Fulfilling A Prophecy
Chapter 2: The Father (Angel's POV)
by Hollywood Phoenix
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Spoilers: Season 3 ep 'Sleep Tight'
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She's crossing the invisible line that has existed for years.
It's not often that I get visitors, but now, she's come to visit me in my new home.
She has a favour to ask. I can see it in her head, as she tries to get it out. But she won't say anything because I know her. It's in her nature to be blunt and unreserved, but she believes that I might snap. She forgets that I'm not as ignorant and unassuming about her as I used to be.
I know what she wants to ask.
My thoughts are transported to the Hyperion, to its shiny rails and gleaming floor. I think of how it started out empty and then gradually started bustling with all forms of life. And I think of the light that shined inwards and out.
She wants to go. She wants me to return with her.
Her motives are that she wants someone to accompany her and it has to be me. Even though there's someone else she can ask, she wants me.
If only she knew how much this touches me.
Since our paths crossed, I have always been her closest friend. Her only friend, until he returned.
He returned for her. There's no one else for him. There would be no other reason.
In front of me, I watch them interact with each other in their corners. I roam the city, forever at night, a silent observer. From my vantage point on rooftops, I follow them everywhere.
I have attained the furtive shamefulness of a voyeur now, and part of me thinks of how wrong this is. I smell him on her, a mix of something like my own, yet not quite me. With my extra perceptive senses, I can hear them, even from the streets outside her apartment building.
I want to stop. I tell myself to end the madness and move on. To get away from her. I am dangerously close to losing what I am as I bludgeon and destroy everything evil and wrong with my world until I can change things. I expect to find myself one day lying naked and battered and tormented and broken.
And so alone. Because she was never mine and he ceased to be mine a long time ago.
Only in my mind, I see them together.
In my most private innermost regions, I imagine myself in his place. I am the one running a hand casually along the side of her face, burying my nose in her hair, resting my hand on the curve at her waist. Making her gasp and cry with pain and pleasure.
He couldn't know her like I do. He's been away, he left her, he has no claim on her.
I'm quite aware, neither do I.
I'm living vicariously through him. But I would never hurt him. Regardless of the envy, I love him and all that he represents. He is a gift, my miracle. Everything about me that is good and pure.
I've succumbed to the demon that I am. I shake my head vigorously; I won't go with her. I can't ever return to that former state of almost ignorant bliss.
She turns away, her body relaxed and seemingly unaffected. The brief flicker in her eyes belie this reaction. There is the bittersweet disappointment and everlasting sorrow. I've caused this for her. I always do this to her. She won't try to change my mind anymore. And she'll always understand me.
I fear the consequences. I have to stay away. From my memories. From my pain. From her. From him.
The only thing I feel now is a relief knowing that the prophecy will never be fulfilled.
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A/N: Sorry for any confusion earlier. I rewrote chapter 1 and this is the real chapter 2. Thx for bearing with me!:)
Disclaimers: Not mine
(c) March 17, 2002
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