Xangel drabbel
Xander looked at the ground, it was cold and hard and stained with his blood. It was dark not red, blood is supposed to be red- not his blood, it was a dark red almost black. He gulped as he looked at it, a feeling welding up in his stomach as the pressure hit his sternum and suddenly it came out, making him bend over; the vomit hitting the ground with a smack.. not entirely covering the blood. It was just water with clear liquid from his inside and the feeling of emptiness that he had felt for the past three hours taking form in the vomit and the blood and everything that spilled from him, making proof that there was once something inside. Something he couldn’t reach anymore, couldn’t hold onto something that had left him here in the cold dirty as alley the rats skittered around him, avoiding the pungent smell to even them. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him and he didn’t expect the night to suddenly end. He didn’t expect him to come back for just one more punch one more kick in the gut. He didn’t expect to die tonight because he knew he would keep on breathing and the pain of it would continue. He had no hope for tonight or tomorrow, he had no hope, all the hope had gone in that one single orb in the cold dark eyes that told him he wasn’t loved anymore. In the fake smile and the cruel smirk and all the little lies that led to this one moment. Into the pure familiar eyes that led him to this alley in the leather pants that should have made him notice. In the hardness of the kiss and the way he savored his blood. In the first punch that made his eyes widen with shock and then every hit after that that he so gladly took hoping it would take his last breath. It didn’t and he sank down beside him as he whispered the cruelest lie. “I love you.” Tears hit the floor Xander could not control it as he heard Angelus walk away with utter certainty he was empty now.