Desperate Measures
Prompt: 22 - Enemies
Pairing: Angel, Lilah
Restriction: None
Word Count: 1,058
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die; I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
The wind whipped past him as he stood on the roof, the sights and sounds of Los Angeles never reaching him. He was there - in body - but his mind was elsewhere.
Gone, just like she was. The love of his…the only woman he ever really loved was gone and he felt more pain then he thought he would ever feel. It hurt so much he was numb.
Angel had sent them away, his friends, it was best that they didn’t see him like this, self destructive and hollow. That’s all he was after Willow showed up and ripped his heart out with two words.
’She’s gone’
His mind went right to denial and he knew she’d be back; she had to be. She was Buffy - his Buffy - and she always came back. No matter how far apart they were she’d come back to him…
He came back for her.
The denial quickly faded and turned to grief. He always thought he’d know when she was gone - truly gone - but he hadn’t, he wasn’t in this world and he knew that was the reason. He felt he had let her down; he wasn’t there when she needed him and now…
She was gone.
Grief enough to rip a human apart was enough to drive an immortal mad. He stood there, wind whipping by, as his mind went on thinking, wondering and even the smallest part of him - hoping.
Angel remembered their day together, that one day that kept him going when things were dark, the bit of hope he had that they would be together again just like that day. The hope that they could be happy if only…
Warriors don’t get happy endings; only heroes do.
With everything that had happened, that they had done for their friends and ‘the greater good’ as Wesley liked to say…he deserved it. Vampire and Slayer or not, they deserved more than this fate they had; they deserve more than torment.
Angel finally moved from his nightly spot and headed down through the hotel and straight for the desk phone. He dialed a number he never thought he’d need. “Yeah, where are you? We need to talk.” Getting his answer he slammed the phone down and towards the car - only stopping to pick up a few weapons first - and pealed down the street.
It didn’t take long for him to get to her apartment, with almost deadly slow movements he made his way up to her floor and knocked on the door. There was silence from inside and he shook his head, knocking on the door again - harder this time - and waited.
The door finally swung open. “I only have two freshly waxed legs; not four.” Lilah smirked at him, taking a sip of her scotch and looking at Angel from the other side of the doorframe - keeping herself out of harms way. “What do you want?”
Angel leaned against the doorframe of her apartment. “We need to talk. Let me in.”
“I haven’t gotten a message that Hell froze over…” Crossing her arms she stared at him through the threshold. “You still haven’t told me why you were here. You were awful abrupt on the phone. I was surprised you called me Angel, we’re not exactly friends, far from it actually. Might be all that locking me in a wine cellar with two delusional vampires…”
“I don’t have time for chit-chat Lilah. I called for a reason.” Angel twisted his lips into a smile and leaned in as best he could without being invited in. “I know you want to know more than that.”
“Sorry, I’m not like my former partner, I don’t enjoy getting bitten.”
“Wasn’t talking about that kind of biting…” A small chill ran up Lilah’s spine, as Angel looked her over; there was something different about him - something darker. Almost a dangerous edge. “So what do you say?”
Lilah walked away from the door and over to the table by the couch and picked up a crossbow, with ease she aimed it at him and cocked her head to the side. “Tell me what you want and we’ll talk.” Her voice was smooth and held no hints of fear, in turn annoying Angel.
“You - the firm - can change things, alter reality and…you brought Darla back.” His tone was even, leaving him to wonder how much he was going to have to say before Lilah finally bit and let him in.
“Yes…” she stepped closer, curiosity starting to get to her - as well as the glimmer of opportunity.
“Let me in and…”
“Not how it works champ.” She cut him off, cocking the crossbow and aiming for his heart.
“Bring her back.”
Lilah didn’t flinch for a moment, keeping the fact that she was slightly taken aback by the rawness of his words hidden. “Her…oh, you mean your bright and shiny slayer from Sunnydale? The one that wasn’t as mentally damaged as Faith?”
“Buffy.” He reminded her.
Lilah stepped towards him, the bow never wavering as she finally took in the sight of him and seeing how broken and almost damaged he looked. “What’s in it for me?”
“A one time offer,” he paused, partly wondering if he really should be doing this. Then he remembered the look in her eyes, her smile and… “I’ll give you a trade. Bring her back, bend time and bring her back as she was - no tricks - and one lifetime.”
“A lifetime?”
“Yes, she’s mortal and doesn’t have that much time - as much time as I do, I have…forever it seems.” He weighed his words carefully in his mind before finally speaking them. “One lifetime with her and the rest is yours. Wolfram and Harts.”
Lilah blinked and knew that anyone else in her position would have a puddle at their feet. “You’re telling me that you’re going to give your soul to Wolfram and Hart in exchange for one small lifetime with that blonde? Buffy.”
“Yes, she deserves to live until old age.”
“I always knew I’d be making deals with the devil; never knew it would be this good.” Lilah smirked and let Angel pass her and enter her apartment.
Pairing: Angel, Lilah
Restriction: None
Word Count: 1,058
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die; I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
The wind whipped past him as he stood on the roof, the sights and sounds of Los Angeles never reaching him. He was there - in body - but his mind was elsewhere.
Gone, just like she was. The love of his…the only woman he ever really loved was gone and he felt more pain then he thought he would ever feel. It hurt so much he was numb.
Angel had sent them away, his friends, it was best that they didn’t see him like this, self destructive and hollow. That’s all he was after Willow showed up and ripped his heart out with two words.
’She’s gone’
His mind went right to denial and he knew she’d be back; she had to be. She was Buffy - his Buffy - and she always came back. No matter how far apart they were she’d come back to him…
He came back for her.
The denial quickly faded and turned to grief. He always thought he’d know when she was gone - truly gone - but he hadn’t, he wasn’t in this world and he knew that was the reason. He felt he had let her down; he wasn’t there when she needed him and now…
She was gone.
Grief enough to rip a human apart was enough to drive an immortal mad. He stood there, wind whipping by, as his mind went on thinking, wondering and even the smallest part of him - hoping.
Angel remembered their day together, that one day that kept him going when things were dark, the bit of hope he had that they would be together again just like that day. The hope that they could be happy if only…
Warriors don’t get happy endings; only heroes do.
With everything that had happened, that they had done for their friends and ‘the greater good’ as Wesley liked to say…he deserved it. Vampire and Slayer or not, they deserved more than this fate they had; they deserve more than torment.
Angel finally moved from his nightly spot and headed down through the hotel and straight for the desk phone. He dialed a number he never thought he’d need. “Yeah, where are you? We need to talk.” Getting his answer he slammed the phone down and towards the car - only stopping to pick up a few weapons first - and pealed down the street.
It didn’t take long for him to get to her apartment, with almost deadly slow movements he made his way up to her floor and knocked on the door. There was silence from inside and he shook his head, knocking on the door again - harder this time - and waited.
The door finally swung open. “I only have two freshly waxed legs; not four.” Lilah smirked at him, taking a sip of her scotch and looking at Angel from the other side of the doorframe - keeping herself out of harms way. “What do you want?”
Angel leaned against the doorframe of her apartment. “We need to talk. Let me in.”
“I haven’t gotten a message that Hell froze over…” Crossing her arms she stared at him through the threshold. “You still haven’t told me why you were here. You were awful abrupt on the phone. I was surprised you called me Angel, we’re not exactly friends, far from it actually. Might be all that locking me in a wine cellar with two delusional vampires…”
“I don’t have time for chit-chat Lilah. I called for a reason.” Angel twisted his lips into a smile and leaned in as best he could without being invited in. “I know you want to know more than that.”
“Sorry, I’m not like my former partner, I don’t enjoy getting bitten.”
“Wasn’t talking about that kind of biting…” A small chill ran up Lilah’s spine, as Angel looked her over; there was something different about him - something darker. Almost a dangerous edge. “So what do you say?”
Lilah walked away from the door and over to the table by the couch and picked up a crossbow, with ease she aimed it at him and cocked her head to the side. “Tell me what you want and we’ll talk.” Her voice was smooth and held no hints of fear, in turn annoying Angel.
“You - the firm - can change things, alter reality and…you brought Darla back.” His tone was even, leaving him to wonder how much he was going to have to say before Lilah finally bit and let him in.
“Yes…” she stepped closer, curiosity starting to get to her - as well as the glimmer of opportunity.
“Let me in and…”
“Not how it works champ.” She cut him off, cocking the crossbow and aiming for his heart.
“Bring her back.”
Lilah didn’t flinch for a moment, keeping the fact that she was slightly taken aback by the rawness of his words hidden. “Her…oh, you mean your bright and shiny slayer from Sunnydale? The one that wasn’t as mentally damaged as Faith?”
“Buffy.” He reminded her.
Lilah stepped towards him, the bow never wavering as she finally took in the sight of him and seeing how broken and almost damaged he looked. “What’s in it for me?”
“A one time offer,” he paused, partly wondering if he really should be doing this. Then he remembered the look in her eyes, her smile and… “I’ll give you a trade. Bring her back, bend time and bring her back as she was - no tricks - and one lifetime.”
“A lifetime?”
“Yes, she’s mortal and doesn’t have that much time - as much time as I do, I have…forever it seems.” He weighed his words carefully in his mind before finally speaking them. “One lifetime with her and the rest is yours. Wolfram and Harts.”
Lilah blinked and knew that anyone else in her position would have a puddle at their feet. “You’re telling me that you’re going to give your soul to Wolfram and Hart in exchange for one small lifetime with that blonde? Buffy.”
“Yes, she deserves to live until old age.”
“I always knew I’d be making deals with the devil; never knew it would be this good.” Lilah smirked and let Angel pass her and enter her apartment.