Connections: The Prophecy
by RaeWolffe
Hey… not really sure if I’m supposed to write out a little shout out or what but hell… might as well, right? I’m new to this whole “Angel” fan fiction thing and I’m kind of somewhat new to “Angel” but not so much so I don’t know that much about it. Anyway… I’m rambling, aren’t I? Sorry… it can be a tendency. Anyway… when reading this, forget everything you know about Angel and any of the Seasons you may have watched. If you need to know anything—I’ll let you know it. Look for numbered lists at the top of Chapters. Also, occasionally I may be adding a vocab list at the bottom of the Chapters because I have another tendency of using big words. If you don’t know the meaning of a word—check the bottom to see if the meaning is there. Here’s some things you’ll want to know:
1. Angel is a vampire—evil half is Angelus
2. Was cursed by a gypsy with a soul
3. Did get with Buffy and did go Angelus on her
That’s all you need to know for now. Oh… and Angel is ALL mine!
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Connections
Rae Wolffe

The Prophecy

Resurrected a mere two hundred years ago
And painfully cursed by the Gypsy woman
One hundred years following his Resurrection
To walk the Poignant path that lay before him
To live the life of a Night Creature with a Soul;
A Soul to torture him with Guilt of ghastly choices past.
Made, as he was, that Night Creature lay wake
To the Antagonizing passageway of yin and yang
A Heartless Creature to be named Angelus
A Guilt-ridden Hero to be named Angel

He who be the Hero shall run from his Demons,
Hiding his gentle face from Humanity and Society
Running through the blanket of Night
With the Shadows as his only embrace,
This one shall he know the Horrors of Death
And this one shall he know the Gifts of Love
But Forever shall he shy away from the tender hand
Of one who should off him Warmth and Pleasure;
He shall Forever believe in the truths of honesty
But forever shall he live in sheer Solitude.

Lessons learned through the acts of a Lover
Shall he be Taught the complete truths and horrors
Of the Demonic Creature dwelling deep within him;
Through the act of achieving True Happiness lies pain
For the World will open an iron chained door
To the Demonic Creature that shares his body
Unleashed Angelus will open numerous Eyes
And throw around the meanings of True Evil.
Through the Devilish Being Angelus shall Angel see
His true Love will never and was never meant to be.

Strange mis-happenings Follow him endlessly
To what ever lands of Earth he may be
But none so Strange as the heart of a woman
He wishes none other than to Selfishly claim
To hold her Warmth within his tight embraces
And to take her to his bed and Win her love;
To claim her as his, to Make Love to a woman
That he hardly knows but is a Slayer all together
And yet no matter what he Attempts to play
His world can never meet with that of a Wolffe.

Then with one simple dazzling star in Heaven
And with Love swelling the depths of his unbeaten heart
And with the help of a desperate Slayer
Shall the Unimaginable feat be performed.
Inside the Vastness and darkness of his chest cavity
Will the process of Regeneration flow its course.
For six long Days and six long Nights
Shall he remain in a Comatose state, immobile,
At the end of the Sixth night, awaken he will
And Rejoice in his newfound mortality he will.

With his Golden Gift from the Powers That Be
He can endure the glories of the Sunlight’s Rays
And with Satisfaction and pleasure he is free
To Walk where ever he wishes to go
And Free to walk in whatever light he wishes to go.
No restrictions will Threaten to hold him back
But to his call of Duty can he no longer go
For to him the World of the Devil has been cut off,
In exchange for his Wonderful gift from the Powers That Be
Tortured and Torn will he be over duty and true love.

The day the Sun and the Moon align in harmony,
The hour the Earth is thrown into utter darkness
Shall his darkest Nightmares become his truthful Reality,
Haunting him to no plausibly resolvable end
With blood staining his hands, a Death he will encounter.
Uncertainty and Disdain control him in his times of need
As Reality spits heartlessly in his face with no real cause;
Within him a churning and up rise of unknown emotions
Shall show him the true meaning of Life and Love
And the facts of Death shall consume him to no end.
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Vocabulary:
1. poignant—>painfully moving

you got lucky… I didn’t use too many big words. Give me you’re truest reviews I want the truth and only the truth!


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