Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters not mine.
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“Not yours. Never yours.”
Wood splinters with the force of impact. Skin connects solidly with skin as bone and sinew strain under inhuman strength. Muscle and tissue tear upon entry, and blood eases the passage but does nothing to allay the pain.
They perform a dance that is at the same time familiar and foreign. The bodies are the same, but the entities manipulating them are not. Ghosts of demons past, reliving memories that refuse to fade with time.
Angel sees the truth in the ice blue eyes beneath him. ‘Not his. Never his.’
And his hatred of Angelus grows.
The End