Awaiting My Nightingale

[angelus_divine]

I am brilliant. Brilliant! I couldn’t have foreseen a better outcome. She was putty in my cold pale hands. She thought her prince had returned, her knight in shining armor. She thought she saw love in my eyes, thought she heard it in my voice. And from that, I lulled her into a trap. I fucking had her. But somehow, something deep down inside of me

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[the_golden_girl]

I couldn't help but stare at him. The way the moon played over his pale features. From his lips to those dark orbs, I could tell just how handsome he was. He was powerful and alluring. I tried to tell myself, since I'd met the darker side to the light of him, that I wasn't interested in him.

I was clearly wrong. He was a god. Only now, he had a goddess. He made one that wouldn't be his faithful minion. No, I was to be more than that. More than him, and if he thought for a second that I would take orders from him, he was dead -no pun intended- wrong. I wasn't in the mood for games. Okay, not games with him. If I wanted to play mind games, I'd be playing with a nice tweed clad Watcher, stuffing himself in books and the like, back at the highschool.

Drawing myself from the vast images of how I could thank my Watcher for doing his rightly duties, Angelus' voice broke through my train of thought.

"Finally she wakes up! You’ll have to forgive me, Buffy. I was never one for fashion or what was ‘in’ these days.""Forgive you? Angelus, I

[angelus_divine]

I should've seen it. I really should have. I mean it happened when Darla sired me. I can still remember when I first awoke from my last slumber

[the_golden_girl]

Everything felt so different. From the way his shirt played along the tips of my fingers, to the ground below my bare feet. Everything had a place in this world. Everything had a reason for being. The stars didn't tell you your destiny. They didn't tell a story of the long since past. They were merely like we were; players in this world. Watching over us. Giving the night a sense of light to those that walked it. They weren't there for mortals, but for immortals

[the_golden_girl]

(Crap LJ limit thing-y.)

Letting go of my swollen lip, I stared intently into Angelus' eyes. Focusing on if I could really see the soul trapped beneath the surface like I had thought I once did.

And I did.

I wonder if he saw my own soul trapped? No. That was nonsense. I didn't havea soul. I wasn't cursed with this gift, I was blessed. I didn't need to worry about there being a clause in my contract and I'd end up brooding in repent for my sins.

Adjusting the strap of my nightgown, by tying the two ends together, I nodded. Though, I didn't need to be taught, 'cos hello! Did the whole watching that for what, four years? But, I'd give him the chance to show me exactly how he hunted. There was something strangly erotic about the thought. And I wanted to see so desperately.

"Show me." Notice how I didn't say, 'Teach me'?