Revelations
It's dark. Too dark. I can't see… can't see him. But I know he's there. I'm sure of it…he's Watching, just waiting for me to make the first move. I can almost see the smirk playing over his lips; smelling waves of fear pour off me, the underlying tones of of lust, pain, adrenalin. Aware of every shallow breath I take, every fluctuation of my pulse rate. And if he's not? …well, maybe that's worse. Much worse.
But of course, he has the upper hand, as always. He's in control. Gagged and bound by truth and lies, I'm His, until…until…
No, we won't think about that. But let me tell you something about Angel. He's not a very nice guy. You'd think, watching him brood in some lonely corner, that he's whipping himself for past sins; crimes against humanity, against Spike and Dru, against the Scoobies, against Buffy, Buffy, Buffy… beating himself up for those times when the line between he and Angelus blurred.
Truth is, there is no line. The demon doesn't change you, not really. It just brings out what's already there. Everything you've ever tried to hide, everything you've ever locked away comes to the surface. Suddenly you're free, life is blood, pain, pleasure, lust, hunger… all of which are really the same thing, when it comes down to it.
And that's what he's thinking about, as sits, watching you, looking for all the world like a lost puppy. And maybe he is a little lost… lost in faint sound of your pulse, in your scent. He's imagining what you'd taste like in that final moment, just before you give up… how you'd feel under him, writhing, tears staining you're pretty cheeks…
…I knew it. He is here. Never was very good at the waiting game.