Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I HATE Valentine’s Day. To me, the holiday is saying that it’s okay to beat your significant other for 364 days and for that one day to act all lovey-dovey with that person. I think that if you are with someone, than you should love and respect him/her every single day of the year.
I’m usually not this bitter, but I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. In fact, I’ve been feeling really depressed. Perhaps I’ve been around too long. Who knows? 281 years is a long time and....
Before we go any further, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kyra Sorcere and I’m a homicide detective in Toronto. As you may have guessed, I am an Immortal.
Anyway, the truth of the matter is that I’m lonely. I haven’t been with anyone since Connor and I broke up.
Lately, it seems that all of my friends have significant others. Take Nick and Natalie, my coworkers. They aren’t officially dating; the fact that Nick is a vampire kind of puts a damper on their relationship. Even so, they care for each other very much and they are always together. My very best friend, Hope, is another example. She is currently seeing Jarod, a man of many careers. (He is so intelligent he can be anyone he wants to be.) She is the happiest I’ve seen her, and their relationship is really taking off. Then, there’s my friend Duncan’s on-again, off-again relationship with Fate. Right now it’s an “on” period, so I have to listen to them leave a puddle of gush on the floor.
I know none of my friends mean to make me feel bad when they talk about their relationships, but I do feel bad. I know it’s not their fault that they have someone and I don’t. But it’s hard being single amongst a flock of couples.
Ding-dong rang the doorbell, interrupting my morbid thoughts. Curiously, I got up from the couch I had been sprawling on and ran over to the door. I wasn’t expecting any visitors tonight and I had no idea who could be calling on me. I opened the door and gasped.
A familiar guy was standing there, with short dark hair and the deepest eyes. He was dressed in a black satin v-neck shirt with most of the buttons undone and tight black pants. In his hands was a dark red rose. I felt my pulse race as I stared at Angel. I had only met him a few weeks ago. We had seemed to hit it off, but I certainly never expected to see him at my door.
Angel smiled slowly, his dimples showing as he saw my expression.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he whispered, his voice sending delicious chills down my back.
“It’s not Valentine’s Day,” I murmured confusedly. God, was he gorgeous! Everything about him seemed the same since the last time we met, but as I stared into those dark, mysterious eyes, I felt that something was off-kilter, something not quite right about him. I put it down to my overactive imagination though. How can anyone THAT good-looking have something wrong with him?
“So I’m a day early,” Angel laughed, his eyes staring back at mine. “Anything wrong with that?”
“No, of course not!” I exclaimed, grinning myself. “Won’t you come in?”
“I’d love to,” Angel replied huskily, his eyes appearing to glow briefly.
I moved out of his way and allowed him to enter, closing the door behind him.
I turned to find Angel gazing raptly at the portrait above the mantelpiece.
“Simply beautiful,” he sighed.
I grinned. The painting was a portrait of myself in 1735. In it, I was wear a long velvet dress, my staff in one hand and my spellbook in the other. I had commissioned this portrait, because, well - I wanted to. There was a slight problem after it was finished, as the artist happened to be one of the Society members and tried to trap me in it. But that’s another story.
“You?”
“Yep. Back in the days of my youth.”
“You’ve aged a little since that portrait was done,” he remarked.
“Yes,” I answered. “That was done five years before I became Immortal.”
“Ahh, I see.” Angel said, his back still towards me. Turning, he presented me with the rose. “This is for you.”
Our hands touched for a brief instant as I accepted the rose. I felt an electric current run through my body. I shivered. What was happening to me?
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Angel drew close to me, and brushed his hands against the side of my face. “You are so beautiful, Kyra,” he said throatily. “So very beautiful......”, gently lifting my chin in order to kiss me.
“W.. wait!” I babbled, trying to keep my head clear. “We just met!” I could feel the chemistry between us but something about all of us wasn’t feeling right. It was too soon, too fast.
“I know, I can hardly believe my feelings myself. But I love you, Kyra and I want you,” he replied, leaning closer to me. I backed up a few steps despite the overwhelming urges to submit to his embrace.
“Love me??? What about Buffy?”
Angel glared, his face turning cold. “I never loved that slut!” Smiling again, he came closer to me, practically pinning me to the wall. I could smell his scent, so faint yet distinct, as he leaned over me. I craved his touch, to feel those hands running through my hair, those lips locked on mine. But none of this was right. This did not seem to be the same Angel that I had met before. But yet, he was so hard to resist....
“This shouldn’t be happening,” I murmured somewhat ineffectively, as his cool lips began brushing my neck.
He said nothing but looked at me with those pleading eyes. I struggled internally for a few moments. “The hell with it,” I said, resigned. “Do as you will,” He smiled triumphantly, and kissed me passionately.
I felt suspended in time and space, my soul being seared with fire. Time seemed to stand still as the waves of ecstasy flowed over me.
“Angel,” I breathed, too overwhelmed to say anything more.
“Actually, it’s Angelus...” a cold voice whispered with hidden menace.
Angelus.... Before I could react, Angel twisted me so that my back rested against his chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him vamp out. His eyes, once so beautiful, glared with hellish fire and his angelic face was transformed into a monstrous appearance.
“Angel can’t come to the phone right now,” he hissed mockingly, “But Angelus will take a message.”
“What...”
“This is my evil side, Kyra. Buffy did me the favor of releasing it. I wouldn’t ask her how though - it’s a rather sore spot,” he answered, laughing cruelly.
“What do you want from me?” I gasped, tears coming into my eyes as he roughly bent my neck to the side.
“You! I want your blood, I want your soul, I just want you!” He laughed malevolently and sank his fangs into my neck.
I screamed as they pierced my throat. The pain was excruciating, worse than the last time I had been bit. I tried to struggle, but his grip was like iron. I felt myself drift away from my body, to fall in the dark abyss that was awaiting me. I was falling, falling.....
The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I rolled over and looked up. Angel was still standing, his vampiric face transfigured into a face of ecstasy. I looked at him curiously. I had heard that the feed sometimes causes a vampire to “trip” but I had never heard of it causing a vampire to act like that. Maybe it’s the Quickening in my blood. Oh well, I wasn’t going to worry about that now.
Though I felt very weak, I attempted to crawl over to the coffee table where my sword was. At the very least, I could wound him while I made my getaway. Then again, where I would run, I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if the holy ground restriction applied to vampires. I had made it over to the table and I had my hand on my sword when Angel grabbed my wrist and broke it.
“Is that any way to treat a guest?” he snarled, apparently off the high.
“Well, when said guest drinks the blood of his hostess, I think that’s a rather appropriate way, don’t you think?” I blustered, trying to buy myself a few seconds more of life.
“No, I don’t,” was the succinct reply. I felt myself lifted up by my shirt and flung into the wall. “I think I should teach you some manners!”
I groaned as the wall and I made close contact. I heard a few bones crack as I landed on the floor. The world spun and I vainly begged it to stop. Then I was flying into the air again and landed on the coffee table. It shattered as I smacked into it. I felt yet another sharp pain and realized my sword had gone through my arm.
“Aaaah!” I screamed, as the pain traveled through all my body. I tried to get up but I lacked the strength to move more than a few inches.
“Kind of hurts, doesn’t it?” Angel leered than jammed the sword deeper in my arm.
I howled in anguish, my back arching as spasms of pain racked my body. I tried vainly to move, but my body failed me. I could only groan as I saw Angel watching me, a twisted smile upon his face.
“Aw, did that hurt?” He gloated. “Well, maybe now you’ll mind your manners.
Smiling fiendishly, he pulled the sword out. I moaned, tears running down my cheeks. Any moment now, I was going to pass out, and I was afraid of the consequence.
“Why not finish me?” I grunted. “Or does some warped sense of chivalry stay your hand?”
“I could... but as you said, it’s not Valentine’s Day. My dear, dear Kyra, wouldn’t it be so much more romantic to die tomorrow? Can’t you just see it now? All in black with a rose in your hand and a trickle of blood running down your neck.... so poetic! And then, you’d wake... as a vampire.”
He mockingly bowed and threw the sword at me. He strode off to the door. He opened it and turned to face me. “Do not think about leaving. I’ll find you wherever-you are.”
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