Author: Claddaugh Kitten
Rating: R
Summary: A sort of alternate universe deal. Based on "The Wish,". What if Dru and Spike had known each other, pre-Angel? Dru's POV.
The moon is crying again.
Its blood tears spatter the window, blurring everything, and then dripping slowly down the glass. I reach out to touch it, tracing the small droplets with my fingers. My Angel is gone again, as he is so often. I'm alone. Alone, I muse. No, I'm not alone. Someone is speaking to me again. Voices, some crying, some laughing, all screaming. They never leave. My Angel put them there, locked them away inside my pretty little head. I know because these are new voices. They whisper terrible things to me, unholy, sinful things.
He promised me that I would be his, forever. To show me a new world, dark and exciting. But there's someone else now. I'm just a toy, broken and cast back into the dark closet from which I came. For I am a secret. His secret. A nice young man is Angel's new toy. His eyes speak of a dark past, murder and treason hidden in their grey depths.
But there is something else - much darker than anything I have ever been shown before. The voices showed me. I cried, begged them not to, but they forced me.
My Angel is not amused.
The boy came home for the final time this evening, streaked in his own blood, his clothes tattered and torn. Angel followed close behind, as if stalking prey.
I peer out from the depths of the parlour, watching the scene play out before me, just as it did in my head, hours before. His name is William. William the Bloody. A true terror in his time. Not anymore. He is broken now, like me. For we share a common bond, both in life and death. That is why he chose us.
Angel drags him into the parlour, throwing him at my feet. His blood soaks the carpet, and my Angel grins darkly. I look down, and realize the boy is still breathing. I pity him, and feel blood tears prick my eyes. Dark pools of grey look up to meet mine, and I turn away, not wanting to see anymore. Angel lunges, and I can hear him feed, draining the young man. Whatever he was before, will never be again.
I cast my eyes to the window, watching the storm continue outside. I know now, that nothing will ever be the same again.
The voices whisper again, mingling with the melody of William's screams, and this time I know, for they will be his last. The moon cries harder, weeping as it always has, always will. I look up again, and watch the tears fall harder, blurring the image of the moon, pale as bones.
My Angel once told that the moon would bleed at the end of everything, I muse, rocking myself as I hum. Anything to drown the silence of death. I feel his arms surround me, his dark eyes watching me even though I cannot see them.
I look up again, and gasp, inhaling unneeded breath. The moon, once a pale, lifeless, sphere, is now a deep crimson. But this is just the beginning. Blood tears fall from my eyes, tracking little rivers down my pale face as I watch the moon, and feel everything drain from me, as if all the air just went out of the room. Looking back over my shoulder, I can see William, lying lifeless on the floor, his body frozen as if in sleep, dreaming, solidifying the thought that has been plaguing my mind for days. A whispering voice escapes me, and I don't know if Angel even hears me. Maybe he never did at all.
"Welcome home, William,"
~end~