Long Hard Road out of Hell
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,444
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11
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 5
Title: Long Hard Road Out of Hell
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Angel’s feelings and what thoughts he can have. This is a response to Gabrielle’s ‘Willow/Angel Challenge’ on NHA Forums.
Distribution: Vampyre Haven, NHA, SoSFA,SFA, and anywhere else I post. All others just ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters. Those are owned by Joss and Co. I seek no profit from the use of anything here.
Feedback: Of course! ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
Author’s Notes: The title was taken from the song ‘Long Hard Road out of Hell’ by Marilyn Manson from the ‘Spawn’ soundtrack.
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Chapter 5
Night slowly bleeds into day, heralded by the soft singing of birds and insects. Grasshoppers can be heard chirping out a soft melody, one that is in tune with the Blue Jays singing on a gnarled tree branch outside of the mansion. Such a beautiful sunrise, the dark blue sky is fading into pinks and purples and shows the white-silver lining of the clouds.
Angel has made his way through the entire expanse of the mansion by the time the sun breaks across the horizon. The startling light drives him to find a hiding place in a dark corner in the forgotten basement.
The soft thump, thump, thump of Willow’s heartbeat reaches Angel’s ears, maddening him. It speaks of blood and sex to his baser nature. However, when he envisions himself going upstairs and taking a taste of her, words like ‘cursed’, ‘no reprieve’, and ‘damned’ echo on the edge of his consciousness. He is slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings. He knows for certain now that he has spent time here, having come upon what had once been his room earlier. He has donned pants that he found in a trunk. With every passing minute, Angel’s thoughts become more and more coherent. Even phrases were making their way to his understanding.
‘Free,’ he thinks, though unsure if it is his thought or not. It does ring true to him. He is free, no longer bound by the transparent darkness that had once held him so firmly in the demons’ grasp. But he isn’t free, not really, not right now at least. The light holds him captive now. ‘Free to make them pay,’ the thought says. Angel looks around frantically for the source, for it is not merely just a thought. The force with which it sounds in his mind makes him think there is someone else here.
Finding no one, he settles back down in his corner. The voice is right; he is free, free to make them pay. He is almost overwhelmed. The thought keeps coming like a wave to wash over him, giving him conviction to act…if only for a short time.
So many things still confuse him. He doesn’t believe that he is actually out of hell, more likely he is in a place inside of hell designed to look familiar to him. Was this just another ploy to torture him? Grant him the semblance of freedom only to rip it from him? Yes, that had to be it. He is still in hell. This realization angers him. He decides not to let them get the better of him. He will fight back this time, more fiercely then ever.
But the girl upstairs sleeping, she has been nice to him and fed him. Is she part of the demons’ ploy as well? Yes, of course she is. How could she not be? He knows her, was friends with her at one point in his life. They expect him to trust her. Well, he won’t fall for that either.
Angel listens for her, her heartbeat. It is still soft and steady, beating out the rhythm of sleep. He will go for her now, while he can. Catching her asleep will prove easier, since he is still weakened. He might even be able to feed off of her for strength; he knows she is strong, if they molded her after the girl he’d once known.
The decision made, he creeps slowly and quietly up the stairs, making sure to stay out of the harmful light. He isn’t sure if the light is just a harmless illusion, but he doesn’t think so. They wouldn’t just fake sunlight, he was sure it would burn him. Angel is thankful that the stairs are made out of stone. While he could still possibly make noise, it was highly unlikely.
Upon reaching the doorway that led to the vast living room, he stops and surveys the area. There is nothing. The shadows would reveal all their secrets to him, and they have none. He is sure that there is a demon somewhere, watching him, but he shakes this feeling off. If they are here, he will deal with them when the time comes. Right now, he wants to get to the girl. But how? She is bathed in sunlight.
Angel has to think for a minute, his mind sharpening rapidly. Maybe he could call her out. Would she come to him them? If she didn’t, then she would know his plot. He has to weigh the risks. Right now he isn’t sure of his status, but doesn’t want to compromise what short reprieve he appears to have right now. How then, can he get her to come to him without giving himself away?
He moves slowly into the room, creeping closer and closer to the sleeping girl. ‘Willow,’ he thinks. ‘Her name is Willow.’ Angel now has a name for her, and his recollection of her is clearer now. She is the one who helped…he doesn’t know. His memory is still foggy. ‘Free to make them pay,’ the voice whispers in his head. He nods. Angel knows.
Sitting on the floor, he goes about his plan to rouse Willow. Picking up the cooler he reaches inside for one of the two blood packs left and rips into it, drinking greedily. His thirst has not been quenched by feeding earlier. Years he has not fed, and he wants Willow’s blood now, sees himself drinking from that milk white flesh at the crook of her neck. Noisily this time, he grabs the last pack and tosses the cooler, letting it bounce on the stone floor.
Willow is immediately awake and alarmed. Looking around wildly, she spots the cooler, then looks back to see Angel tossing the last of the packs in the same direction as the cooler.
“Angel, what’s wrong?” Willow asks, concerned. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep and she berates herself for it. Self-recrimination can wait though; right now she has Angel to deal with. Stepping out of the protective circle of light, she comes closer to him.
Trying not to smile at his luck, Angel looks at her as she makes her way to him. ‘Just a little closer,’ he thinks, ‘then she will be within my grasp. Free, free to make them pay.’
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Angel’s feelings and what thoughts he can have. This is a response to Gabrielle’s ‘Willow/Angel Challenge’ on NHA Forums.
Distribution: Vampyre Haven, NHA, SoSFA,SFA, and anywhere else I post. All others just ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters. Those are owned by Joss and Co. I seek no profit from the use of anything here.
Feedback: Of course! ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
Author’s Notes: The title was taken from the song ‘Long Hard Road out of Hell’ by Marilyn Manson from the ‘Spawn’ soundtrack.
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Chapter 5
Night slowly bleeds into day, heralded by the soft singing of birds and insects. Grasshoppers can be heard chirping out a soft melody, one that is in tune with the Blue Jays singing on a gnarled tree branch outside of the mansion. Such a beautiful sunrise, the dark blue sky is fading into pinks and purples and shows the white-silver lining of the clouds.
Angel has made his way through the entire expanse of the mansion by the time the sun breaks across the horizon. The startling light drives him to find a hiding place in a dark corner in the forgotten basement.
The soft thump, thump, thump of Willow’s heartbeat reaches Angel’s ears, maddening him. It speaks of blood and sex to his baser nature. However, when he envisions himself going upstairs and taking a taste of her, words like ‘cursed’, ‘no reprieve’, and ‘damned’ echo on the edge of his consciousness. He is slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings. He knows for certain now that he has spent time here, having come upon what had once been his room earlier. He has donned pants that he found in a trunk. With every passing minute, Angel’s thoughts become more and more coherent. Even phrases were making their way to his understanding.
‘Free,’ he thinks, though unsure if it is his thought or not. It does ring true to him. He is free, no longer bound by the transparent darkness that had once held him so firmly in the demons’ grasp. But he isn’t free, not really, not right now at least. The light holds him captive now. ‘Free to make them pay,’ the thought says. Angel looks around frantically for the source, for it is not merely just a thought. The force with which it sounds in his mind makes him think there is someone else here.
Finding no one, he settles back down in his corner. The voice is right; he is free, free to make them pay. He is almost overwhelmed. The thought keeps coming like a wave to wash over him, giving him conviction to act…if only for a short time.
So many things still confuse him. He doesn’t believe that he is actually out of hell, more likely he is in a place inside of hell designed to look familiar to him. Was this just another ploy to torture him? Grant him the semblance of freedom only to rip it from him? Yes, that had to be it. He is still in hell. This realization angers him. He decides not to let them get the better of him. He will fight back this time, more fiercely then ever.
But the girl upstairs sleeping, she has been nice to him and fed him. Is she part of the demons’ ploy as well? Yes, of course she is. How could she not be? He knows her, was friends with her at one point in his life. They expect him to trust her. Well, he won’t fall for that either.
Angel listens for her, her heartbeat. It is still soft and steady, beating out the rhythm of sleep. He will go for her now, while he can. Catching her asleep will prove easier, since he is still weakened. He might even be able to feed off of her for strength; he knows she is strong, if they molded her after the girl he’d once known.
The decision made, he creeps slowly and quietly up the stairs, making sure to stay out of the harmful light. He isn’t sure if the light is just a harmless illusion, but he doesn’t think so. They wouldn’t just fake sunlight, he was sure it would burn him. Angel is thankful that the stairs are made out of stone. While he could still possibly make noise, it was highly unlikely.
Upon reaching the doorway that led to the vast living room, he stops and surveys the area. There is nothing. The shadows would reveal all their secrets to him, and they have none. He is sure that there is a demon somewhere, watching him, but he shakes this feeling off. If they are here, he will deal with them when the time comes. Right now, he wants to get to the girl. But how? She is bathed in sunlight.
Angel has to think for a minute, his mind sharpening rapidly. Maybe he could call her out. Would she come to him them? If she didn’t, then she would know his plot. He has to weigh the risks. Right now he isn’t sure of his status, but doesn’t want to compromise what short reprieve he appears to have right now. How then, can he get her to come to him without giving himself away?
He moves slowly into the room, creeping closer and closer to the sleeping girl. ‘Willow,’ he thinks. ‘Her name is Willow.’ Angel now has a name for her, and his recollection of her is clearer now. She is the one who helped…he doesn’t know. His memory is still foggy. ‘Free to make them pay,’ the voice whispers in his head. He nods. Angel knows.
Sitting on the floor, he goes about his plan to rouse Willow. Picking up the cooler he reaches inside for one of the two blood packs left and rips into it, drinking greedily. His thirst has not been quenched by feeding earlier. Years he has not fed, and he wants Willow’s blood now, sees himself drinking from that milk white flesh at the crook of her neck. Noisily this time, he grabs the last pack and tosses the cooler, letting it bounce on the stone floor.
Willow is immediately awake and alarmed. Looking around wildly, she spots the cooler, then looks back to see Angel tossing the last of the packs in the same direction as the cooler.
“Angel, what’s wrong?” Willow asks, concerned. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep and she berates herself for it. Self-recrimination can wait though; right now she has Angel to deal with. Stepping out of the protective circle of light, she comes closer to him.
Trying not to smile at his luck, Angel looks at her as she makes her way to him. ‘Just a little closer,’ he thinks, ‘then she will be within my grasp. Free, free to make them pay.’