"Dark Angel" and "Angel the Series" drabbles

[tigriswolf]

Title: Am I
Fandom: "Dark Angel"
Disclaimer: I did not create Alec, Max, or my darling Ben. Someone else, far richer and more creative than I, has that pleasure.
Warnings: spoilers for "Hello, Goodbye"
Pairings: gen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Notes: Originally posted under another ID, so please don’t accuse me of stealing my own work. 

 

What am I to you? he asks with every look, every almost-touch. What am I to you? Am I the memory of a time you’d prefer didn’t happen? Am I a mirror where you see all of your faults laid bare? Am I an accusation, never spoken but always there?

He never vocally asks, because he knows there’s no point. Even if she heard the question she wouldn’t answer.

Am I the reflection of his eyes as you killed him? Is that why you can’t stand me?

He stands on the periphery, watching, and never speaks. She wouldn't answer anyway.

Title: Pretty Little Moths
Fandom: “Angel”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season two
Pairings: Angel/Darla, implied Angel/Lindsey
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third

She isn’t surprised to learn that the eager lawyer lusts after Angel—her darling boy always did call to the pretty ones. Her, Dru, William, even that girl-child Slayer. Like vampires to a bloodbath, like fragile little insects to a roaring fire, his face seduces: the greatest seduction.

She remembers the first time she saw him, her darling boy—out drunk, carousing, looking for a good time to spite his father. And oh, she gave him that, plus much more. She gave him an eternity of blood.

And this lawyer, he’s just the next in a long, never-ending line.

Lost.

Title: it comes undone
Fandom: “Angel”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Trip Around The Sun” by Jimmy Buffet and Martina McBride.
Warnings: spoilers for season two
Parings: Angelus/Darla, Lindsey/Darla
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third

He is gentle in bed, her pretty little lawyer. She hadn’t expected that, though she enjoys it, far more than she’d thought. Angelus was always violent, possessive, passionate. He took pleasure where he would, not always caring if his partner felt pleasure, as well.

But her pretty little lawyer, oh, he is so sweet to her. Makes sure she feeds, has beautiful clothes and jewelry, has books and operas. He isn’t endless smooth muscle and bloodbaths, but instead a whiskey-silk voice crooning her to sleep and whisperslick hands on her body, worshipping her as something beyond measure, something he’s waited forever for.

Angelus prowled like a giant cat, never still. But her pretty little lawyer, he can sit for hours, contemplating a life he never tells her about, things he doesn’t name. He is coiled tension, waiting for release, and she cannot give it to him.

And after she fails to bring back Angelus, after all her wiles and charms fall flat, after she watches the light in her pretty little lawyer’s eyes dimming, she knows she cannot stay anymore.

She is a vampire, evil and amoral, one of the worst. She has killed many, tortured more, left behind families and dust. She has no regret, no mercy. And yet… she is not the creature she was, before Angel staked her for that Slayer. She is not the woman she was before the Master took her. She is not the woman she was, that mixture of both, before Drusilla drank of her. She is someone new, someone different—and she cares for him, her pretty little lawyer. Cares for him too much to stay.

She will not destroy another man. And if she remains with her pretty little lawyer, she will turn him, leach that light forever.

So she goes.

 

Comments

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much! Lindsey's my favorite WhedonVerse character.