Fallen Angel: Part 2-A Lesson
by Angelisa
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, although they have been twisted for my own use. I apologize profusely to Joss Whedon for my butchering of his creation. Buffy The Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network. Wow, that's a mouthful!


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Part Two: A Lesson

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"No," Angel gasped, his sobbing softening. "I will never be yours--You can't have my soul, it isn't mine to give."

"Don't act so innocent. Of course you will be mine. You were once, and it's so easy to come back."

"Never."

"Such conviction." The voice laughed. "Such fire. That's what I have always liked about you Angel, your fire. That, and your ability to torture. You are a master at it."

"Were." Angel corrected. He remained huddled in his little ball, but his crying had ceased. He rubbed his arm across his face, wiping the tears dry.

"No Angel, you are. Oh, I know you say that they only reason you killed is because you lost your soul, but do you honestly think you didn't enjoy it was you gained your soul back? Please, I know how fighting excited you."

Angel stared at the floor silently.

"Ah yes, I see that got you thinking. You justified it by saying your killing was for protection, whether for your own or someone else’s, but I know you would have found a way to kill anyway. You loved it Angel, admit it."

"No. I did it because I had to--I didn't take pleasure in it--I-I know I didn't"

"Yes Angel, you did. You loved throwing those people off of you. Pushing them to the ground to slam a stake through their heart, I'm sure you would have rather torn their heart out, but that would have been suspicious wouldn't it?"

"They were monsters."

"And you aren't? It seems, Angel, that you have forgotten what you once were. I think a lesson is in order here."

Suddenly Angel was no longer in his cell. He was well dressed and seated in a large recital hall in Germany. Angel knew what that meant. He remembered what had happened in Germany. But he felt strange. For some reason, he couldn't move voluntarily.

"Of course you can't Angel," The voice whispered in his mind. "This has already happened, you can't change it now, you can only watch, a prisoner in your body and mind. Relax Angel, don't fight it, you have no choice."

The young women next to Angel looked at him and started to stare. Angel looked back at her, and in the darkness, "vamped out." The woman made a little yelp and faced forward quickly causing Angel to laugh softly as he let his face appear human.

"You see Angel," The voice said. "You loved scaring people. You had such a talent for it."

The concert ended and Angel went outside. As the other patrons filtered off, Angel went around back to a darkened alley and waited. He didn't have to wait long. A very frightened looking young man came out of the back stage door. The man glanced around quickly.

"Hans, it was an excellent performance, don't ye agree?" Angel said from the shadows.

Hans jumped. He looked around anxiously and finally saw Angel.

"Oh," Hans said. "Y-Yes sir, I do think it went well."

"Aye, a few mistakes here and there, but I don't think the audience noticed. I did of course."

"Of course. Sir, I-I have thanked you haven't I?"

"Aye. Ye have. Incessantly."

"Oh-oh, sorry sir"

Angel waved his hand and stepped closer to Hans. Hans backed away nervously.

"Hans, do I frighten ye?" Angel asked with a small smile on his face.

"Sir--I-I"

"I do. And ye should be frightened. Do ye know why Hans?"

Angel began circling Hans slowly. Hans tried to keep Angel in view at all times, but Angel kept to the shadows.

"I'll tell ye why Hans. Because you've not paid me back."

"Sir, of course-I mean-I would pay you, but I thought--."

"Ye thought that I used my money to get ye where ye are? No, fear is a much better motivator than money. Look at ye, I scare ya just by standin' here. You'd do whatever I want wouldn't ye?"

"I-I would, of course--I owe you so much--of course--"

"Hush. Of course ye would. It's time to pay me back."

"Sir--please--a few more performances and I will have sent enough money to my family--and--and then I will pay you back. You have my word."

"Aye, but is your word worth anythin'? Ye got into this problem because ye couldn't keep your word to your darlin' wife didn't ye?"

"Sir--please--I want to make it up to them--please--"

"Hush, aye, alright. But I must have somethin' to tide me over. Give me your hand."

"Sir?"

"I said ‘give me your hand.'"

"Oh-of-of course."

Hans held out his hand slowly, fear showing in his face. Angel took the hand roughly and seemed to inspect it.

"Musicians' hands are so fragile." Angel said. "Such little things can break them. And when they break, the musician cannae play. It would be a shame if somethin' happened to your hand, then you wouldn't be able to send your family the money."

"No sir, I wouldn't. Please-I-I need to play."

"Of course, if I wasn't givin' you the extra time, I could have what I want now."

Angel made a swift gesture, bringing his hand up. Hans screamed as Angel broke his wrist effortlessly. Angel chuckled as Hans sagged to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he whimpered in pain.

"Aye, very fragile things. But now I can get my payback." Angel laughed.

He pulled Hans to his feet using the broken wrist. Hans screamed again. Angel grabbed Hans roughly by the side of his face and whispered in his ear.

"I said ‘hush.' Ye won't be feelin' any pain soon." Angel brought his face back, again ‘vamped out.' "Course first, it'll hurt like hell."

He bit Hans' neck, sinking his fangs in and gulping greedily. Hans just cried until finally he sagged lifelessly in Angel's arms.

"I thank ye Hans," Angel said when finished, wiping a hand across his mouth. "It's always good to be paid in full."

Angel was back in the cell, the last words fading on his lips. It was funny, he could still taste the blood in his mouth, but his hunger wasn't even dented.

"You see Angel," the voice said, "you were the best."

"I was a monster."

"Nevertheless you were good at what you did. And you could be again. Join me Angel, give up your soul for me."

Angel shook his head.

"I can't. It's not mine to give. Even if it were, I wouldn't give it to you. Leave me alone."

"Don't make this harder on yourself than it already is. Join me."

"No."

"You're upset, I'll let you think about it."

Angel knew he was alone. The voice had left for the time being. Angel enjoyed the complete quiet. Now he could think uninterrupted. He hung his head wearily; wishing the blood had been real, and not just in his mind. The hunger was near unbearable.

"Well, ain't this a sight?" a familiar voice said. Angel looked up.

"Whistler?"

"In the flesh."


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