There Will Be Tomorrow narika

Title: There Will Be Tomorrow
Author: talena
Disclaimers: Nope, don't own anything, otherwise this story of mine would be a script for an episode. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims and Melinda Mitz.
Category: Crossover (Roswell/Angel and a little Buffy)
Ratings/Genre: PG-13/drama
Summary/Spoilers: Post-Destiny. Liz leaves Max behind to fulfill his destiny, only to find that Fate has its own plans for her.
Author's Notes: None at the moment, but go on and send me comments! I thrive on them!

Prologue B- Surfacing Nightmares II: Tormented Souls

'Yours shall be a tormented soul, wandering the earth, knowing the guilt and pain of your sins.'

His pale brown eyes fluttered open and his gaze fell on the unfamiliar surroundings. The haziness in his mind blocked out any memory of what had happened and how he got to wherever he was. Moving his aching limbs, Liam slowly stood up, bracing his weight against a nearby tree. After a few moments, his gaze began to clear as the shadowed veil over his eyes lifted, and he noticed first his surroundings. A graveyard? Why am I in a graveyard?

The second thing that registered in his mind was the strong stench of fresh blood, and he looked down at himself. His clothes were torn and rumpled, dirt and dried blood matted his long hair…but what stood out most was the fact that he was covered in fresh blood. What happened?

And suddenly he was hit with a tidal wave of memories as the haziness faded away. Screams pierced the air around him, echoing incessantly in his ears. And he heard, the many pleas of mercy, the cries of pain, all ignored in his bloodthirsty induced mind…now unable to be disregard in his reawakened soul. The overwhelming guilt washed through him and his world faded away as the darkness overtook him.

Many stopped and stared in wonder of the stranger who stumbled along, a cloak blocking the sunlight from his body. Men would shake their heads, muttering about lazy good for nothing males. The young females would whisper amongst themselves of the mysterious stranger, giggling over the possibility of approaching him and wooing him to fall madly in love with them…for even though he wore the cloak, his handsome features were somehow still visible. The older women would grab their children to keep them from running to the strange man, and staring at him in wonder themselves.

Then there were those few who were kind enough and brave enough to approach the stranger, offering food and clothing. And those were the few who would stare into his pale brown eyes, gasping upon catching a glimpse at the haunted look in them. Scurrying away frightened, yet also wondering about the outsider's past and what had caused that look that seemed to be etched onto his face.

Liam however ignored the stares, and kept himself away from everyone for security reason. In case somehow, he would lose control upon the demon inside his heart and attack more innocents. For Liam it had been a long five months since his reawakening and most of his days were spent traveling, trying to find the only home he ever really had. His sleep was filled with nightmares, and every time he would see his victims as death claimed them, and little by little a bit of soul was consumed with overwhelming guilt. When he finally escaped his restless slumber, an image of burgundy eyes, filled with tears of pain, betrayal, and most of all love flashed before his vision. And he would once again travel, the voices echoing in his mind and the visions clouded his vision. And he continued on, his remorse the only thing carrying him on.

Looking down, his vision clouded with tears as he stared at the small headstone. She was the only person who could ever really draw any emotions from him that wasn't anger or violence. And with his own hands…he had coldheartedly murdered the only person he had ever love, the only person who understood his faults and could see past them to the real person inside.

"Chastity…"

A broken whisper as he sank to his knees, grasping tightly in his hand the only memorabilia, the little piece of his younger sister besides the memories he had left. In his hand he held the small, beautifully carved silver cross he had given her when she was still an infant.

Remember…

'You can't catch me! You can't catch me!' The soft patter of footsteps echoed in the deep forest accompanied with musical laughter.

Remember…

'Liam!'

'I'll save you Chas, don't worry. I'll never let anything happened to you.' She nodded, nothing but trust and love filling her eyes as he grasped her hand, pulling her over the side of the cliff into the safety of his arms.

Remember…

'Why do you always do that to father? You know he loves you, and only wants the best.'

'Best?' Liam snorted, 'The only person he cares about his himself…I have no one.'

'That's not true.' Chastity knelt in front of him, clasping his hands in her own, his large ones engulfing her smaller ones. 'You'll always have me. No matter what, I'll always be with you and I'll always love you.'

Liam stared down at the graves, the voices of the past swirling around in the air, and he tasted the bitterness of the tears. I'm so sorry… And whatever was left of his heart shattered, and his soul forsaken as he let out a loud pained cry. The soft thundering of the skies, the wailing of the wind, and the gentle lull of the falling rain mingled to form a soft melody of sorrow, playing gently in the air as the soul of a damned man wept beneath the leaves of the weeping willow.

The soft glow of the silvery moon made its way through the heavy black curtains, piercing the otherwise dark room. Angel awoke with a loud scream, one name escaping his lips. Chastity. After all this time, it still hurt to think of her or what he had done to her. Beneath that weeping willow, he had lost the ability to feel, to love, to use his heart. And at the exact moment, the words of the woman who cursed him had entered his mind.

'Yours shall be a tormented soul, wandering the earth, knowing the guilt and pain of your sins.'

And from that day forward, Liam disappeared from the earth, only to be replaced by Angel, a demon with a soul, living only to atone for his many sins against man.

Not one day passed when he did not think of her. Chastity, his beloved younger sister. A kind-hearted soul who cared for everyone more than herself. A gentle spirit who calmed his raging heart.

'You'll always have me. No matter what, I'll always be with you and I'll always love you.'

"I'll always love you too Chastity…" He whispered to the starlit sky, and not but a few moments later did Cordelia interrupt him.

"Angel!" Angel turned around startled at the urgency in her voice. He grasped her shoulders, "What? What's wrong Cordy?"

Cordelia continued to speak quickly, forming incoherent sentences until Angel gently shook her, "Slow down. Take a deep breath." Cordelia did as she was told, "Now, what's wrong?"

"Faith is dead." She finally managed.

"What? How?" Angel released Cordelia's shoulders.

"I don't know, they just found her in her cell with her neck snapped. Wes just got a call from the Council…a new slayer's been called." Cordelia continued as she went into her ramblings, Angel looked back towards the moon. The moonlight caught the small object in his hand, making it glow slightly. Angel held up his sister's old cross and whispered, "A new slayer?"

~tbc~

A/N: Ok, that was a little dry...I'm so sorry! This chapter was bleh, in my opinion. Please send any critiscm or comments? I thrive on feedback, and yes the death threats help too ^-^