Timeline: This is basically written before Epiphany (which hasn't actually been shown in the UK yet!)
and really anytime during Angel's depression after he fires the gang.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Angel, that's why I'm sat writing fan fictions. Please recognise the sarcasm.



Who am I?

I know who everyone wants me to be.

Angel.

The vampire with a soul.
The eternally good as well as dead guy.
The one who never, ever wanders onto that grey area.

I don't remember who he was.

Am I Angelus?

The cold-blooded killer, murderer.
The one who had no morals and didn't care for anything, anyone.
The one who was definitely always standing in the middle of that black area.

Or am I Liam?

The boy who ashamed his father, his family.
The one whose idea of a hard day's work was a twelve hour stretch in the tavern and sleeping on anything less comfortable than a bed.
He often frequented that grey area but who knows if he could have made it onto that white area.

I don't know how to find my way between them anymore.
I don't know how to be Angel, he's just not an option.
With sunlight not being exactly good for my skin, neither is Liam.
So that leaves Angelus.

But can I ever be ready for him again?