to his body and there fore the curse was obsolete. A vampire with a soul and no restraints to that soul. That day he had cursed the PTB a hundred times over for doing that. The one chance he had at happiness with the woman he loved was gone just like that with a simple snap of the fingers she was dead.
"What would you give to have her back?" a whisper of a voice said in his ear.
He whipped around but no one was there.
"What?"
"I asked, 'what you would give to have her back?'," the voice asked again.
It came from beside him no matter where he turned. "You'll never find me Angeles so don't bother looking."
"Are you the PTB?"
"No, but close enough. You still didn't answer my question."
"Are you trying to torment me? If you are it's to late my torment is my memories of those I have loved and lost."
"No. That suffering can end Angeles."
"Why would you help me?"
"My reasons are my own."
"Then what's the point of asking me anything? For all I know you could be here to trick me or something like that."
"Its possible but that's where risk and trust comes in. Think on it Angeles and I will see you again."
Angel felt the presence leave the room. Leaning forward in his chair he put his face in his hands and wished that he could cry at the moment. The emotions suddenly went dead as he sat up. Anger raced through him as he sat back and stared off into the dark abyss of his mind.
Across the way on the roof top of another building three figures crouched waiting...
"Good he's ready to accept the price," a first voice hissed.
"But will it be enough?" a second voice snapped angrily.
"It has to be," the first voice said in dejection. "Or this world is doomed."
"Don't think like that. It will be enough," a third voice chimed in hopefully.
"You're right. Until we meet Angel," the first voice said quietly.
All three snuck away to their retreat awaiting the coming.
A/N What did you think? First Angel fic so don't grill me to bad...