Now bless me father for I have sinned
But it's the same old story again and again
His pace was sluggish as his boots hit the darkened pavement beneath him, the lone sound ringing in his ears as if threatening to consume him whole. He had decided to hoof it and leave the car lifelessly in front of the motel, he would take as much time as he could getting to where he was going- where he was dreading. He had received a call earlier from Giles telling him they were meeting in a shop called the magic box. A Scooby meeting. It tugged faintly on the strings in his heart as the images of past meetings flushed through his head before he recklessly tossed them aside in attempt to keep the tears at bay.
Shaded orbs gazed pointlessly over the haunting scape around him as he continued onward on his path along side a random Sunnydale street that was currently abandoned except for an elderly man sitting on a bench with a sad nostalgic expression gracing his gnarled features. He really could relate.
The first few months that came after his departure were the hardest. He missed his friends and thought about just giving in every once and awhile but then anger and bitterness rose up in him and he fought onwards. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction he assumed they would have if word of his death got back-no they would not get any.
Chilled hands came to rest deeply in the depths of his pockets, form slowly moving towards the shop as a tattered sigh expelled in a light breath from the confines hidden behind his tiers which had become slightly chapped from the breeze flowing past. He never thought he would miss Sunnydale, the hellmouth . . . But he did.
After a few minutes of painfully slow steps, he finally arrived outside the shops door. Tired orbs glistering somewhat at the sight that unfolded before him. Willow and a nameless blond were researching at a table and by the looks of it-they were very close. Not that it was any of his business. Giles and Dawn were doing the same at the counter and by god. Dawn had grown up into a very beautiful young lady that he always knew she would be. His gaze slowly shifted and found a certain blond slayer and a souled vampire cuddled up on the couch. Still making goo-goo eyes at one and another he thought, his head shaking slightly. Anger balled up in the pit of his stomach as he watched them. He had no vendetta with Angel, like he said, he did what he had to against Angelus, and he stood by his decision. . And it earned him a beating from a person he had trusted with his life. A person who almost took it in the end.
And then his shaded orbs set upon a lone brunette in the corner, reading through an old dusty book. Cordelia. The one who broke his heart on Valentines Day and then took Buffy's side when all of the shit had gone down. But still . . . She was as stunning as ever.
He took in a deep breath as his shaky hand gripped the door knob. It was now or never.
His pace was sluggish as his boots hit the darkened pavement beneath him, the lone sound ringing in his ears as if threatening to consume him whole. He had decided to hoof it and leave the car lifelessly in front of the motel, he would take as much time as he could getting to where he was going- where he was dreading. He had received a call earlier from Giles telling him they were meeting in a shop called the magic box. A Scooby meeting. It tugged faintly on the strings in his heart as the images of past meetings flushed through his head before he recklessly tossed them aside in attempt to keep the tears at bay.
Shaded orbs gazed pointlessly over the haunting scape around him as he continued onward on his path along side a random Sunnydale street that was currently abandoned except for an elderly man sitting on a bench with a sad nostalgic expression gracing his gnarled features. He really could relate.
The first few months that came after his departure were the hardest. He missed his friends and thought about just giving in every once and awhile but then anger and bitterness rose up in him and he fought onwards. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction he assumed they would have if word of his death got back-no they would not get any.
Chilled hands came to rest deeply in the depths of his pockets, form slowly moving towards the shop as a tattered sigh expelled in a light breath from the confines hidden behind his tiers which had become slightly chapped from the breeze flowing past. He never thought he would miss Sunnydale, the hellmouth . . . But he did.
After a few minutes of painfully slow steps, he finally arrived outside the shops door. Tired orbs glistering somewhat at the sight that unfolded before him. Willow and a nameless blond were researching at a table and by the looks of it-they were very close. Not that it was any of his business. Giles and Dawn were doing the same at the counter and by god. Dawn had grown up into a very beautiful young lady that he always knew she would be. His gaze slowly shifted and found a certain blond slayer and a souled vampire cuddled up on the couch. Still making goo-goo eyes at one and another he thought, his head shaking slightly. Anger balled up in the pit of his stomach as he watched them. He had no vendetta with Angel, like he said, he did what he had to against Angelus, and he stood by his decision. . And it earned him a beating from a person he had trusted with his life. A person who almost took it in the end.
And then his shaded orbs set upon a lone brunette in the corner, reading through an old dusty book. Cordelia. The one who broke his heart on Valentines Day and then took Buffy's side when all of the shit had gone down. But still . . . She was as stunning as ever.
He took in a deep breath as his shaky hand gripped the door knob. It was now or never.