Title: I'm the Only One
Author: Tizzylish
Disclaimer: If they were mine would I write Fanfiction? No, I'm not Joss and am making no money off this little song fic. And the song "I'm the Only One" belongs to Melissa Ethridge
Setting: During Angel Season 2 and pretty much just Angel Season 2.
Summery: Set during Angel season two one of Angel's "little blondes" thinks about his actions. Can you guess which one?
Distribution: Umm…my xanga site, and well if you want it take it just tell me where it goes!!
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Please baby can't you see
My mind's a burnin' hell
I got razors a rippin' and tearin' and strippin'
My heart apart as well
Tonight you told me
That you ache for something new
And some other woman is lookin' like something
That might be good for you
She stood in silence as she watched him dash through the hotel, almost into the bright sunlight where he knew he could not follow her. He had dwelled on her thoughts for months now. She watched him stand in bewilderment from beyond the glass of the doors, she was safe outside, but she almost relished at the hints of the monster within.
He had told her before that he wasn't what she needed, now though it looked like he needed her. She could almost feel him burn for her, their eternal connection willing her to come before him show herself.
He wanted to follow the other one she could tell, he was totally blinded by her, that he didn't even seem to notice anyone else. This wasn't good for him, but his obsession was growing, and she knew how he handled those.
Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
nothing's wrong
But I'm the only one
Who'll walk across the fire for you
I'm the only one
Who'll drown in my desire for you
It's only fear that makes you run
The demons that you're hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I'm the only one
She followed him home, this stalking in the shadows thing wasn't so bad. It fed her more voyeuristic urges, she could see him but he didn't even sense her anymore. Taking a deep breath when she saw her only rival enter his room and crawl to his sleeping form. She watched as the Bitch crawled on top of her lover, whispering lusty thoughts in his ears.
He was happy, well maybe not happy but definitely horny, as she heard him begin to moan, groan, and growl at the Bitch's words. He was living in a fantasy lately where he could indulge his inner fantasies, where he could forget his soul, safely in the dreams.
She heard him scream the Bitch's name, what about her? Did he just forget that she had planned on forever did he just forget in that Bitch's arms? Was this what he wanted now? Meaningless connection in they hazes of the sub-conscience? Did he just forget about her when the Bitch crawled over to him? Could he really not tell the difference between her and her rival, what she provided, how she burned for him? Surely he must know what the Bitch provided was merely a distraction? Hmmm men.
He was the god damned Champion, god damned being the operative phrase. Did he not remember the people he was supposed to help? The demons he was supposed to conquer for his reward? Of course not, couldn't be bothered when he was getting some! Hmmm men.
Please baby can't you see
I'm trying to explain
I've been here before and I'm locking the door
And I'm not going back again
Her eyes and arms and skin won't make
it go away
You'll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow
That holds you down today
OK now he was scaring even her, he was slipping rapidly. She knew it was hard but he had to hold on. She wouldn't kill him again especially on a more permanent level. She had lived it before she didn't want to see those eyes again. She shuddered as she watched the two of them battle it out.
It wasn't going to work, the Bitch couldn't provide what she could. He could try though as hard as he could but indulging himself wouldn't make it go away. He would never be able to lose himself in the Bitch.
When he rose in the morning, she would be gone forever. No more following because of the numbing pain she felt in her soul all the time. If he truly wanted to lose that soul, then she couldn't help him. And she had tried to find him through their connection but he wouldn't budge. If he didn't want his soul then he didn't want her. Considering she was the only one who could take it, what else were soulmates for?