A/N: This is the concluding post for this story. Finally.

~Charlynn~

The Price We Pay for Love - Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Trouble Sleeping

One Month Later...

If there was one thing Angel knew that he wasn't, it was a storyteller.

Okay, so there were many things he knew that he couldn't do - just about anything and everything that had to do with performance... bar starring as a circus freak, but even that would come with limitations given his status as ( Read more... )

A/N: The poem used in this chapter is "maggie and milly and molly and may" by E.E. Cummings.

Chapter Twenty-Five: It's All Over but the Crying

One Month Later...

“Knock, knock.”

Angel didn't understand why humans did that - physically knock with their hand while announcing their actions as well. It was redundant and simply made no sense. Of course, ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty-Four: Fragment

Several Weeks Later, August

For so many years, he had been a cliché. As an Irishman, Angel had been besotted by whiskey; as a soulless vampire, he lived for the blood, whether consumed or spilled for his pleasure and enjoyment. Yes, he had been infamous for his cruelty, but what other vampire of his time hadn't been ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty-Three: Run

He was pretty sure vampires couldn't have hangovers.

At the same time, though, he knew for a fact that vampires also didn't have souls, could never be loved by a slayer, and couldn't have children... but he experienced all three or, at least, had experienced all three at one point. He wasn't so sure anymore about Buffy's ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty-Two: O Holy Break of Day

He felt a piece of his soul die when he read the notice in the paper. It crashed, collapsed, and sputtered like a car running out of gas.

It wasn't so much that he was entirely fond of the woman personally, but he recognized her importance, her significance, and knew what it would do to the person he cared the ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty-One: A Real Hero

“Listen, you big poofter. If you're going to name the joint after yourself, you should at least be there to pull your weight... which is something I can attest to being no small matter. Bloody hell. If you're not careful, the rest of your body is someday going to catch up to the size of your forehead.”

Somewhere in the ( Read more... )