I watched with fascination as Angelus sketched me. He drew me looking evil and malicious, something I'd only seen in him before. I was sitting on the hearth again, watching him glance at me occasionally then work on the paper again. I would regularly lean over to see what it looked like and be amazed by what I saw.
Finally he handed it to me with a flourish. "What do you think?" He'd added in the dead body of May in the background, blood spilling from her throat. But what really fascinated me was myself. Just like when I'd discovered the drawing in his room, I was astounded by the way I looked. I honestly can't remember when I last looked in a mirror. "Do you like it, Will?" I nodded dumbly and he smiled to himself. "Good. We're going to give it to the Watchers council as a gift."
"What?"
"Send it to them in the post," he smirked, taking it back off me and sealing it inside an envelope. He rested it on the side table and stood up. I thought he was going to leave the room, but instead he came and sat beside me on the floor. I don't think I've ever seen him sit on the floor. Well, this week has been full of surprises.
He played with my hair idly and I began to purr softly, leaning into him unconsciously. The heat from the fire on my face, and the coolness of my sire next to me blended perfectly and I felt myself drifting asleep...
One year ago,
Will waited, sitting on the bed facing the door with his knees drawn up to his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off the door for more than a couple of seconds to glance at the clock. Half past six. Angelus would be coming up any minute. The clock ticked and his heart constricted. Would tonight be the night? Please... please let him come in and not lock the door again afterwards...
I heard his footsteps. One, two, three, four, five, six steps along the hallway. A pause. Then the sound of a bolt being drawn back. The door opened slowly and Angelus came in. He didn't say anything, simply dropped the body he was holding onto the floor and picked up the old one from yesterday. Then he looked at Will. Will stared back desperately. "Sire?" he whispered hoarsely. "Sire... Master?"
Angelus turned away and left without saying anything. Seeing Will looking so desolate was heart breaking, but he would not give in. William had to learn, there was no excuse. He left the way he had come.
William, still exactly where he had been heard the footsteps again. One, two, three, four, five, six, then down the stairs. Only then did he keel over and cry silently into his pillow.
I woke up crying. I was alone in my room and I couldn't remember why I was crying. I felt cold and lonely and abandoned and I couldn't remember why!
I sat up in my bed and tried to stop crying. But for some reason I couldn't. The feeling of desolation was so overwhelming that I curled back up into a ball and soaked my shirt.
My shirt? I was still in my night stuff. I tried to remember going to bed. Why hadn't I changed my clothes? I couldn't remember going to bed either. Why? Suddenly I felt scared. I couldn't remember. I remember... I don't know... what happened? Where was Angelus? No! No I don't want Angelus to find me. He's scary, and dangerous. So why do I feel the desperate need to cling to him?
It felt like there were a million voices in my head telling me to go and do different stuff and I didn't know which one to listen too. So I just stayed where I was and rocked backwards and forwards while I whimpered to myself and tried to remember.
There was blood, lots of blood, and deaths... of Watchers! We killed the Watchers! It was coming back to me now. Then we went home, and Angelus drew a picture. Then what? Somehow I got from there into my bed and I don't remember when.
"SIRE!!!" I yelled, then instantly regretted it. He's gonna be angry with me for waking him up... oh god...
The door opened and he frowned at me. "What?"
"n-nothing..." I mumbled. His frown deepened and he growled.
"William, you have just woken me up. What is the matter?"
"I had a bad dream," I sniffed, not looking at him. He sighed and came over to sit on the bed. I felt it sink as he sat beside me.
"What was it?"
I felt very stupid then. "I don't remember," I whispered quietly.
"Will, I can't help you if you don't tell me." He pushed my face up. "Look at me, Will, look at me. Now tell me exactly what's wrong."
"I don't remember," I said pathetically, my eyes glinting with tears. "I had a dream, then I woke up and I was crying and I don't know why and I don't remember what I'm doing here and how I got here and it's all confusing.
He chuckled a little bit. "You fell asleep Will, remember? And I brought you up here. So there's nothing to worry about."
Actually, thinking about it, I felt pretty silly for panicking. I'd fallen asleep and Angelus had taken me upstairs. Simple as that. "Oh." He pulled me towards him and I slowly started to calm down and remember everything more clearly. Including the dream, but I didn't tell him. It was a private memory that I didn't want to share.
"Ok?" He looked at me. I nodded.
"Yeah."
"Good. Now go back to sleep." He left without saying anything and it was pretty easy for me to fall back to sleep again.
The next time I woke up, it was to a serenade of screams. Regular cries of pain every few seconds. I rolled over, undisturbed. Angelus was probably laying it into one of the minions. I gleefully hoped it was Cassie, fantasising about her making the howls of pain.
I decided then that it was really time for me to get up. It was already dark outside, and if it'd been a normal day, I would've been expected to be up hours ago. Plus, Angelus sounded in a bad mood and I didn't want to risk it any more.
I nearly walked into him at the bottom of the stairs and he sent me flying into the wall. I nursed my pounding head while he snapped at me. "Took your time getting up." He pointed at a pair of boots by the door. "I want those perfect by the time I come back down," he said, going up the stairs. I sighed and picked up the boots resignedly. Everything was back to normal again.
To make it worse, it was Daemon I saw limping around that night, and he kept shooting evil looks at Cassie when he thought no one was looking. She herself was going around with an air of smugness that no minion should ever have, and I hoped Angelus noticed it soon.
He told me to stay at home with Drusilla, and took Darla out on his own. I flopped onto the settee and Drusilla looked at me with reproachful eyes.
"Daddy says you mustn't put your boots on the furniture."
I sighed and took my boots off, before returning to my former position. She stood exactly where she was, her expression not changing one bit. She looked quite sad.
"It's your fault Will."
"What is?"
"You say it's not but it is."
"What?!" I looked at her, confused.
"My Angel is always right you know."
"What are you on about Dru?" I said, frustrated. Why couldn't she speak normally for once instead of in those irritating riddles. She shrugged loosely and then lay down on the floor. She raised a hand into the air and giggled. I rolled my eyes, knowing she was about to start talking to the friggin stars again. I reached for Angelus' cigar box and took one.
Yes, everything was normal alright. Angelus was in a bad mood, Drusilla was talking to the stars, there was a minion walking round with a sore back, and I was yet again breaking one of my Sire's rules.
I grinned idiotically, taking another drag from the stolen cigar.
I didn't like this chapter much actually. Don't know if you did. Anyway I don't have a plot anymore so if you want me to continue it I need plot bunnies. I'm surprised it took nine chapters for me to kill the Watchers! I didn't expect that.
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