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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Oct. 4th, 2007 12:23 pm)Jilted
Fandom: Buffyverse, preseries
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angelus/William (one-sided?)
Disclaimer: Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, just don’t say you’re Joss Whedon.
He never used to be like this. He remembers days and nights where Ares would tempt him, bunch his fists by his sides and show him images of all he could have done. He hadn’t entertained the violent thoughts for long. He left his red anger with grey tears, and Mother was always there to sooth the burn away.
Without Mother, without inhibitions, William found himself a changed man. His anger was unchecked, his temper flared as often as the other “rooster in the henhouse.” At first, William thought it to be emulation. He thought he was seeking out the approval of his elder and thus his respect. It was the way of the wild creature, such as he was now, he understood.
It wasn’t that, thought. Even without Angelus’ presence, William found himself short with his Drusilla, and overly harsh to the people he once lived among. Soon, he reached the point of superiority. Soon, he stopped bothering to hide his temper. And soon, too, he heeded Ares’ advice and picked up a railroad spike.
He saw the pride in Angelus’ eyes as night and night again William would unleash all that he had held inside as a young man. He gave the pain and the torture as good as he had gotten when he wore his heart on his sleeve. Best of all, William laughed in their faces as they had done before his change. And Angelus would be there smiling.
Anger was his nature now, William understood. He was just like Angelus, free to release any and all emotion whenever the fancy struck. So, should he not gain that respect now? Should he not be loved and welcomed into his arms? As a mentor, as a father, as . . . something more? Angelus had told him of things, stories, promises, everything he wanted to do once William was a proper vampire, and not a sniveling little fool. It had been his incentive, all of those things, William realized. Only now, he wasn’t getting any of them. There was only silent smiles and nods. It was a promise broken.
William learned to love his weapon, and took out all frustrations on the stupid whining humans. If anger and passion was what Angelus wanted, it was anger and passion he would get. (William dreamt of the day where he would drive a spike right through the bastard’s heart.)
Fandom: Buffyverse, preseries
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angelus/William (one-sided?)
Disclaimer: Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, just don’t say you’re Joss Whedon.
He never used to be like this. He remembers days and nights where Ares would tempt him, bunch his fists by his sides and show him images of all he could have done. He hadn’t entertained the violent thoughts for long. He left his red anger with grey tears, and Mother was always there to sooth the burn away.
Without Mother, without inhibitions, William found himself a changed man. His anger was unchecked, his temper flared as often as the other “rooster in the henhouse.” At first, William thought it to be emulation. He thought he was seeking out the approval of his elder and thus his respect. It was the way of the wild creature, such as he was now, he understood.
It wasn’t that, thought. Even without Angelus’ presence, William found himself short with his Drusilla, and overly harsh to the people he once lived among. Soon, he reached the point of superiority. Soon, he stopped bothering to hide his temper. And soon, too, he heeded Ares’ advice and picked up a railroad spike.
He saw the pride in Angelus’ eyes as night and night again William would unleash all that he had held inside as a young man. He gave the pain and the torture as good as he had gotten when he wore his heart on his sleeve. Best of all, William laughed in their faces as they had done before his change. And Angelus would be there smiling.
Anger was his nature now, William understood. He was just like Angelus, free to release any and all emotion whenever the fancy struck. So, should he not gain that respect now? Should he not be loved and welcomed into his arms? As a mentor, as a father, as . . . something more? Angelus had told him of things, stories, promises, everything he wanted to do once William was a proper vampire, and not a sniveling little fool. It had been his incentive, all of those things, William realized. Only now, he wasn’t getting any of them. There was only silent smiles and nods. It was a promise broken.
William learned to love his weapon, and took out all frustrations on the stupid whining humans. If anger and passion was what Angelus wanted, it was anger and passion he would get. (William dreamt of the day where he would drive a spike right through the bastard’s heart.)
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