Title: Not so Alone
Author: Vampire_Star_Child
E-mail: Wesley_Spike_666@yahoo.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters
Summary: Wesley's dead and Angel feels alone.
A/N: This has nothing to do with Please Forgive Me. And when I say Angel was with *male name* it is not in a slashy way. Or do I? Muhahahaha!!!
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Angel woke up lying on his floor, the memory last week still fresh in his mind. Wesley was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. He had no one to turn to. Sure Angel knew Cordy longer then he knew Wesley but he was always closer to Wesley. At first it was Cordy with Dennis and Angel with Doyle. Then Doyle died. Angel was alone. Then Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne came. A little later Fred and Gru. The "couples" changed. Angel had Wesley. But now he was gone and no one was left that truly cared for him.
What would he do without Wes? He could go on brooding over everything like always, but why? Why feel the pain of regret and loss when he could end it all so easily? If he went to Hell so be it, he couldn't help what he had done when he had no soul. God kills indiscriminately, so why can't I, he thought. He walked to the weapons cabinet and took out a stake. Gunn was lying on the curricular couch and Fred was on the phone. Angel walked out the back door into the small garden. He looked at the flowers and up at the stars. For a last look at the world this ain't bad, he thought. He raised the stake and plunged deep into his chest. A horribly sweet pain shot through him his body turned to dust.
Seconds later
Angel found himself lying on a small, round table in a poorly decorated room. "Where am I," he said out loud. He looked around and saw two more people, one on the couch and the other one on a chair, both asleep. Angel got off the table and as he walked towards them he tripped over a bottle that was on the floor. He fell forward, flipping over the chair and onto the couch. The sleeping figures awoke and screamed. Angel jumped up and backed away. " What the bloody hell was that for," yelled the man on the couch. " Quit yer yellin'," said the other," He's only just died."
"Wesley? Doyle?" Angel walked back over to them. "Where am I," he asked once he was close enough to see it was Wesley and Doyle. Doyle was the first to respond. "What, no 'ello, how ya bin for these long years?" Angel looked down at his feet. " Sorry.'' " Don't be. Now 'fore I answer anythin', is there something you want to say to Wesley 'ere?" Angel turned towards Wesley. " Wes, I'm sorry for threatening you and if you and I wanted to know if you could ever forgive me. I mean you don't ha.." Wesley cut him off. " You never have to ask for my forgiveness. No matter what you do you are my friend and you are always forgiven." Just then the door flew open and sunlight streamed in.
Angel didn't have time to move before the sunlight hit him. He gave a shout as he tried to put out flames that weren't there. Doyle and Wesley laughed at him. Angel stopped moving, realizing there were no flames. " That's not funny," he said readjusting his jacket. Doyle clapped his hands. " Right then, let's get moving. We've got a long way to go." ignoring him Angel asked "Why am I not in flames. Do you see this?" Looks as happy as he did on the Hosts world, Wesley thought. "Wait. What do you mean we have along way to go? And do you know why I'm not a torch right now?" Doyle smiled. " Of course I know. You can't die because you're in Heaven."
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Could this be one of those much-hated cliffhanger? Could I be so evil? Will I write more? Review and find out.
Author: Vampire_Star_Child
E-mail: Wesley_Spike_666@yahoo.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters
Summary: Wesley's dead and Angel feels alone.
A/N: This has nothing to do with Please Forgive Me. And when I say Angel was with *male name* it is not in a slashy way. Or do I? Muhahahaha!!!
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Angel woke up lying on his floor, the memory last week still fresh in his mind. Wesley was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. He had no one to turn to. Sure Angel knew Cordy longer then he knew Wesley but he was always closer to Wesley. At first it was Cordy with Dennis and Angel with Doyle. Then Doyle died. Angel was alone. Then Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne came. A little later Fred and Gru. The "couples" changed. Angel had Wesley. But now he was gone and no one was left that truly cared for him.
What would he do without Wes? He could go on brooding over everything like always, but why? Why feel the pain of regret and loss when he could end it all so easily? If he went to Hell so be it, he couldn't help what he had done when he had no soul. God kills indiscriminately, so why can't I, he thought. He walked to the weapons cabinet and took out a stake. Gunn was lying on the curricular couch and Fred was on the phone. Angel walked out the back door into the small garden. He looked at the flowers and up at the stars. For a last look at the world this ain't bad, he thought. He raised the stake and plunged deep into his chest. A horribly sweet pain shot through him his body turned to dust.
Seconds later
Angel found himself lying on a small, round table in a poorly decorated room. "Where am I," he said out loud. He looked around and saw two more people, one on the couch and the other one on a chair, both asleep. Angel got off the table and as he walked towards them he tripped over a bottle that was on the floor. He fell forward, flipping over the chair and onto the couch. The sleeping figures awoke and screamed. Angel jumped up and backed away. " What the bloody hell was that for," yelled the man on the couch. " Quit yer yellin'," said the other," He's only just died."
"Wesley? Doyle?" Angel walked back over to them. "Where am I," he asked once he was close enough to see it was Wesley and Doyle. Doyle was the first to respond. "What, no 'ello, how ya bin for these long years?" Angel looked down at his feet. " Sorry.'' " Don't be. Now 'fore I answer anythin', is there something you want to say to Wesley 'ere?" Angel turned towards Wesley. " Wes, I'm sorry for threatening you and if you and I wanted to know if you could ever forgive me. I mean you don't ha.." Wesley cut him off. " You never have to ask for my forgiveness. No matter what you do you are my friend and you are always forgiven." Just then the door flew open and sunlight streamed in.
Angel didn't have time to move before the sunlight hit him. He gave a shout as he tried to put out flames that weren't there. Doyle and Wesley laughed at him. Angel stopped moving, realizing there were no flames. " That's not funny," he said readjusting his jacket. Doyle clapped his hands. " Right then, let's get moving. We've got a long way to go." ignoring him Angel asked "Why am I not in flames. Do you see this?" Looks as happy as he did on the Hosts world, Wesley thought. "Wait. What do you mean we have along way to go? And do you know why I'm not a torch right now?" Doyle smiled. " Of course I know. You can't die because you're in Heaven."
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Could this be one of those much-hated cliffhanger? Could I be so evil? Will I write more? Review and find out.