RHYTHM
There is a sound in Angel's head when he returns to consciousness. It is soft, rhythmic. He doesn't know what it is.
Everything smells of blood. Thick, heady, nauseating. He sits up. Gunn's body lies sprawled near him, mauled past easy recognition. He saw Spike go down in dust before he lost consciousness, himself, had inadvertently choked on what remained of his wayward Childe.
Wes is dead. Lorne gone. He sees no sign of Illyria. Everywhere he looks, he sees death, carnage, desolation.
The soft sound continues. Suddenly he realizes what it is.
His heart is beating.
calm
September 11 2005, 20:45:19 UTC 6 years ago
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B-but my poor Spike! *grin*
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I suppose you could write a drabble and kill off Angel. :-)
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