Be Blue
I made my way through the hallways of Wolfram & Hart and came to what almost looked like Angel's old office, only it was different. This must be Eve's office. I started to look around, trying to find something that would explain what had happened to L.A. Everything here was well organized. There was and intersting looking object on the wall, a
( Read more... )
Mortals bruise so easily. This one, however, seemed to be recovering rapidly. And if she was in any pain, she wasn't showing it. We left Wolfram & Hart and I felt a surge of relief, a new emotion. I frowned. It disturbed me that I had been made to feel emotions.
As we walked, Buffy said that she and her friends were staying at a Hotel here in L.A., "...the Hyatt Regional..." As soon as she said that, I informed her that Wolfram & Hart knew of their whereabouts, that I had seen it while looking through Eve's office. I told her that they would not be safe there.
She gave me a questioning look as if asking me what I had been doing at Wolfram & Hart. I could tell she did not trust me, and that the only thing that kept her was the fact that she too wanted to find Angel. I presumed this much, and I knew I had to explain to her everything that had happened. I had to explain the events that lead us to this moment.
I let out a sigh. She really knew nothing of what had happened. I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about those final moments two years ago. Wesley... As we walked towards the Hotel, I began to explain to her the events of that fateful night. I told her only what she needed to know.
I told her how Angel had planned to bring down Wolfram & Hart. I told her how we all had a specific tactical task to perform in those final moments, Spike, Gunn, Angel, myself and......Wesley. I informed her of Wesley's death, and how Gunn had been seriously wounded, and went down early in the final battle.
And finally, I told her how we defeated Wolfram & Hart's army and ended up in that hellish dimension of which I alone was able to escape. I also told her about the boy who had attacked me earlier, and how Cordelia Chase had appeared. She was flabbergasted. I knew she still had many questions...questions about me in particular.
We walked on. The night was still young and I could feel the night air caressing the shell's delicate skin, I stopped and inhaled deeply. Suddenly in the silence I felt a great sadness. I thought of Wesley in those final moments...
“Would you like me to lie to you now?”
“Yes...Thank you. Yes...Hello there.”
“Oh, Wesley. My Wesley.”
“Fred. I've missed you.”
“It's gonna be OK. It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am. We'll be together.”
“I-I love you.”
“I love you. My love. Oh, my love.”
Human grief. Human suffering. I felt all those things. Two years. I looked over at Buffy, and I could see the same expression of sadness and grief on her face...
Reply
Leave a comment