only posting because Alex said I should
and so Alex says write an essay
and then I do
and then I say wanna know what would be wicked...............
notes: wrote in like maybe an hour, if that, because Alex said more
so it's rough as heck
She was his one true weakness. The one person who he would go into the pits of Hell smiling for and beg to do it again and again. Watching her die was the worst moments of his life. Being forced by the false face of his best friend to view her rising was the second.
She was beautiful. Red lips, evil smile. And that body.
Serve her on a platter and let him wallow in the grayness of his heart.
Angelus teased him with her for weeks. Not allowing his lover to touch. It almost killed him.
He wasn't sure of the true reason. They didn't love each other. Or rather, they did but they couldn't even admit it to themselves.
Now of course she had an excuse not to love him. The lack of a soul, which was honestly not that big of a difference from her former self.
She seemed to delight in the teasing. Moving close, whispering promises of devilish delights. Little taunts of what could be. And he longed for them.
Longed for the forbidden. That's what they had always been. Forbidden. Dangerous.
The only difference was now he was willing to admit he loved a devil.
From that love he vowed to save the unsavagable.
During the day light hours he escaped to parks with tomes to research. To seek. Something had to be in the words he devoured on a daily basis.
Each night he watched in silence as the ritual became a pattern of pain and pleasure. He longed her her touch. Feared that he would bend his head, become hers. Therefore becoming his in the process.
In the moments between the two he would fight inner wars with himself.
There is always a price with changing fate.
His books proved as he knew in truth useless. Had there been an answer then Angelus wouldn't be on the loose, taking away the one he needed to complete him. No Lilah's sire would be locked and chained wasting away somewhere in the nether world as his friend walked the night saving the innocents.
Saving anyone that didn't resemble Lilah.
Because God knew, she wasn't innocent.
Truth was, had he been honest with himself she was where she should be. Souless, infested with a demon.
Did a soul even sail away as her last breathe escaped her?
To save a devil, one must plead with another.
Which was why he visited with the one person he hated more than Angelus.
Lindsey.
Her former lover. The one that when they had fought, she would throw around. How he was such a fantastic lover.
God, he hated the man.
And he was in a bar begging for answers to questions best left unasked.
There is always a price with changing fate.
Watching the smirks appear in the guise of comradeness tore at him like a knife. The fact that he rather be asking Lilah if he could dust her friend ran through his head.
And yet, he knew that despite their mutual hatred, he was the only chance of saving her.
Of preserving a bit of hope for a future.
Giving a devil a soul.
Quietly they searched for answers. Hating that they had to speak to one another let alone work on a task together. Asking the secret pages for a spell, an enchantment. For anything.
And they found it.
Well Lindsey did. Printed it out on thick beige Wolfham and Hart paper.
Everything except for the fine print. Which of course had to be there. Nothing was ever simple when it had to do with evil.
There is always a price with changing fate.
Candles were purchased. Bits of spice, unheard of tablespoons of mythical qualities that could be obtained from EBay. Only in America.
He rushed about as the dusk set, arranging, rearranging. He had to be perfect. Couldn't fail. His heart depended on it.
As the light faded from the sky his voice began to utter the sacred chants that would give Lilah what was needed to complete her. A soul. Something unseen and yet so tangible for a place among the angels.
Total concentration for the task at hand. Not one word uttered wrong.
Wisps of smoke carried themselves to her. Changing her. Encasing good into the vessel of death and destruction.
Sobs broke out as Angelus raced towards him. A warrior ready for battle. To stop the insanity.
Until Wesley Wyndam-Pryce looked up at him, eyes blue as ice. Smiling evilly.
A price.
One soul for another.
That simple piece of fine print removed from the spell.
As his soul settled into the form of his former lover Wesley bent his neck.
Death was peaceful.
Rebirth was pleasure.
Lilah wept.
and then I do
and then I say wanna know what would be wicked...............
notes: wrote in like maybe an hour, if that, because Alex said more
so it's rough as heck
She was his one true weakness. The one person who he would go into the pits of Hell smiling for and beg to do it again and again. Watching her die was the worst moments of his life. Being forced by the false face of his best friend to view her rising was the second.
She was beautiful. Red lips, evil smile. And that body.
Serve her on a platter and let him wallow in the grayness of his heart.
Angelus teased him with her for weeks. Not allowing his lover to touch. It almost killed him.
He wasn't sure of the true reason. They didn't love each other. Or rather, they did but they couldn't even admit it to themselves.
Now of course she had an excuse not to love him. The lack of a soul, which was honestly not that big of a difference from her former self.
She seemed to delight in the teasing. Moving close, whispering promises of devilish delights. Little taunts of what could be. And he longed for them.
Longed for the forbidden. That's what they had always been. Forbidden. Dangerous.
The only difference was now he was willing to admit he loved a devil.
From that love he vowed to save the unsavagable.
During the day light hours he escaped to parks with tomes to research. To seek. Something had to be in the words he devoured on a daily basis.
Each night he watched in silence as the ritual became a pattern of pain and pleasure. He longed her her touch. Feared that he would bend his head, become hers. Therefore becoming his in the process.
In the moments between the two he would fight inner wars with himself.
There is always a price with changing fate.
His books proved as he knew in truth useless. Had there been an answer then Angelus wouldn't be on the loose, taking away the one he needed to complete him. No Lilah's sire would be locked and chained wasting away somewhere in the nether world as his friend walked the night saving the innocents.
Saving anyone that didn't resemble Lilah.
Because God knew, she wasn't innocent.
Truth was, had he been honest with himself she was where she should be. Souless, infested with a demon.
Did a soul even sail away as her last breathe escaped her?
To save a devil, one must plead with another.
Which was why he visited with the one person he hated more than Angelus.
Lindsey.
Her former lover. The one that when they had fought, she would throw around. How he was such a fantastic lover.
God, he hated the man.
And he was in a bar begging for answers to questions best left unasked.
There is always a price with changing fate.
Watching the smirks appear in the guise of comradeness tore at him like a knife. The fact that he rather be asking Lilah if he could dust her friend ran through his head.
And yet, he knew that despite their mutual hatred, he was the only chance of saving her.
Of preserving a bit of hope for a future.
Giving a devil a soul.
Quietly they searched for answers. Hating that they had to speak to one another let alone work on a task together. Asking the secret pages for a spell, an enchantment. For anything.
And they found it.
Well Lindsey did. Printed it out on thick beige Wolfham and Hart paper.
Everything except for the fine print. Which of course had to be there. Nothing was ever simple when it had to do with evil.
There is always a price with changing fate.
Candles were purchased. Bits of spice, unheard of tablespoons of mythical qualities that could be obtained from EBay. Only in America.
He rushed about as the dusk set, arranging, rearranging. He had to be perfect. Couldn't fail. His heart depended on it.
As the light faded from the sky his voice began to utter the sacred chants that would give Lilah what was needed to complete her. A soul. Something unseen and yet so tangible for a place among the angels.
Total concentration for the task at hand. Not one word uttered wrong.
Wisps of smoke carried themselves to her. Changing her. Encasing good into the vessel of death and destruction.
Sobs broke out as Angelus raced towards him. A warrior ready for battle. To stop the insanity.
Until Wesley Wyndam-Pryce looked up at him, eyes blue as ice. Smiling evilly.
A price.
One soul for another.
That simple piece of fine print removed from the spell.
As his soul settled into the form of his former lover Wesley bent his neck.
Death was peaceful.
Rebirth was pleasure.
Lilah wept.