No Substitute
Author: Fyre
Rating: PG-16
Spoilers: Only early season one of Angel.
Improv: Bewilder-moonlight-broken-plush
Notes: Well, this is a well weird fic. I was tired. My mind was
working in single line structures, hence, the layout. I'm a student!
I'm not meant to think big...am I?
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The loss of her plush lifestyle was the beginning.
Then she was alone.
Until they came along.
An old friend and a new friend.
Her first tentative steps into a new life.
Growing to accept her place.
Realising that she had a new purpose.
Falling.
Falling in so many ways.
Falling from wealth.
From her position in society.
In love.
Never admitting it.
And when the time came...
Broken.
Too late.
Nothing to be done to resolve it.
All that remained was the pain.
Bewilderment.
More pain.
Pain in her head.
Pain in her heart.
Pain in her soul.
She hid it.
Laughed and smiled.
Worked by the light of day.
Wept by moonlight.
Never revealed her emotions.
Then something new.
Someone old to join her new life.
And made three once more.
A trio of crimefighters and do-gooders once more.
Always three.
Wrong.
A tear leaks from her eye.
He clamours to apologize.
Insensitive.
Foolish.
A mistake.
No reaction.
A twitch on her face.
He speaks.
"I'm sorry."
She beckons.
He nears.
She smiles.
Empty and hollow.
Her hand curves around the weapon.
Unseen.
Deadly.
A long silence.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Unnerving.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Nothing but a clock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
His time drifts away in the silence.
Now.
Only now.
She speaks.
"You don't understand."
A blink.
Another tear run soundlessly down her cheek.
Rip.
The stake tears through fabric.
Rip.
Through flesh.
Rip.
Through tissue and life iteself.
Her eyes close in reverence.
His eyes open in pain.
In shock.
He cries out soundlessly.
Brown eyes stare at him.
She speaks once more.
"You could never take his place."
Her hand twists.
The stake turns.
His blood stains her perfect skin.
A wet sound.
The stake pops from his body.
He falls.
Falls.
Falls for an eternity.
Red smears her palms.
Her fingers.
The stake drops.
Clatters.
Ruby drops fly from the tip.
She rises.
Stands over the silent man.
Smiles beyond the tears that swell within her.
Her memories of her love remained intact.
No matter how many tried to crawl into his shoes.
No matter how many believed in themselves.
They would all meet the same end as the Englishman.
She steps over him.
Walks passed her dark employer.
Deigns him a look.
Sees her pain and loss mirrored in his eternally dark eyes.
They both know the truth.
He had died in order to save them.
He would never.
Could never.
Should never be replaced.
Hands touch briefly.
Understanding moves between them.
They will accept no subtitute.
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