There Once Was This Man Called Wesley

.....
`Part Four: REWRITE
Title: This is the End?! Beautiful friend...?!
Author: Bunsdarien
Series:There Once Was This Man Called Wesley
Category: Angst :No pairing in this part:
Rating: R
Synopsis:
Notes: Once again use of Lacuna Coil lyrics. "Falling Again." I'm going back and forth between this and a stargate story. I don't know
if I should end this here. I think I might and try to work on another. Or, add to it. I'm not sure. This kinda skips a bit. Sorry. I lost imagination
for certain scene. So worked with the best I could. Un'beta'd. For[warned.
W
A
R
N
IN
G
S
:
Violence, Non-Con, Language
Disclaimers: See part 2.
Thank you.. Thank you for your reviews. I hope this keeps up with the story. I hope you like it. Review.... Good/Bad. Reposted. Rewrote this chapter. The plot came to me, so Hope this is MUCH BETTER then the other... Please Review.. I beg.. I gotta know...
.....
....



;;I lay, looking at my hands
I search in these lines
I've not the answer;;

Angel searched high and low, trying to find out where exactly this information came from.
The only hint he received was..... A friend..
Looking up to the sky, he gave thanks to that friend who helped him along the way. He knew it had to be Cordy, but he had no way to prove it.
He knew where Wesley was.
It wasn’t a pleasant place for a vampire, so he couldn’t imagine how a mere human could handle it.
He found out that Wesley had indeed died by Vail.. But, his body disappeared from Vail’s lair. Had Angel gone there, he would of realized something was up.. Some how, with Vail’s magic being so dark, and powerful... He was resurrected. And god knows what pains have been done to him in the last year he’s been there.
Angel hoped that Wesley was still be alive.. But promised himself that the ex- watcher would be revenged... either way.
:
He looked over his list::
Spell... check..
Ingredients needed... check...
Weapons... Check..
Sorcerer.... who owes Wesley a few favors... check...

Within a few moments he was back in hell, a place that bought back painful memories.
;I just want to be myself... myself
And now the beat inside of me
is a sort of a cold breeze and I've
never any feeling inside
ruining me...
bring my body
carry it into another world
I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down

He fought hard and long. Knocking down, and fighting with all his might to find his friend. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he came upon a passageway. Following it, he heard slight moans that were followed by bitter laughing. Rushing in, he was grotesqued by the sight he saw.
Wesley was being raped by this large demon, that somehow mimic’d the looks of the devil. He had burgundy, red skin, with goat like horns on his head.
The Bastard turned just in time to grab the sword inches from cutting away his neck. Angel stood there frozen. Until he pushed Wesley’s skeletal figure off of him, laughing an insane sound at the outraged Vampire. In mere seconds the sword went flying and Angel started using his fists.
Blood flew freely from several gashes on his body, but Angel refused to give up. He came this far and he wasn’t leaving with out Wesley. If he died, then.... He couldn’t.. No refused to think about it.
As the two continued to fight, the Devilish Demon cornered Angel. Knocking him flat on his back. Nails long, and deadly, he started to tear at his neck. Trying to decapitate him with his fingers.
Angel feared. He tried so hard to save Wesley.. But, now he couldn’t even save himself. With ending strength, he gave a slow kick out sending the bastard flying backwards.
Quickly he grabbed for the sword and slid it through it’s chest. Pulling the sword out, and making sure it was finished off, Angel swung up and sent it’s head flying across the room.
Dropping the sword, he ran over to a unmoving Wesley.
Hollow blue eyes looked deep into Angel's dark browns.
Angel took in it all. The sickening smell of the creature claim on his friend.
The skin that was once so white, now covered in black bruises. Blood that he was sure belonged to Wesley. Pulling off his blood stained shirt, he put in on his friend’s naked form.
"A..ngel.."
He knelt down in front of his friend. The voice was so low. He barely could hear him. Even with his vampire hearing.
"I'm here, Wesley. I'm here. I'm going to take you home. Take care of you. I'll make sure your okay. Everything is going to be okay."
Closing his eyes, Wesley lost himself in a violent rounds of coughs. Blood flying from his mouth.
After a few moments, We whispered..
“I have no more rhymes
It’s finally me time.
Let me die
Then all will be fine.

...
Angel looked at his friend in front of him. He tried to digest the barely heard plea. Wesley was rescued. Angel came to save him.
“No... I can’t let you go..” Angel pleaded. Gathering the lightweight in his arms.
“I won’t. I can’t. No... Please.... don’t make me...”
Angel couldn’t be alone again. He would help Wesley through this. He would.
But, Wesley didn't want to be helped.. He wanted all his pain to end. He wished for a real death.
If his heart was beating, it would have broken into two.
Wesley was beaten. There was nothing left of his strong friend.
The rouge demon hunter was no more.
All that was left was this shell of a man.
There Once was this man called Wesley.....
A lone tear escaped Angel's brown eyes and fell down his cheek.
...
;;I just want to be myself... myself
And now the beat inside of me
is a sort of a cold breeze and I've
never any feeling inside
ruining me...
bring my body
carry it into another world
I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down;;
As you see...
I’m the only survivor in this land...

This is MUCH better. I hope you liked it. I might add more, but NOT without reviews...