DISCLAIMER: None of the characters are mine but if you take my story I will "beat you to death with a shovel!-a vague disclaimer is nobody's friend."
Quote by Willow Rosenberg, placement by Quinni.
Summary: Five women's thoughts on 'tall, dark and forehead', set during different points of the shows Angel and Buffy. Try and figure out whose thoughts fit where.
My Angel
Darla
His beautiful face; it attracted me the second I saw it. I knew that with my help, one day that face would mask a soulless demon.
My heart doesn't beat but I am capable of love. I once thought Angelus was too. How wrong I was. The pain and treachery of my years with Angelus were like drugs, an addiction drawing me back to him time and again. Even with a disgusting soul I was compelled to stay with him, even if I could only glimpse the demon I loved so every so often. But still he could not love me. Years later I know. Angel was always capable of love. He just never thought me worthy of it. But he is still mine. My Angel. We can't help who we love, after all.
Drusilla
His being filled with wrong and confusion, writhing, writhing, writhing in it all. I see him now, my Angel, dancing with her like cheese. She is in his heart, but he sees the darkness in their time. Soon she will weep and he will drive, drive, drive, far from here. His hands, his mouth, his head, took them all away, all my pretty family. And then his pretty mouth, and hands, and head, and heart, they turned. Decided little old me and Spike and his Darling weren't his friends anymore. He wanted to save the other children. Touched by light, and smiles all gone. Fun Angelus all serious. We do not approve.
Cordelia
It's so hard for me to grasp what Angel is. Light and dark, good and bad, old and young. So morbid and yet so...full of love. He went through hell for Buffy, literally, and now he seems to have done the whole 'if you love them set them free' thing. I so don't get that. If I loved someone I'd want them for myself. But I guess that's Angel for you, addicted to anguish and torment. If only they had a patch for that. But knowing Angel, he'd rather quit cold turkey. I wonder if he'll ever get sick of playing the hero.
Kate
Soul or no Angel is dark. So dark I can't even comprehend where the monster begins and his soul ends. I feel...drawn to him. It's stupid really but I feel like even if he is dark, one day he'll be what saves me, what pulls me back from over the edge. The pain inside me, I guess I see that in him too, except his is almost self inflicted. Mine...mine comes from somewhere else. I guess that gives me a sort of peace, something Angel won't ever have. My life would be so much simpler without him in it. But I guess that's why he's here. To make things complicated.
Buffy
Our relationship was always doomed, I guess I knew that. But he was just so incredible, somehow I couldn't let go, wouldn't let go. Even after he's gone, I need him. I tried so hard in LA not to miss his hands on my face, his gentle stares and his silent company on Patrol. Even when I am with Riley, every time I close my eyes Angel is the one holding me, talking softly, and kissing me. He's like a stain on my heart, something I can't escape, can't figure out. I love him-loved him- more than anything, and he loved me, but I have still never seen the depth of his darkness, the scars on his heart. He was my mystery, my stranger, my Angel.