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There Once Was This Man Called Wesley
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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Wesley
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,009
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Im the only survivor of this land
For some reason, this is giving me a problem. Hopefully, you will see the COMPLETE chapter and not just five lines.. Here it goes..
Fingers crossed..
Synopsis: After the battle, what happened to the rest of the gang. A twist to it. I'm evil .. sorry in advance.
Notes: To Myself I Turned by Lacuna Coil Lyric used.
Warnings: Violence, Character Death(s), Sad (very) A Twist to this.. Language.
Disclaimer: Don't have no doe. Own nothing worth suing over. No harm toward Lacuna Coil for use of their lyrics.
Enough said!
Review Please. Am i doing this right... I need to know. Should I continue??
~~Now Chapter Two~~
.... Angel....
I open my eyes. Aching all over, I slowly pick myself off of the cold concrete ground. I wipe at my eyes. Blood from my head wound has flowed, blocking my sight.
I sigh as I look around.
I am surrounded by dead souls.
//As you see I'm the only survivor in this land//
I walk through this bloody alley. Not that long ago a fierce battle took place. Thousands of demons against just a few of us.
Now it's nothing more then a graveyard. For all I can see is limbs belonging to evil, and as I see closer.... good, also.
Gunn.
Eyes wide. No fear of dying in those brown orbs.
He died with honor. Fought until his last breathe.
He was a good friend. I am goinna miss him.
I look around to see if by any miracle the others survived. I had faith in Illyria's survival.
She was one mean fighter.
But sadly, I soon find a speck of blue.
Illyria.
Damn! She didn't make it either.
I lower my head.
I've lost them.
//This nature of time and space
Makes me sick of the situation//
I am alone.
Again.
I lose myself in the smell. The smell of blood. The gore of the situation. Until I finally come to my senses.
I can hear a faint groan, not far from here.
"SPIKE!?" I scream. Happy that at least one is still with me.
The groan soon turns to whimpers. I rush over to find something I never ever expected.
Spike is alive.....
Literary.
His heart is beating.
His skin is warm.
He has breathe.
And he is bleeding profusely from the gash in his stomach.
"Fuck!" Angel says to no one in particular.
"Your not kidding here," A very human Spike weakly states.
Angel, trying to stop the flow of blood, presses down on Spikes stomach.
"Oh buggers!!" He cries out. "It would figure those bastards pick now to revert me back to my
human self. Couldn't wait until I was healed.. Oh, no!!"
Angel couldn't help himself. He snickered as he moved Spikes head to lay in his lap. Trying to make him more comfortable.
"Let me get you to the hospital, then maybe..."
Spike shook his head. Eyes meeting with Angels. "It's too late."
"I'm a goner."
Angel wanted to deny it.
He wanted to save someone.. He so desperately didn't want to be alone again. He had to save someone....
He was a champion. But what good is a champion without his backup. His friends.
Fred, Gunn, Illyria, Wesley, Doyle, Cordelia, and now Spike.
But he knew the truth. Spike was fighting a losing battle.
"Spike," he said. 'Don't leave me,' he thought.
He lost all right to the Shanshu when he signed his blood on those contracts to Wolfram Harts. That was the only way to bring them down. Losing his one chance of being human... again.
So, Spike had become the champion vampire with a soul, who would become human again.
But, it never stated just how long he would enjoy his once again human form.
The power were cruel.
They could go to hell for all he cared.
He would NEVER do another thing for them again. Let the world fall apart.
He no longer gave a shit.
With tears slowly flowing from his eyes, Spike looked one last time at Angel.
Holding the glance for a mere second, "An...Angel?"
"Yes," Angel replied. Watching Spike's eyes shut for what he knew would be the last time.
Spike smiled a sad smile. Gasping for breath, he asked one final thing of his Grandsire.
"Could you call me William?"
It was a simple request that Angel acknowledged.
"Yes, William."
With that, William was no more.
//I Couldn't know if I.....
If I will be strong enough for this
I have to choose, do I want to live here?//
Review.. Good/sucks.. Do I need Marshmallows... Do ya want to know if Angel finds out about Wesley. It's up to you all....
Fingers crossed..
Synopsis: After the battle, what happened to the rest of the gang. A twist to it. I'm evil .. sorry in advance.
Notes: To Myself I Turned by Lacuna Coil Lyric used.
Warnings: Violence, Character Death(s), Sad (very) A Twist to this.. Language.
Disclaimer: Don't have no doe. Own nothing worth suing over. No harm toward Lacuna Coil for use of their lyrics.
Enough said!
Review Please. Am i doing this right... I need to know. Should I continue??
~~Now Chapter Two~~
.... Angel....
I open my eyes. Aching all over, I slowly pick myself off of the cold concrete ground. I wipe at my eyes. Blood from my head wound has flowed, blocking my sight.
I sigh as I look around.
I am surrounded by dead souls.
//As you see I'm the only survivor in this land//
I walk through this bloody alley. Not that long ago a fierce battle took place. Thousands of demons against just a few of us.
Now it's nothing more then a graveyard. For all I can see is limbs belonging to evil, and as I see closer.... good, also.
Gunn.
Eyes wide. No fear of dying in those brown orbs.
He died with honor. Fought until his last breathe.
He was a good friend. I am goinna miss him.
I look around to see if by any miracle the others survived. I had faith in Illyria's survival.
She was one mean fighter.
But sadly, I soon find a speck of blue.
Illyria.
Damn! She didn't make it either.
I lower my head.
I've lost them.
//This nature of time and space
Makes me sick of the situation//
I am alone.
Again.
I lose myself in the smell. The smell of blood. The gore of the situation. Until I finally come to my senses.
I can hear a faint groan, not far from here.
"SPIKE!?" I scream. Happy that at least one is still with me.
The groan soon turns to whimpers. I rush over to find something I never ever expected.
Spike is alive.....
Literary.
His heart is beating.
His skin is warm.
He has breathe.
And he is bleeding profusely from the gash in his stomach.
"Fuck!" Angel says to no one in particular.
"Your not kidding here," A very human Spike weakly states.
Angel, trying to stop the flow of blood, presses down on Spikes stomach.
"Oh buggers!!" He cries out. "It would figure those bastards pick now to revert me back to my
human self. Couldn't wait until I was healed.. Oh, no!!"
Angel couldn't help himself. He snickered as he moved Spikes head to lay in his lap. Trying to make him more comfortable.
"Let me get you to the hospital, then maybe..."
Spike shook his head. Eyes meeting with Angels. "It's too late."
"I'm a goner."
Angel wanted to deny it.
He wanted to save someone.. He so desperately didn't want to be alone again. He had to save someone....
He was a champion. But what good is a champion without his backup. His friends.
Fred, Gunn, Illyria, Wesley, Doyle, Cordelia, and now Spike.
But he knew the truth. Spike was fighting a losing battle.
"Spike," he said. 'Don't leave me,' he thought.
He lost all right to the Shanshu when he signed his blood on those contracts to Wolfram Harts. That was the only way to bring them down. Losing his one chance of being human... again.
So, Spike had become the champion vampire with a soul, who would become human again.
But, it never stated just how long he would enjoy his once again human form.
The power were cruel.
They could go to hell for all he cared.
He would NEVER do another thing for them again. Let the world fall apart.
He no longer gave a shit.
With tears slowly flowing from his eyes, Spike looked one last time at Angel.
Holding the glance for a mere second, "An...Angel?"
"Yes," Angel replied. Watching Spike's eyes shut for what he knew would be the last time.
Spike smiled a sad smile. Gasping for breath, he asked one final thing of his Grandsire.
"Could you call me William?"
It was a simple request that Angel acknowledged.
"Yes, William."
With that, William was no more.
//I Couldn't know if I.....
If I will be strong enough for this
I have to choose, do I want to live here?//
Review.. Good/sucks.. Do I need Marshmallows... Do ya want to know if Angel finds out about Wesley. It's up to you all....