Challenge 41 - Supernatural
Title - Dark Magic
Fandom - Angel
Pairing - Kate/Lilah
Rating - I don’t know, around an M over here but probably still a PG13 in other parts
An - Set after the Shroud of Rahmon and I don’t really know where this came from and that does kind of bother me but I do know that I have always been obsessed with the fact that they never really addressed that Angel fed on Kate. Oh and it’s 200 words.
They have nothing in common except him, the fact that they both hate him and yet want him. They envy the other the moments that they have had with him, dark and disturbed as they have been. They represent polar opposites, they should be mortal enemies, but they don’t repel, they cling, drawn together by the mutual knowledge that they will never really have him. Tonight the other is pale and wane and she has never hated or wanted her more. Her tongue traces the mark left by his phantom kiss but when she bites the skin blood doesn’t flow, she can’t let him have something that she doesn’t and she finds that the puncture site from the recent transfusion is forgiving and pliable, warm copper fills her mouth as she puts pressure on the area, she hates the taste and that the blonde doesn’t squirm in ecstasy like she is sure she did for him but still she feeds. She will never know what it is like to feel his eternal embrace nor does she have the ability to give one but at least she knows that for her, the detective bleeds willingly, and that in itself is power.
Fandom - Angel
Pairing - Kate/Lilah
Rating - I don’t know, around an M over here but probably still a PG13 in other parts
An - Set after the Shroud of Rahmon and I don’t really know where this came from and that does kind of bother me but I do know that I have always been obsessed with the fact that they never really addressed that Angel fed on Kate. Oh and it’s 200 words.
They have nothing in common except him, the fact that they both hate him and yet want him. They envy the other the moments that they have had with him, dark and disturbed as they have been. They represent polar opposites, they should be mortal enemies, but they don’t repel, they cling, drawn together by the mutual knowledge that they will never really have him. Tonight the other is pale and wane and she has never hated or wanted her more. Her tongue traces the mark left by his phantom kiss but when she bites the skin blood doesn’t flow, she can’t let him have something that she doesn’t and she finds that the puncture site from the recent transfusion is forgiving and pliable, warm copper fills her mouth as she puts pressure on the area, she hates the taste and that the blonde doesn’t squirm in ecstasy like she is sure she did for him but still she feeds. She will never know what it is like to feel his eternal embrace nor does she have the ability to give one but at least she knows that for her, the detective bleeds willingly, and that in itself is power.