Rating: PG-13
Summary: Something's happening to Angel. Can it be stopped in time before it kills him?
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters related to 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer,'. Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy do.
Distribution: Peri, Bob, Em, Renee, TPWFLD, anyone else who wants it, TAKE IT!
Feedback: If I don't get any response, then I'll have to discontinue this story, and possibly, this series.
Dedicated: To Nita! You've always given me feedback, on everything I've ever written, and I appreciate it more than you'll ever know.
Author's Notes: Sequel to 'Whom I Want'.
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Here I am. I've finally arrived back in Sunnydale, and now, by God, I can't stand this anymore. A part of me screams to get away, but a part of me just screams right back to stay. Great. Now, not only am I bordering on textbook stalker, I'm a schizo. Just perfect. Well, at least I haven't started talking to myself yet. Well, at least not out loud, so I suppose that's a good sign.
I hope she comes here tonight. She and the rest of the gang would come to the Bronze every Friday. I hope it's a tradition she still keeps. I have to see her, even if it only means a glimpse, and then I leave. I'll just wait at this table in the corner.
And then it happens. Time slows, the air gets thicker, and my eyesight gets blurry. A blood tear streaks down the side of my face. I can hear all of the blood singing in their veins, calling to me. To come and drink like I did before, when I killed and feasted my way across Europe, cutting down all within my path, leaving death and destruction in my wake.
I close my eyes tightly to block this all out. It doesn't help.
This is Hell. The music seems to get louder, the multitude of voices sharper and frenzied, until the point of deafening me to everything else. Blocking out all other noise. The hundreds of sounds, the murmurs of everyone inside, the instruments playing on that stage, everything that seems to merge into one sound. That noise! That damned noise! One complete sound blinding me from everything, and making me numb.
I feel that all too familiar tingle on my face, then the fire that spreads up my cheeks and over my forehead. Now, I feel my canines elongate, and I taste my own blood as I bite onto my tongue. I know that unless I can get out right now, then I'm going to tear these people apart to do so. Pretty soon, I'm not going to be able to handle this, and I won't be the one in control any longer. But, I can't move. I put my hands over my face, and feel the guise of Angelus slide over my own.
Help me.
And before I can do anything else, it stops. The pounding of the blood, the senseless noise, everything. I feel my face shift to human. Just as suddenly, everything goes back to normal
Thank God.
I see a flash of red, and a deep purple that cuts through it. Reminds me of the darkest part of night before the sun rises, the most dangerous time. Then fire, as it rains down upon the scorched, broken earth.
I've had another vision. I haven't had one like this since I was a child in Galway.
Not again!
End Part 1
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