Pain And Ashes by Lara
Summary: A post-Rain Of Fire fic.
Spoilers: Rain Of Fire, Season Four.
Notes: Parts in // are flashbacks. Parts in * are italics. It's angsty. You've been warned.
The
Champion was furious.
The Fighter for Good
was stunned.
The Souled Vampire was
shaking.
The Scourge of Europe
was crying like a baby.
His black boots hit
the cement heavily as he rushed down the dark street, which was nearly empty. He ignored the
smothering smoke billowing off cars and cement. He ignored the car
alarms going off, their loud screams and yells echoing through the almost
vacant street. He ignored the hydrant on the corner, spraying
water straight into the sky. The water added to the intense red and
black in the sky, giving it an almost artistic beauty.
//I wish we
could—more than anything—but I can't.//
The tears ran down his
face. Tears he couldn't stop. They started sometime after he had climbed off the roof. They
burned his eyes and stained his cold face. The tears distorted his vision
greatly, and maybe it was for the better.
He felt like poking
his own eyes out.
Angel couldn't speak.
The cavernous hole in his neck ached terribly. The pain had nearly blinded him earlier. He
wasn't able to move or react. A stake rammed into one's skin would definitely
leave some sort of painful reminder.
So would other things.
His own son. His
future. Together. He was on top of her.
Moving.
Feeling.
Pleasure.
She did nothing but
lay there.
He hated them just
thinking about it.
//Knowing's different
than living it.//
Dried blood caked his
chin and neck. The smell of copper filled his nose and ran through his body. So did bile. He
felt himself bump into a random, faceless individual. He ignored them.
He tripped. Tripped
over a small crack in the ground. He silently cursed, lifting his head up after walking blocks
staring at the ground.
He was staring at the
hotel. He had walked the entire way without even thinking about it. A few minutes of muddled
debate followed. He could walk in with the hope that everyone was okay and
alive. Or he could remember that in the end- everything he loves
turns to ashes. They wither and die. He needed to see.
Up the path. Hand on
the door. Open. Walk in. The same routine over and over.
"Oh my God-
Angel!"
Angel searched for the
voice. There was Gunn on the couch, holding an ice pack against his bruised head lightly. Fred
stiffly seated across from him, not touching. Lorne was seated on the stairs,
anxiously sipping a Seabreeze. And Wesley. The voice.
Angel opened his mouth
to speak, and a rasp came out. It hurt just to try. The man rushed forward and stopped just a
foot from him. He lifted his hands towards the vampire then hesitated, as
if uncertain of what to do. Finally, he touched his arm. "We
were worried." He said simply.
The girl stood,
walking towards the two men. "You were gone for a few hours." She said quietly. "We were
getting ready to look for you. When the fire stopped." Her eyes drifted to
the window, staring at the red and black stained sky. No more fire. "We
were going to go now."
The Watcher touched
Angel's face lightly, literally wincing at the sight of his wound. "My God, Angel...how did
you..."
Fred peered up at him,
inspecting his face. Not his face. His eyes. He looked into hers, motionless. The Fred he knew
was dead. Withered and died. She wasn't the same. Her eyes were hardened.
Dark. Just like Cordelia's. Just like Connor's. And Wesley. Gunn.
They were all dead.
"A-Angel, were
you crying?"
//I felt it. Not just
their fear and pain.//
He shook his head and
walked past the two, straight into the office. He moved in, and the door was shut behind him.
Wesley turned to Fred,
sighing deeply. "We should get in touch with Cordelia."
"She doesn't have
her cell phone." Gunn spoke up curtly, painfully sitting up. "She didn't take it with her
when she ditched us."
"Charles."
Fred replied tersely. The two stared at each other before she looked away.
Lorne cleared his
throat, standing. "Now, I don't want to be a Negative Nancy, but shouldn't we look for
Cordelia and the little nipper? They could be anywhere."
The door slammed open.
Cordelia rushed in, flushed. She glanced around at everyone, her body lingering on the
stairs. Connor appeared behind her, looking over her shoulder. She moved
forward almost immediately.
"Cordelia."
Wesley muttered.
Her gaze rested on the
Watcher. The two looked at each other wordlessly. The ticking of the clock was the only
sound in the silent lobby.
Finally, Cordelia gave
him a short smile. "Hi."
He smiled slightly.
"Hi. We were worried."
Her hand rose and laid
his arm. Concern slowly filled her eyes as she examined his slightly battered face. "You're
hurt."
He brushed her hand
away. "I'm alright. We're all alright- in theory. It's Angel we're-"
"Angel. Why
Angel. What happened, Wes?"
"He got a stake
jammed into his throat, that's what happened." Gunn snapped. Cordelia stared at him almost fearfully.
"Boy got stabbed and thrown over a roof. That happened like three
hours ago."
She shook her head
slowly, already expecting the worse. "Is he..."
"He's fine."
Fred mumbled.
"Where is
he?" Connor silently stepped into the hotel, moving next to the Seer. She barely glanced at him, shifting to
the side. "*Where* is he?" Lorne pointed at the closed office door.
She nodded and walked towards the door.
Connor stared at the
ground, playing with his shirt. Gunn focused on the boy, watching him wearily. "Where the
hell were you, boy?"
His head jerked up.
"With Cordy."
"Doing?"
His eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean?"
Gunn shrugged.
"Gee, I don't know, Connor. What with the hellfire and burning, I woulda thought you would've been
standing by your old man fighting the big fight."
"I was
hurt."
"Sure you
were."
"What the hell do
you know?!"
"*ENOUGH*."
Cordelia snapped loudly, silencing the two. Her glare softened as she turned the doorknob and opened
the office door. She walked inside the room, closing the door behind her.
The room was black. She held her hands out in front of her, slowly
and cautiously walking toward the light switch. Or where she thought
was the light switch. Suddenly, a small light filled the room. She
jumped and turned towards it. A sigh of relief escaped her lips,
seeing the familiar frame seated at the desk. "Angel..."
He kept his back to
her, standing. "What do you want." He voice was raspy. It hurt. It hurt so much. He imagined
that's what his victims might have sounded if he had let them lived. A gaping
hole in their throats, trying to speak. Struggling to keep the blood
from rising and falling.
The reassured smile
faded, replaced by a confused look. "What? I-I heard you were hurt..."
He turned around, and
she gasped at the sight. His face remained blank. "I am fine, Cordelia." His
throat burned.
"But- my God,
Angel...your neck! Your- you're hurt. Oh my God..." She walked towards him, and he backed up. "Let
me patch you up. At least."
At least. He had to
smirk at that. At least. There had to be a double meaning to that somewhere. Maybe not. He hated
thinking like that about her. He couldn't stop. He couldn't stop the pain.
The hurt.
//I felt you and how
much you enjoyed making them suffer.//
She was making him
suffer now.
Just by looking at him
with concern.
Fear.
She had changed so
much in so little time. That light in her eyes that he had looked forward to every single day
was gone. She was so different. The way she moved. The way she talked.
But her voice still
did something to him. Before, it was dizziness and elevated happiness to the highest level.
Now it was nausea and
pain.
"Let me patch you
up." He shook his head, trying to walk past her. Without touching her. He could smell him on her.
She grabbed his arm. "Angel-"
Angel jerked his arm
away roughly, nearly sending Cordelia into the desk. "I am *FINE*." That shout was
going to cost him. The pain hit hard.
She stared up at him
in shock, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "What's wrong?"
He remembered
everything at that moment. Connor calling her beautiful. Cordelia holding his hand. Connor
taking her photos of the group and leaving his behind.
She stole the covers.
He was so stupid.
And he could kill them
both.
"Angel- Connor
and I were worried."
Connor. He fought the
urge to shove Cordelia across the room, rush into the lobby, and smash his fist into that
boy's face.
She sighed, trying
again. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing." Their eyes met. "Nothing."
Cordelia frowned.
"A-Angel, I just..." She stopped, her face suddenly growing pale. She looked into his eyes and saw
the hurt. The pain. The red. He had been crying. And she knew. She knew he
knew. "Oh my God..."
"God can't help
me."
Her eyes began to well
up with tears. "Angel..."
He sighed, closing his
eyes to hide the pain. "Don't."
//I love you,
Angel...//
"Angel..."
"I love you,
Cordelia..."
//But I can't be with
you.//
She nodded, tears
slowly running down her face. The guilt was overwhelming. She hated herself. But she would
never have thought he would find out. She told Connor... "Angel- I'm
so-"
"I want you and
my son to leave this hotel. Right now."
//It's just too
soon.//
"W-What?"
Surprise began to mix with the guilt and fear. It all molded into an expression that Angel could only
think of as pitiful. "Angel...please- I want to help. We want
to help. You can't do it on your own."
Angel shook his head,
trying to muster up all the strength he could. "I can do it on my own. I don't need
you."
Lies.
Cordelia wiped her
face roughly, trying to stop the tears. They kept coming. "God- Angel...please, don't- I- I
want-"
"Get.
*Out*."
A sob escaped her
lips, and she wiped her face desperately. He stood, watching her. Watching her try to put herself
together. Like she always did. He was giving her time.
She started to back
towards the door. "I-If you change your mind, y- you know where I-"
"I won't."
She nodded, still
backing away. Slowly. She was taking her time. Trying to stall. She could. He was stalling as
well. He wanted her there badly. But she couldn't. He would kill her first.
"I love you,
Angel." She whispered. "I always will."
"I know
that." He whispered back.
She nodded once last
time, glancing into his eyes before escaping the office. She kept her head down, walking past the
others and out the door. Connor, without hesitation, followed her.
Angel finally
collapsed into the nearest chair. Wesley and Fred looked into the office at him, that familiar
concern etched on their faces.
Everything he loved
turned into ashes.
Cordelia.
She was gone.
The vampire closed his
eyes slowly, a trembling sigh escaping his lips. It hurt. But not as bad as what was going
on in his heart.
//Maybe if we just
give it a little time...//
The pain will fade.
End.
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