"Oh, Wesley," There is so much to learn. Wiill all humans die like the woman you so grieve for?"
Falling down to her knees, he watches her crumble to the cold laboratory floor helplessly.
"We all do, some sooner than others," he answers wondering what came about of her question.
"Then, what will become of me when you are gone? Will you promise to take me with your when it is your time? I have no where to go. My kingdom is long dead."
She is frightened and unsure of herself. Stripped of her powers, possessing nothing, her blue eyes meets with his. Bending down to help her up, she tightens her arms around his neck He gently carries her in his arms, she leans her head on his shoulder.
" I never want to know the feeling of missing you in my life," she whispers into his ears.
"You must rest now." He carries her onto the bed. She lays in a fetal position turning her face away from him.
This once powerful goddess who has destroyed mankind for thousands of years lays motionless uncertain of what the future holds for her. Ilyria is like a glass house, so fragile, he is afraid to touch her for fear she will break into a million pieces. He sits beside her and gently strokes her long blue hair in silence. It was not too long ago that he detested this now helpless creature. Never in his wildest imagination would this scenario would have come into his mind.
"Tell me, Wesley, what is the point in this world for humans eventually die. Is it not a waste of their time here on earth?"
"Some do have a purpose here on earth. There are various reasons why we exist."
"And you exist because?" She asked.
"Because, I have things to do."
"Things to do? Being my teacher?"
"I-I suppose it is. For now anyway." He continued stroking her hair and stayed silent until she queried him again.
"What is this you are doing? It is very soothing, oh so comforting."
He stops suddenly not realizing his gesture towards her, gets off of the bed and walks away from her, he heads towards the door and closes it behind him. He leans on the door, clutching his chest as if taking hold of his heart.
Illyria sits upright, her eyes focused on the door confused of what had just happened.
"Human emotions will be very difficult for me to adjust," she tells herself. "This mortal being, Wesley, is hard to understand. I do not belong here. I do not understand his actions. I only bring him pain and sorrow. How am I to function in this world of his?"
She slowly gets out of bed, her back turned, suddenly she hears his voice.
"Illyria." He stood at the doorway wary of approaching her,
"Yes, Wesley?"
"Dance with me," he asked in his very british accent.. Illyria turns to see his hand held out to her.
"Wesley," her voice was soft, not the least bit surprised he came back into the room. Maybe she wished him to appear, she thought to herself.
"Illyria? Dance with me," he repeated.
"Dance?" She questions with a slight hesitation.
"Yes. Come. Take my hand," he instructed her.
"There is no music playing at this very moment."
"Lesson number one. I am the teacher and you are my pupil. Now, then. Take my hand."
She held his hand without saying a word and fell into his arms as he embraced her tighty, her arms twined around his neck. They took small steps swaying first to the left, then to the right. He felt her arms hug him tighter each time he held her closer. When their dance ended, he held her hand interlocking his fingers with hers and led her back to her bed. He quickly walked out the door.
What possessed him to do the unthinkable? What exactly was going through his mind? Dancing with a demon. If Angel, Gunn, Lorne and good lord, especially Spike, who'd have a mouthful of things to say saw him, he told himself, he would never hear the end of it.
She rushes to him and gently pulls his arms towards her. Touching his neck lightly, she runs her fingers slowly down as she rests her hand on his chest. Drawing her near into him, her breathing slowed as the palm of his hand touches her face in such a gentle manner that she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
He cupped his hands on her face, lowering his, he felt the warmth of her lips as he kissed her tenderly. As he pulled away, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt leaning into him.
"Hold me," she whispered resting her chin on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and embraced her tightly.
"Illyria, you take my breath away. You make me feel things inside of me I've never felt before."
"It scares me what I feel for you," she whispered.
"Shhhhh." He kissed her again as she relaxed in his arms. Kissing her once more with feeling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they danced swaying back and forth to a silent music only they could hear.
Sometimes your heart knows better than your brain what path you should take, if only you'd take a moment to listen.