Fangel Drabble - 018 Black
As if I didn't post enough for today, I have another Fangel drabble.
Title: Blood and Tears
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel
Characters: Faith Lehane and Angel
Prompt: 018 - Black
Word Count: 1004
Rating: R
Summary: Set during late season 2 of Angel. Faith lives with Angel during his dark stage.
Author's Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge.
Little Damn Table
Faith strode into the silent lobby of the hotel. Everything seemed so quiet with the rest of the gang gone. She missed Wesley, Gunn, and even Cordelia. She missed the calm comfort of living with people who still have their sanity. But she was here for him, she had to be. That’s why she had tried to stop them. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out so well. “Angel? You here?”
Angel begrudgingly left his office to talk to Faith. He felt bad; she had come here for a safe place to stay after her release… but he wasn’t exactly fit to be taking care of anyone at the moment. As he entered the lobby, he opened his mouth to speak but was hit with the shock of Faith’s appearance. She was covered in cuts and bruises and her clothes had turned a deep crimson from the blood stains. “Wh-what happened to you?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Got in a fight. I’m gonna go take a shower and change into something a little less… bloody.” She glanced down at her ruined clothes and made a disgusted face.
“No, you’re not.” Angel’s voice was firm and emotionless, but Faith was pretty accustomed to that by now.
“Angel, I know you love blood and all, but I’m not a vampire, so this look is a bit gross for me.”
“Who did this to you?” He scanned over her body. She had never been beaten up this badly before.
“Vamps. You know how it is out there.” She paused for a second before correcting herself. “Oh, wait that’s right, you don’t.”
He knew she was deliberately trying to hurt him, but he ignored the blow. “Faith. I know you. No ordinary vampires could have done this to you.”
She groaned inwardly, he knew her too well. “Maybe I’m just getting sloppy. It’s not like I have any help.”
“I’m serious!” His temper was rising, but he wasn’t in the mood to play her games. He needed to kill whoever dared to hurt her, because she was all he had left… even though he’d never admit it.
Faith took in a deep breath. She braced herself for his reaction. “I tried to kill Darla and Drusilla.”
Before Faith could blink, Angel was standing in front of her with a firm grip on her upper arms. “What the hell were you thinking?”
She yanked her arms out of his vice grip. “I was trying to help you! I figured I could get rid of them.”
“I am so tired of your sanctimonious slayer crap, Faith! You could’ve been killed.” His chest heaved with unnecessary breath as he tried knocking some sense into her.
“Well someone had to do something! You clearly aren’t! All you do is lock yourself in your room obsessing over them. You pushed away everyone who cares about you!”
“Yet here you are. Is this your way of caring? Giving them an open chance to take you away from me?” He hadn’t meant to sound so vulnerable, but it was the truth.
“I did this because I care. That’s why I stay here! You’re the only one who has always been there for me. You’ve saved me time and time again, so now it’s my turn to save you.” The hot sting of tears filled her eyes as she spoke. She quickly blinked them back, hoping Angel hadn’t noticed.
“I don’t need you to save me.”
“Like hell you don’t. If I hadn’t shown up when I did, who knows what you would’ve done? Screw Darla, lose your soul, end up a big pile of ashes?” It pissed her off to even think about it.
Through clenched teeth he mumbled, “I wouldn’t do that.”
Faith scoffed and moved closer to him. “I won’t let that happen. Whether you like it or not, I’m not gonna leave you.”
He pulled her body thrush to his and kissed her roughly. They could taste the salt of tears on their lips, but neither knew whose tears were whose. It wasn’t a loving kiss, it was pure need. He needed someone to care. She just needed the safety of being in his arms.
As he pulled off her clothes he carefully examined all her wounds. She lifted his face and stared into his concern filled eyes. She whispered that everything would be okay, even though they both knew it was a lie.
He laid her softly against the bed and kissed her deeply again. She tugged on the hem of his shirt while he kicked off his pants. He lifted the shirt over his head and bent back down to kiss her again. Returning to his gentle movements, he kissed every part of her body and her face, licking off blood and tears with each stroke.
It hurt to be here, they both hurt so much. But in the world of gray confusion that engulfed their lives, they should be allowed one night to themselves. He slid inside her with ease, both bodies comfortably accepting the feeling. The moved together as one, riding out the waves together. The tears continued to fall down Faith’s face and mingle with the blood. She knew it was only tonight, but maybe, just maybe it would become something more. She was only kidding herself.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, feeling content in the silence for once. Faith finally tried to speak. “Angel?”
There was no answer. He pulled out of her embrace and slid on his clothes, keeping his back turned to the beautiful girl in his bed. It meant nothing. At least that’s what he wanted to believe. He’d let her down. Just like he let everyone down.
Faith watched as he slipped out of the room. It didn’t mean anything. It’s what she had to tell herself. She couldn’t save him. She couldn’t save anyone.
She got out of bed and stared down at the sheets. Blood and tears. That was all that was left. Slowly her gray colored world slipped into black.
Title: Blood and Tears
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel
Characters: Faith Lehane and Angel
Prompt: 018 - Black
Word Count: 1004
Rating: R
Summary: Set during late season 2 of Angel. Faith lives with Angel during his dark stage.
Author's Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge.
Little Damn Table
Faith strode into the silent lobby of the hotel. Everything seemed so quiet with the rest of the gang gone. She missed Wesley, Gunn, and even Cordelia. She missed the calm comfort of living with people who still have their sanity. But she was here for him, she had to be. That’s why she had tried to stop them. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out so well. “Angel? You here?”
Angel begrudgingly left his office to talk to Faith. He felt bad; she had come here for a safe place to stay after her release… but he wasn’t exactly fit to be taking care of anyone at the moment. As he entered the lobby, he opened his mouth to speak but was hit with the shock of Faith’s appearance. She was covered in cuts and bruises and her clothes had turned a deep crimson from the blood stains. “Wh-what happened to you?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Got in a fight. I’m gonna go take a shower and change into something a little less… bloody.” She glanced down at her ruined clothes and made a disgusted face.
“No, you’re not.” Angel’s voice was firm and emotionless, but Faith was pretty accustomed to that by now.
“Angel, I know you love blood and all, but I’m not a vampire, so this look is a bit gross for me.”
“Who did this to you?” He scanned over her body. She had never been beaten up this badly before.
“Vamps. You know how it is out there.” She paused for a second before correcting herself. “Oh, wait that’s right, you don’t.”
He knew she was deliberately trying to hurt him, but he ignored the blow. “Faith. I know you. No ordinary vampires could have done this to you.”
She groaned inwardly, he knew her too well. “Maybe I’m just getting sloppy. It’s not like I have any help.”
“I’m serious!” His temper was rising, but he wasn’t in the mood to play her games. He needed to kill whoever dared to hurt her, because she was all he had left… even though he’d never admit it.
Faith took in a deep breath. She braced herself for his reaction. “I tried to kill Darla and Drusilla.”
Before Faith could blink, Angel was standing in front of her with a firm grip on her upper arms. “What the hell were you thinking?”
She yanked her arms out of his vice grip. “I was trying to help you! I figured I could get rid of them.”
“I am so tired of your sanctimonious slayer crap, Faith! You could’ve been killed.” His chest heaved with unnecessary breath as he tried knocking some sense into her.
“Well someone had to do something! You clearly aren’t! All you do is lock yourself in your room obsessing over them. You pushed away everyone who cares about you!”
“Yet here you are. Is this your way of caring? Giving them an open chance to take you away from me?” He hadn’t meant to sound so vulnerable, but it was the truth.
“I did this because I care. That’s why I stay here! You’re the only one who has always been there for me. You’ve saved me time and time again, so now it’s my turn to save you.” The hot sting of tears filled her eyes as she spoke. She quickly blinked them back, hoping Angel hadn’t noticed.
“I don’t need you to save me.”
“Like hell you don’t. If I hadn’t shown up when I did, who knows what you would’ve done? Screw Darla, lose your soul, end up a big pile of ashes?” It pissed her off to even think about it.
Through clenched teeth he mumbled, “I wouldn’t do that.”
Faith scoffed and moved closer to him. “I won’t let that happen. Whether you like it or not, I’m not gonna leave you.”
He pulled her body thrush to his and kissed her roughly. They could taste the salt of tears on their lips, but neither knew whose tears were whose. It wasn’t a loving kiss, it was pure need. He needed someone to care. She just needed the safety of being in his arms.
As he pulled off her clothes he carefully examined all her wounds. She lifted his face and stared into his concern filled eyes. She whispered that everything would be okay, even though they both knew it was a lie.
He laid her softly against the bed and kissed her deeply again. She tugged on the hem of his shirt while he kicked off his pants. He lifted the shirt over his head and bent back down to kiss her again. Returning to his gentle movements, he kissed every part of her body and her face, licking off blood and tears with each stroke.
It hurt to be here, they both hurt so much. But in the world of gray confusion that engulfed their lives, they should be allowed one night to themselves. He slid inside her with ease, both bodies comfortably accepting the feeling. The moved together as one, riding out the waves together. The tears continued to fall down Faith’s face and mingle with the blood. She knew it was only tonight, but maybe, just maybe it would become something more. She was only kidding herself.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, feeling content in the silence for once. Faith finally tried to speak. “Angel?”
There was no answer. He pulled out of her embrace and slid on his clothes, keeping his back turned to the beautiful girl in his bed. It meant nothing. At least that’s what he wanted to believe. He’d let her down. Just like he let everyone down.
Faith watched as he slipped out of the room. It didn’t mean anything. It’s what she had to tell herself. She couldn’t save him. She couldn’t save anyone.
She got out of bed and stared down at the sheets. Blood and tears. That was all that was left. Slowly her gray colored world slipped into black.