Vers Libre Noel
(Free Verse Christmas Carol)
SPOILAGE: Major Season 4 Angel Spoilers!!!!!! Turn your heads and look
away, all ye who enter here and know not the current season!!!!!! You've
Summary: Angel gets his own version of a Christmas Carol.
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, but they own me.
Feedback: Of course! Oh, please! Good or bad, keep me on my toes and let me
feel the waves of good and plenty, or down and dirty, I wallow in
both......I didn't get good at Numfar's Dance doing nothin', honey! I just
have to put the finishing touches on the The Dance of Woes, though.......
Angel stood in the red-painted darkness atop a roof. Seething. Seeing red.
Beyond anger, without the help of his ever-present resident demon.
The fireballs of burning brimstone rained down around him, yet he was
oblivious to the reality of a flaming vampiric death as he watched the
scene play out before him in the building across the street. The window
framed his pain as he watched two bodies move under the sheets, dancing the
ancient dances of life. With each movement outlined under the sheet, his
dead heart seethed some more. If it would beat, it would have tapped out
the word 'betrayal.'
His friend, his confidante, a woman he had watched mature and grow, a woman
he had trained, protected and had come to love and worried over for 3
months as he lay in his watery grave, lay underneath those sheets,
orchestrating the betrayal with finesse. The recipient had his face turned
away in a grimace of ecstasy, but Angel could smell him. Angel never
dreamed the babe he'd loved and worshiped, that'd lain in his arms mere
months before could commit such vengeance. His errant, stubborn, vengeful
Connor. Holtz trained him well.
Oh, but Cordelia! She knew better....she had her memories now, she knew who
they were and what they all meant to each other and still.....this. Her
recent excuses for not being with him paled in comparison.
His eyes glittered brighter in the darkness the longer he watched. A
fireball hit him in the shoulder and rolled off. He angrily swiped at the
spot as he continued his vigil.
"Pay! You're going to pay, both of you!" He voiced his thoughts
in barest of menacing whispers, ragged from the wound inflicted upon him
from the new Demon on High. "Redemption be damned! Cordelia, how could
The demon's words echoed, drifting throughhis mind as he replayed their
fight scene. 'Do you really think you can save her from him?' Then
realization hit him. His resulting pain fell amongst the hissings of the
falling, burning debris.
The word whispered his ears and buzzed his body like an electric current,
shocking his attention. Was it the new demon in town? He turned, his arms
flaying unconsciously out and around, his predatory senses scanning his
surrounds with acute, deadly precision. The sensation made the wound in
Angel's neck ache. Angel was in no mood to play.
Again, the word affected him, but his senses failed him. Seeing nothing, he
looked back at the lovers, wondering if Cordelia somehow managed to tap into
her elusive, Powers-That-Be gifts to distract him. It wouldn't be the first
time.....but they carried on, oblivious to the scenes of Hell outside their
"Cordelia wouldn't have wanted you to turn."
Seven feet behind him it materialized. He could feel the coolness and light
on his back and it made him turn, only to back away.
The being materialized within ethereal wings of light and the demon inside
Angel cringed. It knew what it was, if Angel only suspected. The rain of
fire didn't touch it as it's wings unfurled into 14 feet of dazzling
brilliance. When the
light dimmed enough that it's face could be discerned, Angel couldn't tell
whether it was male or female. In the same thought, he knew he wasn't meant
He stood up to his full height and squared his shoulders, wearing his anger
and forcing his demon out for all to see. The Being of Light benevolently
stared at him with a small smile playing it's lips as if it had inspired Da
Vinci's Mona Lisa.
"What the hell do you want? Get out of here! As usual, you people are
always a bit too late."
"I'm not here for the earth, Angel. I'm here for you.....as Cordelia
is here for you."
Angel stood still, shocked. How dare it? How dare it show up here, now,
after all he'd gone through, not counting the last four months alone! Three
months in a watery grave didn't compare to Hell, but still....
"Exactly, dear one. I helped guide Wesley to find Justine and
together, they found you. We aren't meant to be involved on the earthly plane,
but Cordelia refused to let her earthly ties go. Being her guide, I didn't
have much choice in the matter...."
The Being of Light floated closer, making Angel take a step back and in
turn, making the demon inside lash out in pain. It made Angel's demon
visage withdraw, the pain dropping him to his knees. Gasping with unneeded
breath, he hugged himself, trying to ease it. The light being came closer
still, it's elongated hand reaching out as it spoke.
"You and the Slayer are our greatest Warriors, never forget. In this,
those that surround you will be your greatest supporters, including your
son. Connor will eventually come around. He'll need your precious guidance.
Continue to love him, Angel. Continue to love Cordelia. They are the
Eventually, the Being of Light came close enough that it was inches from
Angel's body as it bent down to Angels' eye level. It seemed unaware that
it's nearness made Angel's pain increase, causing him to gasp. He wasn't
able to form words beyond simple forms, his thoughts barely wrapped around
what the angel was telling him.
The angel smiled. "We haven't forsaken you, Angel, and neither has
Cordy. It was because of you she's returned. It was because of what is
about to happen, that you must trust her. In that room below us is the new
manger....and between them, the 2nd Coming."
The angel stood and quickly took a few steps back. The demon in Angel
released it's painful writhing within him but, between the fight and his
recent injuries, he was weak and his legs completely collapsed underneath
him. Unnoticed by both, the firestorm had turned the atmosphere turbulent
above their heads. Thunder and lightning flashed violently.
"That's all I'm allowed to say, Angel. It's the only message I was
allowed to bring. Keep the love...it will guide you well in the end."
The light pulsed within the angel and it began to gather it's wings up. As
Ariel began to fade, the air shimmered with energy as it passed from the
earthly plane into the beyond.
"Tell Cordy that Ariel gave you the message? She'll understand.
And.....Merry Christmas. Noel. Feliz Navidad......." It's voice was
the last to leave and with it, the buzzing sensation left Angel's body.
For a few minutes, Angel mindlessly lay on the blackened tarmac of the
roof. As lightning played across the rooftops, it finally registered in his
numbed and addled brain that it was about to rain any minute.
He rolled to his side, tried to get to his feet and failed, landing against
a blackened aluminum air vent which put him in direct line of sight with
Cordelia's window a few feet below.
As Angel watched the lovers renew their passion, the message the being gave
finally registered within him and with it, 'The Truth' wrapped his guts in
renewed pain as he buried his face in his hands. His soul-wrenching sobs
were lost within the rain, the lightning, and within the fire and
Within Fate and Destiny.
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