TITLE: No evil angel but love
RATING: R
PAIRING: Wesley/Angel
NOTES: 400 words. Set AU early Season 3. Written for the prompt: "The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil Angel but Love" from "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
She’s not dead. Though if Fred was conscious, she’d probably ask him to kill her. He’s not even sure he’d be able to do it. Another failure then, to add to the ever-growing list.
One of which was allowing this to happen. If he’d been stronger, he’d have staked him the moment they realized he’d turned. But he’d been weak, helpless against feelings that he’d hidden for so long.
It had been difficult, but he’d persuaded the others to wait; to let him contact Willow; find a way to re-soul him. Gunn was hardest to convince, and the first to die.
Once he escaped, it became clear they’d underestimated him. His ingenuity. His flare for depravity. The sheer delight he took in playing cat and mouse with them.
The chains around his body bite into his flesh, binding Fred against him in a grotesque parody of intimacy. The wound has stopped bleeding; the two holes stark against the pale hollow of her neck. He’d left her this way just to taunt him.
“Didn’t you always want to? She’s just as soft and warm and sweet as you imagine she’ll be.”
He closes his eyes, can’t bear to look upon her. There’s a soft laugh from the doorway, a horrible distortion of that familiar, gentle sound.
“I thought you’d have taken her by now.”
He moves with an easy grace; settles himself on the opposite edge of the bed and reaches over her to place a cool palm against his cheek.
“Such nobility. Such heroism. Such a pity you couldn’t save her from the monsters this time.”
He tries to clear his throat; succeeds only in groaning at the burning thirst. The hand pets him lightly, a gentle admonishment.
“Come on, you know you want to.” He grins broadly, his eyes flickering to gold. “Surely you don’t need me to show you what to do?”
Wesley bites into Fred’s neck again, keeping his eyes fixed on Angel. He feeds slowly, then leans over and kisses him. There’s the sudden sharp prick of fangs, then the rich sweetness of Fred’s blood in his mouth. Angel can’t prevent himself from swallowing reflexively.
And just as suddenly Wesley’s mouth is gone.
“See, I knew you were hungry.” He gives him the eureka smile.
“I’ll let you finish up.” Wesley runs his tongue over his fangs and winks conspiratorially. “Who knew Cordelia would be so filling?”
February 22 2006, 00:34:56 UTC 6 years ago
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February 22 2006, 01:01:44 UTC 6 years ago
Oh yes, evil evil vampire Wesley. I am quite happy to admire him muchly from a distance. *sighs* Sad and chilling how all his human quirks are twisted by his turning. Bravo!
February 23 2006, 23:51:02 UTC 6 years ago
February 22 2006, 01:21:59 UTC 6 years ago
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February 22 2006, 02:10:01 UTC 6 years ago
He gives him the eureka smile.
Lovely.
February 23 2006, 23:53:58 UTC 6 years ago
February 22 2006, 02:36:54 UTC 6 years ago
Need I add my voice to the throng?
Excellent!February 23 2006, 23:54:20 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Need I add my voice to the throng?
Thank you!February 22 2006, 02:40:24 UTC 6 years ago
Loved the zig in the story.
February 23 2006, 23:55:50 UTC 6 years ago
6 years ago
February 22 2006, 05:40:50 UTC 6 years ago
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February 22 2006, 05:46:33 UTC 6 years ago
*Worships you deeply, and brings offerings of chocolate for the Dark!Goddess!of the Wes....*
February 23 2006, 23:57:52 UTC 6 years ago
February 22 2006, 06:19:33 UTC 6 years ago
Sigh, wibble.
February 23 2006, 23:58:42 UTC 6 years ago
February 22 2006, 06:30:05 UTC 6 years ago
*meeps and hides under the covers until vamp!Wes is good again*
February 23 2006, 23:59:34 UTC 6 years ago
*sends Vamp!Wes under the covers to bite you*
Thanks!
February 22 2006, 08:14:49 UTC 6 years ago
He tries to clear his throat; succeeds only in groaning at the burning thirst. That bloodlust...and poor Fred right there so close...
If he’d been stronger, he’d have staked him the moment they realized he’d turned. But he’d been weak, helpless against feelings that he’d hidden for so long.
*sniff* Oh... The poor boys. Now I want to know how Wes got turned.
February 24 2006, 00:01:11 UTC 6 years ago
I've an idea how he got turned, but I'm not sure if I'll write it.
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