1878. Romania.
"Well well well, what have we got here? Burying the dead? No wonder that
there haven't been any reported dead bodies for a while." Angelus purred in
her ear as Elle finished her prayer.
She stiffened. She didn't want to hurt him but she didn't want to die
either. She turned around and looked at Angelus.
"I. I. I. I don't..umm." she stammered.
"Naughty naughty girl. Thought that you liked all this bloodshed?"
She stood tall. "I did. But that was then. This is now. I still love a good
kill but I feel so. like. ashamed and guilty. I can't help this feeling.'
She turned away 'I have a confession Angelus. I have a soul. And there is no
way to rid me of it." She whispered the last bit.
Angelus was shocked. Then he grinned. "What lies you speak my love. Do you
really think that I would fall for something like that?" he grabbed her and
spun her around.
When he looked deep into her eyes he got the biggest shock of his life. She
was telling the truth. She did have a soul!
"B...But how?" he stammered.
She let loose the tears that she had held in since she got her soul. "I
don't know. I don't know. And right now I don't care. Please hold me. Just
hold me." She sobbed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He looked a bit stunned at first. But his love for her soon over came any
fear and disgust that he felt.
"Shh. Love. It's ok. It's gonna be ok."
They held each other for hat seemed like forever.
They broke apart and looked in each other's eyes. Then, ever so slowly,
Angelus lowered his lips to hers. They proceeded to make love for what
seemed like hours. They had only just managed to beat the sun back to their lair.