My Angel
By Wicca (toniamcm@aol.com)

Here's a spec I wrote. Spoilers Hmm....Not really sure? Nothing comes from any of the books ect a little line of info. So I guess VERY TINY spoiler for I believe QOTD.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SPOILERS START HERE!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~          My Angel
 
    Ah the night! It has finally come. Such dark bliss to unknowing
mortals. I
  pity them. In love with our immortal nature, ready to give up all life
to be
  like us. If only they knew. Ah, but this is not a story about me,
Armand,
 but that of
  another's, whose path I have crossed. The one with the golden hair and
blue
  eyes so dark they seem black at times. His perfectly sculpted features.
His
  high cheek bones, his elegant and sensual mouth. He was such a beauty,
much
  wiser than his 19yrs. His pain came from him in droves, so familiar to
my
  own. No wonder I had to have him.
  	I remember the first night I saw him. Walking up the stairs to his
  apartment, faded jeans clinging to him. Such a fine form. Holding two
large
  sacks in each arm he fished through his pockets for the key that seemed
  determined to evade him. Finding this key he quickly placed it in the
lock
  and went in. From where I was standing I could see in through the dingy
  windows. The room unkempt and filth lay everywhere. Pots and pans
littered
  the sink and a grotesque fashion. 
  	Standing in front of the refrigerator door was a rather large man.
To say
  that he was fat would have been an understatement. The man's white
singlet
  t-shirt was covered with grease spots and his balding head reflected the
  light from the fridge. Disgusting seemed more appropriate a word to
describe
  him.
  	Soon my angel walked in. How he seemed so out of place. He
belonged in a
  palace of fine jewels and silk not this "rat trap" as mortals would have
  described it. I can't tell you how long I stood there watching him. He
was
  perfection and no one dead or alive could match his startling beauty. It
  seemed like hours before he spoke to the disgusting man in front of the
  fridge. Listening to my angel's thoughts I gathered names and data that
  would later prove useful to me.
  	My angel's name was Raven and he lived in this rat trap with his
sick mother
 and step-father. The large man apparently had that title. His name
  was Jeff and he had been with the family since Raven was a child. I
could
  feel the hatred come from my angel as he looked at this man who was his
  father. Standing still, my auburn hair whipping around my face, I
listened
 intently as they exchanged words. 
  	"So you're finally home. What took ya so long?"
  	"Traffic. The freeway's been backed up all afternoon."
  	"That still doesn't explain why your late."
  	"I also got held up at work. Anyway here's the groceries I'm going
to check
  on Mom." Raven then turned to leave the room but found Jeff blocking his
 way.
  	"Where do you think you're going?"
  	"I'm going to check on my Mother." Raven tried to make his way
around the
  large man but was stopped by a large and rather filthy arm.
  	"No you're not. You haven't spent any time with your father and I
feel like
  spending some "quality time" with you tonight" Jeff leered at Raven as
he
  slid his greasey hand down my angel's cheek. Rage engulfed me as I
learned
  of Jeff's intentions. That night I vowed to rid the world of this vile
  creature and take Raven from this place. Leaving my station I dashed
down
  the street in search of prey. I would feed quickly tonight not caring
who I
  took down in my hunger or  whether they wanted death or not. I had to
get
 back to my angel, I had to set him free.
  	I returned to the apartment a little after midnight and easily
made my to
  his room. Standing quietly in the door way I found my angel huddled on
the
  small mat. His hair tangled, his beautiful face covered in bruises. I
wanted
  to run in and hold him so badly but I had other things that I needed to
take
  care of first. I soon found Jeff passed out in an alcoholic stuptor. The
  sight of him enraged me once again. He had violated my angel and he was
  going to pay. I quietly advanced on the man. Slowly leaning over him, my
 curly hair tickling his face, I whispered
  in his ear.
  	"Jeff, wake up. It's time for judgment." my voice was soft
hypnotizing.
  	"What?!? Who are you? What do you want?" Jeff said. his eyes
roamed over me
  taking in the sight of me. I knew he'd be pleased. I was dressed for the
 occasion. My auburn hair neatly combed and my clothes were brand new. I
had
 gone to great lengths to look just right, beautiful and innocent,
seductive and
 savage. My brown eyes were alight with anticipation. This man simply had
to
 go.
  	"I'm Death and I've come to take you." Before he could respond I
was on
  him. My teeth drove into his neck silencing his protest. The blood
flowed
  out of him in waves. Through his blood I saw what was Jeff Maigins. Not
only
  was he physically disgusting but mentally sick as well. He took pleasure
in
  Raven's screams. He loved it when Raven cried and found it irresistible
when
  Raven fought him. He was dead in minutes.
  	 I soon made my way back to Raven's room. He was still sleeping,
exhausted
  from the fight. Tears still stained his cheeks, blood frozen just below
his
  bottom lip. Quietly I seated myself next to his sleeping form.
  	"Raven. Wake up." Soon enough those beautiful dark blues opened
and fixed
  themselves on my face.
  	"Who are you?" No fear laced in his voice. Strange that after all
he'd been
  through tonight he was not afraid.
  	"My name is Armand." I told him. A look a recognition crossed his
face." So
  you know who I am. I see you have read the books. So I guess you know
why
  I'm here."
  He only nodded.
  	"I've come to take you away from here, to bring you too me so that
you can
  be like me...." I stopped mid way through my rehearsed speech. Tears had
  welled up in his eyes and he gave me a look of such misery that I too
wanted
  to cry.
  	"What is it my angel?"
  	"Die... I want to die." He finally choked out.
  	"Die?" I was baffled at this. Why would one so young want death?
Then I
  remembered my own suffering. How many nights had I prayed for the same
  release? Too much the coward to do it myself. 
  	"Is death what you really want?" I asked as I forced myself to
look at him.
  	"Yes."
  	"What of your mother?"
  	"She is already dead. She died about an hour ago. I called the
hospital but
  no one has come yet." Raven said. He was calm now and in that instance I
  knew that this was what he truly wanted. A release from the pain. I had
done
  this many times before but now I found it one of the hardest things I
could
  have ever done. Lifting his head up so that our eyes met I spoke
directly to
  his mind.
  	"If Death is what you really want then I shall give it to you."
  	Sobs once again racked his whole body as my teeth drove into his
neck. His
  warm blood filled me as did his memories. As I drank I saw his whole
life
  from the first violation to the good times he had spent with his mother
  before her illness had taken her. Slowly the life flowed out of him and
his
  heart beat slowed and soon I found that I too was crying. Crying for my
own
  lost innocence, my own horrors. Just before Raven's heart beat for the
last
  time I pulled my teeth from his neck. Holding him I looked down into his
  eyes and found love there. He loved me and he didn't really know why.
  Smiling he looked into my eyes and spoke to the core of my being.
  	"Thank you." He said. and then his eyes closed and they never
opened again.
  Sitting there in the dim hours of the night holding his cold body I
wept. I
  wept like I had wept when I could feel pain and love before I had lost. 
  	Looking back on that night years later I had done what I had come
to do. I
  had set my angel free.
  
  
  Armand, Jan.11.1997