-iftomorrow- (For the Better)

As I stood alone, away from the others, I could not believe that Angel was acting like this. He was their leader, yet he wasted his precious time upon the small-human as if he was important! Could he not understand that a leader has more important things to concern themselves with?

Yet, Wesley had seemed upset by my presence when I had interrupted his conversation with the human-tree-girl. He felt a need to explain me.

And the other had acted...disgusted by me. The tree-human wanted the one called Fred back - she had even referred to me as an "it"!

I am a God-King, not an "it".

But, I have been trying to understand humans. My presence had bothered both Wesley - who was my guide through this new world now - and the other. Perhaps...

I closed my eyes and let the residual memories wash over my form, the molecules changing the body I inhabited until I was Fred.

Perhaps this form would better suit them all. Perhaps this would not be as upsetting as myself.

I grinned and twirled my finger in the soft-brown locks of hair I now had as my eyes moved across the room to everyone there.

"So guys. Wesley says we gotta clean this all up, only I'm not so much in the mood to do it. Who wants Chinese? 'Cuz I am starved! My treat!"

angel_afterlife (Confrontation)

"Then it is true."

I stared at The Shell. It - she - whatever it's name was now...had not been there. Had not felt the life leave his form, had not been the one to seek vengeance upon his murderer.

Had not felt that...odd sensation of...pain? Yes...pain at his passing.

A God-King reduced to human emotions over a mortal who pined away for the love of his life, who was here again. In truth, finally - not in me.

He did not need me any longer. It was a lie that he would continue to guide me - he had done it before not to placate me, but to soothe himself.

Wesley no longer needed the comfort of someone who resembled his dead love.

This...bothered me.

"I..."

I could not think of anything to say, and so I simply sat down on the floor, touching it as I tried to figure out what next to do with this un-needed life of mine.

I watched her. I wished her pain, for I was certain now that she was causing pain to me. It was the only explanation for the strange sensations within my chest everytime I watched Wesley touch her.

"This is true. I'd say at the moment, most of us have to live here. The first two floors are inhabilitable. We just need to pick rooms or suites, then plan on our next move."

"I know what my next move is."

I walked up to Wesley and moved my hand to brush his off The Shell's, aching to have him free of her. My powers were long gone, but my strength was not, and so I took my free hand and tried to backhand his face.

He knew I was stronger then he.

Perhaps he would not so easily ignore me now.

I turned to The Shell. "You were not there! You did not see him suffer, hear his words of pain and loss! You did not have to shut out the screams of the universe as he was swallowed whole! YOU DO NOT COMPREHEND THE SORROW!"

"...But don't yell in my face..."

I held a hand up to her, covering the space between myself and the air before her as I ignored the rest of her words.

"Do not yell in your face? You are pathetic," I shook my head. "It is no wonder my greatness could not be contained within this puny form of yours."

I saw Gunn walking upstairs and decided it best to join him for the moment.

Anything to be rid of The Shell.

"If that," I said to Wesley, indicating the body standing so close to him, "is what you truly love, take her. I will not stop you. For I shall not be seen near a man I once admired if he believes true love is contained within that pathetic, cowardly thing."

I walked towards Gunn and left them alone.

sigil_diaboli (Intro)

Virginia Bryce had always hated her father.

She hated the magics he'd used and loved so dearly, so much more than she. He had told her he'd sacrificed her to Yeska out of love, but she knew the truth. She always had. And so she'd told him to leave.

Virginia had desperately tried to make new friends, new loves, but for some reason the world she had grown up in was one she could not escape.

And so, when she'd received a phone call from her father once more, she'd been pulled into that world once again.

"I am the Qwa'ha Xahn."

"Daddy, what are you talking about?" she coughed back into the receiver.

"You were chosen, sweetie. Because I love you."

"Daddy, stop this, I told you I am not talking to you anymore!"

"You won't have a choice, honey. It's started. It's done."

"Wha--?"

"Haven't you wondered why you were so sick, so sudden?"

She'd hung up the phone, not really wanting to know. Not really understanding much of anything except her father's dabbling in magic had taken hold of her again and there was only one person she trusted enough to help her with something like this.

She'd called her ex-boyfriend, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.

There'd been smiles, laughs remembering some good times, tears as he told her that she was infected with the essence of an "ancient one" like Jasmine, and then....

There. Was. Nothing.

--

I was born again.