Silence In Shadows by Kika
Summary: He watched in the shadows, waiting for the person he once knew so well.
Spoilers: Up to Salvage, Season Four.
He
hid in the darkness.
A motionless shadowy
figure clouded in mystery, untouched by the full
moon above. The
blackness clung to him like a mother would a child. He
had become absorbed by his surroundings; the damp, festering,
shadows he knew so
well.
And he stood alone.
Again.
Rats scurried
between his feet, a whole other population thriving in
the sewers below,
surfacing at the prospect of a meal. Whiskers twitching
and tails dragging behind, they stayed with him in shadows.
He was watching.
Waiting.
For the woman he
once knew; the woman he knew so well.
He could sense her
in the distance. Knew she was coming. Knew she was
near. Finally, he
could see a figure out of the corner of his eye, a lone
person emerging into the light.
It was her.
She looked and smelt
as he had remembered, the same clothing and
perfume covering her
body. He sniffed the fusty air to draw in her scent,
recollecting how she could make her presence known to him just
by the perfume she
wore.
Never having to say
a word.
She had the same
mannerisms; her captivating laugh and bright sparklingly
smile. The smile that could bring a room to life, the
smile that could
wrap him around her little finger if she had
tried.
But she was a wolf
in sheep’s clothing. Many would be forgiven for
thinking she was still that very same Cordy. The Cordy they all
knew.
The Cordy he knew.
They had struggled
for a solution, a cure, to bring back that woman.
But it wasn’t
possible. Not now.
‘She isn’t the
Cordelia we once knew,’ Wes told him. And he was
right; she wasn’t
that girl. Her body no longer under her
control. ‘If you
don’t do it, we will.’
She was the
‘enemy’ he must destroy.
He moved through the
shadows like the creature of the night he was.
Unseen. Quick.
Darting between patches of darkness as he drew ever closer
to her. So close he could hear her heart beating, touch her
skin.
His hand reached
inside his pocket, clasping an object tightly. And
as his arm moved
towards her, she never even saw what had hit her.
The blade slid in
quickly, like a knife slicing through butter. If
only it was that
simple, that uncomplicated.
That easy.
Her body dropped
back, unable to support herself, as she fell into
his arms. They both
slumped to the ground as he dropped his weight along
with hers.
Thump.
And there she lay,
in his arms. The city thrived around them; never
to sleep as the neon
lights flashed in the distance. Red. Green. Blue.
Black.
His hands stroked
her face as tenderly as a light summer’s breeze
brushing against the
skin. And as her dark eyes met his, she let out a
final breath. One last word evading the trembling, pain ridden,
lips of the woman he
held.
”Angel.”
His bare hands
trembled beneath him as blood seeped across them,
covering them
inch-by-inch.
Her blood.
His looked down at
his limbs. His very own hands that had stolen away
the bright light in
his life. Hands that had been able to accomplish so
much good in this world.
Yet had brought
about so much pain.
Sheltered in his
encompassing arms, she looked the same. Smelt the
same. And as reason
gave way – she now was the same.
His Cordy.
His body fell
forward as he buried his head deep into the crook of her
neck, whispering forgiveness into her ear. But she couldn’t
hear him now. He
rocked in despair as he sobbed, his heart full of grief,
his eyes filled with tears.
For the body of the
woman he loved lay dead in his arms.
And with that so did
his heart.
End.
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