Long Hard Road out of Hell
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,438
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Long Hard Road out of Hell
Title: Long Hard Out Out of Hell
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Angel comes back from hell. This is a response to Gabrielle’s ‘Willow/Angel Challenge’ on NHA Forums.
Distribution: Vampyre Haven and NHA for now, I will post in other places later…when I have more written.
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. Please be patient with this fic. I’m not sure how often I will pos
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Prologue
Empty hallways echo the silence of the night. Small animals scurry along the floor, and insects crawl on the walls. The soft night air blows the dust in swirls, making shadows twist and turn. The abandoned mansion stands like a stone monolith, telling of hard times, and broken hearts. If these walls could, they would bleed red and cry unspent tears. They would tell of lover’s quarrels, of blood spilled and drying in the cracks of the tile.
Yet, time waits for no o It It doesn’t wait for the small, powerful blonde that visits the abandoned home every night, crying for a lost love. It doesn’t wait for bea beautiful red-head that sits in front of the empty fireplace during the day, contemplating the loss of a friend. Nor does time wait for the dark-haired creature of the evening that died one fateful night at the hands of the blonde.
Clouds race along the horizon, making their way quickly to form over the mansion. Threatening noises roll through the air, promising a storm. The wind picks up heavy and blowing, tossing leaves into the empty house. What draperies that are leftthe the windows are whipping around as the wind picks up speed. Flashes of lightning light up the night air and silhouette the black stone in the lighted sky. Heavy rain drops beat on the old roof and stream through the broken windows.
One stray bolt of lightning hits the mansion, illuminating it from the inside out. No one is there but the house itself to witness the vortex that opens several feet above the floor. The swirling black hole blows stagnant and decayed air into this world. Screams can be heard coming from it, pain evident in the many voices. Soon a man, no a demon, naked, wet, and cold falls down to the stones.
The vampire lays unconscious and shaking. No one is there to welcome his return. Not even the mice come to sniff at him. They know what he is. The vortex closes with a loud snap, and with it the storm stops and the clouds evaporate back into the ether. That is all that heralds his return, the retreating of everything.
This is the first night the blonde has not come to visit the place she pierced her lover’s heart. If she were to come, she would find him here where she wanted him most for those long, lonely months. She stayed away use use of the storm. Maybe in the morning the red-head will come to visit and find him, but for now he is cold and alone.
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/A
Summary: Angel comes back from hell. This is a response to Gabrielle’s ‘Willow/Angel Challenge’ on NHA Forums.
Distribution: Vampyre Haven and NHA for now, I will post in other places later…when I have more written.
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. Please be patient with this fic. I’m not sure how often I will pos
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Prologue
Empty hallways echo the silence of the night. Small animals scurry along the floor, and insects crawl on the walls. The soft night air blows the dust in swirls, making shadows twist and turn. The abandoned mansion stands like a stone monolith, telling of hard times, and broken hearts. If these walls could, they would bleed red and cry unspent tears. They would tell of lover’s quarrels, of blood spilled and drying in the cracks of the tile.
Yet, time waits for no o It It doesn’t wait for the small, powerful blonde that visits the abandoned home every night, crying for a lost love. It doesn’t wait for bea beautiful red-head that sits in front of the empty fireplace during the day, contemplating the loss of a friend. Nor does time wait for the dark-haired creature of the evening that died one fateful night at the hands of the blonde.
Clouds race along the horizon, making their way quickly to form over the mansion. Threatening noises roll through the air, promising a storm. The wind picks up heavy and blowing, tossing leaves into the empty house. What draperies that are leftthe the windows are whipping around as the wind picks up speed. Flashes of lightning light up the night air and silhouette the black stone in the lighted sky. Heavy rain drops beat on the old roof and stream through the broken windows.
One stray bolt of lightning hits the mansion, illuminating it from the inside out. No one is there but the house itself to witness the vortex that opens several feet above the floor. The swirling black hole blows stagnant and decayed air into this world. Screams can be heard coming from it, pain evident in the many voices. Soon a man, no a demon, naked, wet, and cold falls down to the stones.
The vampire lays unconscious and shaking. No one is there to welcome his return. Not even the mice come to sniff at him. They know what he is. The vortex closes with a loud snap, and with it the storm stops and the clouds evaporate back into the ether. That is all that heralds his return, the retreating of everything.
This is the first night the blonde has not come to visit the place she pierced her lover’s heart. If she were to come, she would find him here where she wanted him most for those long, lonely months. She stayed away use use of the storm. Maybe in the morning the red-head will come to visit and find him, but for now he is cold and alone.