AUTHOR: SCORCH (aka JUDI)
SUMMARY: Even heroes get scared sometimes.
POSTED: 18 Nov 2004
CONTENT/PAIRING: ANGEL-POV during BtVS Season 2
WARNINGS: None Listed
FICPIC CREDIT: N/A
AUTHOR NOTES: None
Merciless and harsh, my hand grips Xander’s neck just as fear crushes my still chest as I meet the chilling eyes of my Childe.
At my feet, the ruins of my safe haven lay scattered, shattered and crumbled.
In my ears, the song of a thousand screams sound out, the bestial voices all in tune.
Fuelling a lust, sharp fangs cut into my lips, my tongue tastes the sin undisguised by a soul. Filling my veins, the poison makes me crave, makes me want to damn myself forever more.
Disappearing into sweetness, haunting screams turn to whispers, tempting and luring what lies beneath my angelic facade.
Tainting artistic hands, a faded shade of red slices through, a mere blemish in my white-washed skin.
Before my eyes, nameless faces float, taunting memorials to what I once was and will always be.
The nightmare of a sleeping child, the enemy, the predator. A dead man who walks among the living, a myth. The bringer of death, the creator of immortality, the destroyer of good.
For so long, I ran and cowered, afraid of myself and of those around me. For decades I hid, afraid for myself and for those around me.
The shadows became a home, sheltering and secure, my past not forgotten but far behind.
Stripped away and leaving me raw, that safety has gone.
As I face my Childe, I face my past and the nightmare I am.
Death stares me down, a relentless gaze unwilling to let me go, refusing to let me rest.
Drawing unneeded breaths, my Childe licks his tainted lips and smiles.
Pushing hard at my heart, fear tightens it’s grip and I want to run.