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SUMMARY: What if Darla had never been re-sired? Angel deals with
her human death.
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NOTE: It's actually from a dream I had.
stood on the rooftop staring at the city below. Just one night
ago he had held a woman in his arms. She was one of the most beautiful,
rarest woman in the world. He had taken care of her and held her
through her pain as a newly human being. But not tonight. Tonight
she left him. She had left him before of course, or rather pushed
him out of her life when she reviled his soul. But suddenly she
had one as well, and he was no longer so alone.
But he was always alone.
They had travelled everywhere together. Cut a swath through Europe
and hurt so many people. Holtz. Gypsies. Innocents caught in every
crossfire imaginable. And Darla was worse than even he had been,
feeding and torturing anyone she could. But her end was so different
than the artificial immortality she had been given 400 years ago.
He had held her, so weak and fragile, in his arms as she cried
out deleriously. The disease that had been stayed by the Master
had come back with a vengeance and ravaged her newly weak frame
until at last her soul could achieve
What do you do when the woman that you had worshipped for so long
is dying? You slick back her hair, kiss her forehead, and let
her know that it will be alright. Angel smiled to himself. After
the trial that sealed her fate, he never let anything happen to
her. And now she can be at true peace, with no violence, no hatred,
no evil. Curled up next to him on the bed, he hadn't known she
was anything but asleep except that she was no longer breathing.
Angel walked down from the roof and looked into his bedroom one
last time. Yes, even now she was still peaceful. Her face showed
none of the hatred or pain from her life before. She had known
contentment and love before she died, and it was still reflected
in her now. He walked down to the lobby of his hotel and saw his
friends working. Cordelia looked up from her computer as he came
into the room.
"How is she?" she asked, pretending to be unconcerned. These past
two months had been hard on all of them.
"She's gone." Angel replied, letting them know the time had come,
"She died in her sleep about half an hour ago."
"Oh, god. Angel, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. She was happy, and now she's at peace."
As the others made arrangements with the doctors, Angel sat down
in his chair. A page in his life had turned and he felt for the
first time in ages that maybe he had turned the scorecard a little
in his favor. He had saved Darla, his sire, and been able to protect
her even from herself. And she had been happy. Maybe one day he
could be too.