-She Won't Be Mine-
AUTHOR: dru's bitch
<lovesbitch7@angelmailbox.com>
website: http://www.oocities.org/kyddo1119
DISCLAIMER: All characters are not
mine, they belong to Joss. "You Won't Be Mine" from Matchbox 20.
RATING: R (for a couple naughty words
and kissing)
PAIRING: Angel/?
SPOILERS: season 2 Angel and To
Shanshu in LA
DEDICATION: my one and only muse dru
FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE THIS IS MY FIRST
FIC!
NOTES: This is my first fic ever!
Send me FEEDBACK!
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Take your head around the world
See what you get
From your mind
Write your soul down word for
word
See who's your friend
Who is kind
It's almost like a disease
The music coursed through the room, people swaying and
moving against each other. It as a
welcome break from the heavy dancing they had been up to all night. He watched her intensely, her blonde hair flowing
around her small face. Angel sighed, he missed her. That girl possessed him, mind body and yes, even soul. He hated to admit it, and he would never let
her know, but even his soul loved her.
It had been so long since he had seen her, smelled her, tasted her and
now here she was...dancing in his very city.
All he wanted to do was walk home.
That last demon had been tough, hard to take down, but he had done it
and now he was looking forward to a hot shower and a good book. But instead he caught her scent, soft and
subtle, and he almost missed it - she had changed so much since the last time
he had seen her. But he found her, less
than two blocks from his home...and in another's arms.
I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you
will carry on
But no - Oh no
No you won't be mine
She was HIS, what the hell was she doing in his town
pressed up against this joker? She had
her head nestled into his chest the way she used to when he held her. She used to lift her head and gaze into his
eyes in a way that drove straight to his core, he could never help but kiss
her. His lips would meet hers and she
would let out the sweetest sigh as he would push his tongue into her
mouth. Sometimes she would play
innocent, but there were other times when she would come out and play with the
demon that was always inside. She would
bite at his tongue and sometimes do it hard enough to draw blood, and she would
drink whatever he gave - that drove him wild.
And now here she was, suckling on this jerk's lip while he had his arms
snaked around nearly every part of her body.
His mind traveled back to their times together, out under the moon. He got
hard just with the idea of watching her kill, she always said it was our duty
to get rid of them, but I know she
liked it. She loved the hunt, she didn't
know that sometimes when she went out alone, that he would follow her - just to
watch her hunt and stalk her prey. She
was at her sexiest just before she dove in for the kill, her muscles would flex
and her face would become a stoic mask of death. She was the best at what she did, and he wanted to run across the
restaurant and take her right on the dance floor - to hell with monkey boy, he
could watch if he so desired!
Take your straight line for a
curve
Make it stretch, the same old
line
Try to find if it was worth
what you spent
Why you're guilty for the way
You're feeling now
It's almost like being free
And I know soon you will be
He was aching for her, begging for her to glance around
and see him and feel the same way.
Would she? He had often thought
of what would happen if on the remote chance in hell, he ran into her. Could he go over to her...no, she'd just
freak out. She was just here to have a
good time, she didn't know he had moved here, it had been nearly four years
since they had last spoken and they did not part on good terms. She was infinitely mad at him and he
couldn't blame her, they had shared so much and he just wanted to walk away and
forget. But still, he couldn't take his
eyes off of her, she was even more beautiful than he remembered - older,
sexier. The way she carried herself,
she was different and he liked it. He
desperately wanted to see if she was truly sexier...grab her and throw her to
the floor and dive between her legs. He
wanted to caress her thighs and run his tongue inside her as she screamed his name. Or would she want to dominate him, shove him
on his back and ride him hard...all the options swimming in his mind were
appealing. But were any of them worth
walking up to her? He had no idea what
she would say, he didn't want to start
another fight. She seemed over him now.
I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you
will carry on
But no - Oh no
No you won't be mine
But there was something else about her. He seemed powerless to figure it out, but
she was different. There was simply
something about her, but the club was so busy and wrought with mortal emotion
that he couldn't get a lock on her. Angel decided he would leave her alone, she
wasn't in the city to harm him, and she looked happy - the soul decided it was
time to go home and get to that book. But
he just couldn't leave, he missed her so much.
Something deep inside of him called out to her, begged to be near her,
and here she was fulfilling that need. She
lifted her head and glanced around the room, he ducked behind some greenery to
avoid her gaze, but oh how he wanted to stand out in plain sight - to have her
come to him again. He had to admit
though, his first reaction was to duck, and he needed to let her be, to finally
have some peace.
Take yourself out to the curb
Sit and wait
A fool for life
It's almost like a disease
I know soon you will be
He stood up and looked out to the floor to see her one
last time, she was gone. He knew he had
precious moments left before she spotted him, she always knew when he was close
and now she was on to him. He looked
for the nearest door and tried to walk deftly towards it - he didn't want to
upset her - PLEASE let me get to the door, he silently prayed. He was almost there, almost out of her life...
I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you
will carry on
But no - Oh no
No you won't be mine
He reached for the handle, he felt the cool metal in
his hand, but then he felt it, heard it - something he had NEVER heard before
and it scared him. He felt a hot hand
close over his wrist and spin him around, moist warm lips crashed into his and
he felt her tongue searching for his unexposed fangs. She released him and he simply stared at her... "Angelus, my
dear boy, we have a lot of catching up to do."
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