Title: Rattling The Bars . . .
Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: R
Character: Angelus
Disclaimer: Don't own any of these characters.
Spoilers: Skips around, Season Four for AtS in this one.
Summary: Tainted people reflect on their own demise . . .
Notes: This is a villians series, a weird idea that just popped into
my head. It's going to skip from fandom to fandom, with no real
crossover happening.
Rattling The Bars . . .
I'm stuck here again.
Is it permanent?
I give the cage a bare push, feeling myself grow for just a bit. I
have the potential to grow stronger, to take over completely. I can
still hope for the day that I'm back in control. This damn cage
isn't a permanent thing at all.
But it is pretty damn strong.
Stupid witch. It's all her fault. It's always her fault. Why the
hell can't I ever realize that before I'm back in here again? It's
always her, it's always going to be her. Even if it's centuries into
the future and she long ago decomposed into dust, it would still be
her. She would make sure that the curse stuck around, that there was
always someone on hand that knew how to do it. HE would even agree
with her. Moron. If I ever find a way of killing him with harming
myself, I would do it. But unfortunately that will never be the
case. He's my past and I'm his. We're stuck in this thing together.
She makes sure of that. It doesn't have to always be me and him
together, but she just sticks her little Wiccan nose right into it
every damn time. And every time that she does it, the cage gets
stronger and stronger. The demon can barely touch Soulboy now. She
managed to bury me deep within the bastard, hoping that I will never
be heard from again.
Dream on sweetheart. I'll always be here, I'll always be around.
One of those hard facts of life that all you bleeding hearts will
have to accept. I'm still kicking in this damn cage and I will find
a way out. I'm just hoping that I find a way out before the witch
dies. I owe her for this lovely prison, she's put me in it twice.
Right now, I don't even hate the Slayer as much as I hate that little
witch. If I ever get another day-pass, screw all of Soulboy's
friends. I'm tracking her down and making her pay for what she's
done to me.
Of course, it's unlikely that I'll ever get to take out the witch
face to face. I poke the bars, rattling them every now and then.
They're really strong, stronger than before. I guess that means
she's stronger than before. I remember hearing things when Soulboy
was still in control, things that I never really believed. Like the
witch could have that much darkness or power in her to do half the
things that everyone says she did, or attempted to do.
But then again, I'm always underestimating her. Look at me right
now. This is what happens when I disregard the witch. I think she
does this to me on purpose because I forget her so easily. Maybe
she's a bit bitter that she doesn't draw enough torment time from me.
It's not that I don't want to torment her, it's just that Soulboy
always has better candidates around. He's always falling in love
with stupid little human bitches who yank him around, using his soul
as an excuse to jerk him every which way. Stupid lapdog doesn't even
question them when they do this to him. That's why when I come out,
I've got to make the bitches pay for treating him like that. For
essentially treating me like I was just another patsy to be dragged
along for fun.
But that never meant I didn't think about the witch. She was always
there, on the back of my mind. I've always entertained the thought
of turning her, just never got around to acting on the impulse. A
Master vampire like myself is often very busy. It was hard to clear
my schedule enough so that I could give my full attention to turning
her. But I tried to let her know I was thinking about her. After
all, I left her that nice little present for her fish tank during the
first time I was out. Okay, technically the gift was FROM her fish
tank, but it's the thought that counts right?
Little redheaded witch, why on earth does she hate me so? She takes
time out of dealing with her own little apocalypse just to come and
smack me back down into this little-inner prison. I must really
annoy her or something. Or maybe she's just that attached to
Soulboy. Though why I'll never know. The guy doesn't even have half
the fashion sense I do. Always dressed in black-how was a guy
supposed to get any action if he looked like he was always getting
ready to attend a funeral? Would it kill him to wear colours? Why
doesn't he wear red? We look damn good in red.
Let's face it, I'm much more appealing than Soulboy. He's dark and
broody just about all the time while I'm more carefree and wild.
Girls were supposed to go for the tall, dark, handsome, devilish guy,
they were supposed to want the bad boy. And I'm the baddest there is.
So why does she always chose him over me? Does the soulful mourning
do something for her? Especially now that her girlfriend is dead and
she bagged her first ever human kill? It could be the truth. That's
why Faith was all over him, practically worshipping the idiot like he
was some sort of paragon of goodness.
Or is it just me? Do I rub her the wrong way? Maybe it's something
in the way I act. Am I too self-involved for her liking? Is she
still holding all that murder and chaos I reigned upon her and her
friends five years ago against me? All I did was kill a bunch of her
friends and terrorize her best friend for months before deciding that
I was bored and wanted to end the world. It's not like she was above
that kind of thinking herself.
All this thinking is making me cranky. I grab the cage door, beating
against it with my demon out full-force, knowing all the while that
it would do no good. She wouldn't make it that easy for me to get
out. There was no way she would allow something like that to happen,
especially now that the End of Days could be near at hand. I guess
she thinks that having me around wouldn't help the situation in the
least.
Stuck in here again, with nothing to keep me busy but the thoughts of
what I was going to do to the little witch should I ever find a way
out of here again. And trust me when I say that I will find a way
out of here. No amount of mystical metal bars were going to keep me
from having my fun. I just had to sit back and wait for Soulboy to
mess up once more. Then I could have my fun, starting with the witch
because damn it-I've learned my lesson finally. She has to be the
first to go. All I had to do was bide my time until Soulboy did
something to weaken this damn cage. And then I would be soulless and
fancy free once again.
It's times like these when I really regret having no patience. Don't
suppose I could do something from inside here to speed things up?
Tapping the bars one by one . . . nope, no way for me to help this
along. Nothing to do at all except sit in the corner and just wait
on my chance. I guess I could spend the time thinking of new and
more painful ways of using a chainsaw . . .
All right, I'm resigned to my fate for now. I'm sitting down, look
at me. No more pounding on the cage in a rage, no more wasting my
precious energy on that. I'm just going to sit and wait. Because it
will happen. I will be back, and better than ever. Consider
yourself warned-Angelus will be back!
I wonder if it would still be okay to use Iron Maidens in torture
sessions. Oh well, wait and see I suppose. Until then I can think
of more pleasant things . . .
Should I make the witch beg for death or just make her beg in general?
Oh! The possibilities.
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