TITLE: The End
AUTHOR: Amberina
E-MAIL: amberina426@aol.com
WEBSITE: Amberina
MAILING LIST: Amberina
AIM: Amberina426
RATING: R for character death and language
PAIRING: Wes/Lilah
SPOILERS: "Calvary"
SUMMARY: It's the end.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never was, never will be (probably.)
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
ARCHIVING: SU Archive. Anyone else ask first.
NOTE: My first attempt at writing Lilah.
THE END
By Amberina
Dying. Death. She saw it every goddamn day and yet she had the warped dillusion that it would never claim her. She never really thought about her own demise, always assumed in the corner of her mind that she would find a way to overcome it like she found a way to overcome everything else. She always considered herself an intelligent, strong woman, but she's not feeling very intelligent or strong right about now.
She's bleeding, and now the pain in her side seems like nothing compared to the sharp aching in her entire upper body. She's feeling lightheaded and now she *knows* she's going to die, there's no doubt about it. She can feel the life slipping away even as she lies there wishing he would come back, know something was wrong, and come back and save her.
She realizes she's pathetic, she's the kind of woman she always hated, waiting for some man to come save her, but what other choice does she have? Saint Cordelia is her murderer, princess actually killed her. She never thought she'd have the nerve to do anything like that, and in a way she's proud of the girl, and in another way she wants to chop that fucking bitch to pieces and feed them to Angelus.
Angelus. He should be around somewhere, she's surprised he hasn't drained her already. Probably distracted by pussy, like all men, probably getting a little piece of Cordelia now, no chopping required.
All she wanted was her life back, and what did she get? The little piece of life she still had obliterated. No chance to tell Wesley . . . To get her pretty things back.
She's probably in shock, hallucinating, she has to be, because she sees him now. Right in front of her, kneeling over her, and she can't speak. She tries to say something, anything, but her voice catches in her throat and never quite reaches the air and she swears she sees a tear fall down his cheek - fuck, now she really knows she hallucinating, because he could never cry over her, just like she wouldn't cry over him.
Not that she cries over anything.
He whispers something, but it's so far away, she can't hear it, all she hears is her own heartbeat, which is slowing down by the second. She wants to tell him that -
She has to tell him, he can't think that -
She has to let him know that -
THE END
AUTHOR: Amberina
E-MAIL: amberina426@aol.com
WEBSITE: Amberina
MAILING LIST: Amberina
AIM: Amberina426
RATING: R for character death and language
PAIRING: Wes/Lilah
SPOILERS: "Calvary"
SUMMARY: It's the end.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never was, never will be (probably.)
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
ARCHIVING: SU Archive. Anyone else ask first.
NOTE: My first attempt at writing Lilah.
THE END
By Amberina
Dying. Death. She saw it every goddamn day and yet she had the warped dillusion that it would never claim her. She never really thought about her own demise, always assumed in the corner of her mind that she would find a way to overcome it like she found a way to overcome everything else. She always considered herself an intelligent, strong woman, but she's not feeling very intelligent or strong right about now.
She's bleeding, and now the pain in her side seems like nothing compared to the sharp aching in her entire upper body. She's feeling lightheaded and now she *knows* she's going to die, there's no doubt about it. She can feel the life slipping away even as she lies there wishing he would come back, know something was wrong, and come back and save her.
She realizes she's pathetic, she's the kind of woman she always hated, waiting for some man to come save her, but what other choice does she have? Saint Cordelia is her murderer, princess actually killed her. She never thought she'd have the nerve to do anything like that, and in a way she's proud of the girl, and in another way she wants to chop that fucking bitch to pieces and feed them to Angelus.
Angelus. He should be around somewhere, she's surprised he hasn't drained her already. Probably distracted by pussy, like all men, probably getting a little piece of Cordelia now, no chopping required.
All she wanted was her life back, and what did she get? The little piece of life she still had obliterated. No chance to tell Wesley . . . To get her pretty things back.
She's probably in shock, hallucinating, she has to be, because she sees him now. Right in front of her, kneeling over her, and she can't speak. She tries to say something, anything, but her voice catches in her throat and never quite reaches the air and she swears she sees a tear fall down his cheek - fuck, now she really knows she hallucinating, because he could never cry over her, just like she wouldn't cry over him.
Not that she cries over anything.
He whispers something, but it's so far away, she can't hear it, all she hears is her own heartbeat, which is slowing down by the second. She wants to tell him that -
She has to tell him, he can't think that -
She has to let him know that -
THE END
