Epilogue
So much pain...
He sat there stunned. This surprised even him, a vampire with a soul, a contradiction in terms. But this was something he hadn't really expected at all.
He thought he had had it rough this past few months. First Connor dumping him in the ocean, five weeks of insanity causing isolation at the bottom of the pacific. Being raised by Wesley, coming home to confront Connor. Finding out Cordielia was a higher being and the whole wacked out journey of getting her back. He thought he had had a tough few months. But after getting off the phone with Willow, his adventure seemed meager compared.
He had sat and listened to the whole horrible story. Letting the whole of emotions play over him. Shock, pain, nausea, horror, relief, and finally, the final horrible feeling, remembrance. At the end she had asked him what Johnathon Malnaroo wanted with him. But Angel couldn't bear to tell them, so he lied and said that he didn't have a clue. But he knew, he remembered, every detail.
1782
He smiled at the sound of the scream. It was loud and full of pain. And he loved it. It was some of his best work. That man had been foolish enough to invite him in from the rain then leave to fetch food for him from town. Leaving Angelus with the man's wife and daughter.
Of course Angelus had put on his best innocent face and suave act he had perfected over the years with Darla. But after she left him to rot, he needed shelter…and a snack. When he came upon the cottage he thought he would just be invited in eat the family and wait till the next night. But what inside he witnessed something that made the demon cringe. The father had so much love for his wife and child it was disgusting, he would teach this human a lesson. And he had loved every second of it. The sound of the sobs, the screams, the pleading, all of it.
He played it over in his mind again, the way the child cried as he took the mother right in front of her, slicing, and biting. When he was done he moved in on the child, relishing the pain filled screams from the mother begging him to stop. But most of all, he loved their screams as he decorated the house with them while they still breathed. The best time he ever had. But the icing on this cake of blood and destruction, was when the father came home.
Now he leaned against the side of the cottage, outside where the father couldn't see him, listening to the sobs and screams, smiling. When the wails died down to whimpers, no longer pleasing to the ear Angelus began to walk away, further into the woods. Forgetting the name Johnathon along the way. Not noticing the demonic glow coming from the windows.
2002
He remembered everything, how he felt, how it felt. It twisted a knife into his gut, causing tears to come to his eyes. Standing up he began to shake, and desperately tried to hold on to the thread of self control. But that thread snapped and he crumbled. Sobbing into his hands as he remembered everything, and did the only thing he could think of. He prayed, he prayed that someone would forgive him, because he couldn't. The whole fact of the matter crashing down on him.
His demon had created another in it's own likeness, in it's cruelty.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hope this explains things.
I wash my hands of this story.
It even gives me the *wiggins*
So much pain...
He sat there stunned. This surprised even him, a vampire with a soul, a contradiction in terms. But this was something he hadn't really expected at all.
He thought he had had it rough this past few months. First Connor dumping him in the ocean, five weeks of insanity causing isolation at the bottom of the pacific. Being raised by Wesley, coming home to confront Connor. Finding out Cordielia was a higher being and the whole wacked out journey of getting her back. He thought he had had a tough few months. But after getting off the phone with Willow, his adventure seemed meager compared.
He had sat and listened to the whole horrible story. Letting the whole of emotions play over him. Shock, pain, nausea, horror, relief, and finally, the final horrible feeling, remembrance. At the end she had asked him what Johnathon Malnaroo wanted with him. But Angel couldn't bear to tell them, so he lied and said that he didn't have a clue. But he knew, he remembered, every detail.
1782
He smiled at the sound of the scream. It was loud and full of pain. And he loved it. It was some of his best work. That man had been foolish enough to invite him in from the rain then leave to fetch food for him from town. Leaving Angelus with the man's wife and daughter.
Of course Angelus had put on his best innocent face and suave act he had perfected over the years with Darla. But after she left him to rot, he needed shelter…and a snack. When he came upon the cottage he thought he would just be invited in eat the family and wait till the next night. But what inside he witnessed something that made the demon cringe. The father had so much love for his wife and child it was disgusting, he would teach this human a lesson. And he had loved every second of it. The sound of the sobs, the screams, the pleading, all of it.
He played it over in his mind again, the way the child cried as he took the mother right in front of her, slicing, and biting. When he was done he moved in on the child, relishing the pain filled screams from the mother begging him to stop. But most of all, he loved their screams as he decorated the house with them while they still breathed. The best time he ever had. But the icing on this cake of blood and destruction, was when the father came home.
Now he leaned against the side of the cottage, outside where the father couldn't see him, listening to the sobs and screams, smiling. When the wails died down to whimpers, no longer pleasing to the ear Angelus began to walk away, further into the woods. Forgetting the name Johnathon along the way. Not noticing the demonic glow coming from the windows.
2002
He remembered everything, how he felt, how it felt. It twisted a knife into his gut, causing tears to come to his eyes. Standing up he began to shake, and desperately tried to hold on to the thread of self control. But that thread snapped and he crumbled. Sobbing into his hands as he remembered everything, and did the only thing he could think of. He prayed, he prayed that someone would forgive him, because he couldn't. The whole fact of the matter crashing down on him.
His demon had created another in it's own likeness, in it's cruelty.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hope this explains things.
I wash my hands of this story.
It even gives me the *wiggins*