To Know Love
By: Saltygoodness
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue, please?
Summary: Illyria contemplates humans. Just a drabble I wanted to try for sometime now. The first Angel fic I ever wrote.
Rating: PG
Setting: Pre-Not Fade Away
Pairings: Mentions I/W
She does not understand them. Humans. They have no substantial purpose that unites them. They just drift around staggering through life until their human shells give out and their souls fade. They are miserable creatures. Back when she was a true god, she would lower herself to engage in any kind of confrontation with such meager mortals. They disgust her, yet she cannot help put be completely fascinated by them.
The way they continue to fight, even though the cause is completely hopeless, because it matters to them. How they try to out run such an inevitable entity as death, yet are astounded when it happens to one of their own. Don't they see that death is an inexorable happening for any earthly being? Are they incapable of grasping such a concept as mortality?
The way they lower themselves to be consumed by such a humiliatingly disgusting thing as love. Such a great thing as was she, that Illyria was above all emotions. Love was not a friend to her, nor she to it. So many times had she watched it devour a human to the point that which life became meaningless to them. She spit on the very thought of any creature uttering such a word.
Yet even after all the death, all the destruction, all the ravishment of the kill, Illyria was at a loss for words. She had become the embodiment of everything she had come to loathe. Trapped, in this vial human shell that is so fragile, yet so strong as to cage something so great as she within it's walls. To be reduced to something so revolting as having the appearance of a human. To be forced to converse with such repulsive banes of existence.
But that was not the most disturbing matter to Illyria. No being trapped in the guise of a human female was nothing compared to the realization of love. The love that filled her immortal soul, threatening to incinerate her insides, to extinguish all that once was.
No! She thinks. I've not known love, nor will it know the likes of something as great as I.
She thinks.Yet she almost cannot quell the smile that threatens to spread overher pale lips when Wesley walks into the room…
A/N: Please review. Although I miss Fred, Illyria has become one of my favorite characters. I wasn't too sure that I could write Illyria. How did I do?