TITLE: Whispered in the Dark
AUTHOR: Blodwyn
E-MAIL: blodwyn29@btopenworld.com
SUMMARY: A Companion Piece to Sorry. Not a Sequel.
RATING: PG-13
TIMELINE: 3 or 4 months after the end of Season 3
DISTRIBUTION: ffNet. Anyone else please ask.
SPOILERS: not really, but it helps if you know what happened at the end of season 3.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own a Thing: not even the computer it's written on. Joss and Co are all Gods!
Whispered in the Dark
He had snuck back into the room quite late, she had lain in her bed pretending to be asleep, not wanting to face him. It was getting harder and harder to look him in the eyes, to look at his hatred so deep and twisting. It mirrored her guilt perfectly. She hoped he could live with it better than she was coping with her feelings. She quietly slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
Leaning over the small basin she peered at herself in the mirror, bags under her eyes, red hair limp and sticking to her head, even she had to admit she looked awful. Well when you killed someone that happened. Only this wasn't just someone she had killed. She had loved him, he had talked her round. It was what he wanted. A last message to his son, the boy now sleeping next door. But she was plagued each moment of each day with visions of her deed. She was crumbling. The anger that had driven her to him in the first place was gone. All that remained was the guilt. She slumped into a ball, leaning her head against the side of the bathtub. Surprising even herself when the tears finally came.
He lay still, holding his breath as he heard her get up and go into the bathroom. When the door clicked shut, he breathed out. She was making him nervous, she was jittery and acting guilty all the time, she wouldn't even look at him any more. If she folded, gave in, he would have to take care of her as well. He didn't need that bunch of demon-loving do-gooders interfering. His anger and hatred surged to the surface of his mind again. The Evil he had to battle, his father had wanted him to battle that evil from inside it's own lair, but he had better idea's. Leave the monster where he was. Stephen turned over in the bed, a small grin on his face. Let Angelus rest where he was, for all eternity. He would never be found. Stephen was only sorry that his vampire mother was dust. He would have liked to send her to join that monster claiming to be his Father. Stephen froze. She was coming back.
She stood, wiping her face on the towel. Leaving the bathroom she made a decision. She couldn't go on like this. She would find his friends and tell them what had happened. The boy would hate her for it. She wished she had gone with her instinct and simply dusted Angelus. She pulled on a pair of grubby trainers, and put on her coat. Pausing by the sleeping boy she stared. He looked so innocent asleep. And she had destroyed that. Holding back more tears she reached out a hand, and gently brushed some hair out of his face.
"I'm Sorry" Justine Whispered.