Darkness Matched

eena_angel2001

Rating: R
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, Whedon owns BTVS, Rowlings owns HP.
Author's notes: After Season Six for BTVS, future fic for HP.

Summary: Quickie Challenge Response, Pairing # 38.

Did it shock you when the truth came?

I really want to know, what it that much of a surprise?  Did you really not see it coming?  Were you that blind?  Or was I just really good at hiding it?

What was it?

I honestly wonder, now that everything is over and done with.  Now that the war is done and the victors have been announced.  Did you see it coming?  Did you see me coming?  Did you just decide to ignore it or did you never even suspect?

I guess it would be hard for you to suspect me, after all, I was supposed to be the gifted one.  The present sent to you from the Hellmouth, one that would ensure your victory.  I was supposed to tip the scales, and I did.  But not the way you wanted.

Why didn't you see it coming?  Are you really that dumb?

Think about it, I had a lover before.  Hell, I had a lesbian lover before, and she was my everything.  I lived for her, and only her.  The moment her light went out, a darkness overcame my soul.  I chose the path of darkness, the path of revenge.  Still don't regret in case you're wondering, but I did however leave that path.  But for her, I would end the world.

What made you think that you compared with that?  What really made you think that I could feel that for you, so soon after everything that had happened?  Did you think I was in love when I went to your bed?  Did you think it was love when you entered me, causing me to moan and writhe until the sun came up?  Did you ever pause to think that it wasn't real?

Okay, that was just mean.  The sex was good, the sex was great.  And a great distraction from everything that I had to do.  But again, sex does not equal love.  And that was your mistake.  You equated sex with love.  You thought that I loved you, that I would be loyal to you.  Hell, you thought I would follow you into death.

Get over yourself.  I didn't even follow Tara into death.  No, I just reigned pain and terror down on my friends and my enemies, but I did not go into death to join her.  And you want to know why?

I don't want to die.

I really really don't.  I like being alive.  It's fun, it's exciting, and it's so much more appealing than death.  Especially the kind of death I would have gotten had I followed you.

I like this world the way it is, I like the way things are.  I like having my power, I like having my friends, and most of all, I like having my soul.  It was the one thing you required from me, but there was no chance in Hell I would give it to you.  No, souls are far too important to just be handed away.  But you never realized that, handing yours over to that fool of a man.  And you put your faith in the belief that I would do the same.

Did you really think I would do it?  Was it because of Warren?  What I did to the man that murdered my lover.  Did you think that would make me capable of doing everything you wanted?  Did you really think that one incident, out of a lifetime of striving to be good, made me like you?  Did you really think that?

I'm not evil.  I acted plenty evil before, but I'm really not.  Cliched or not, I saw the light, I rediscovered the difference between right and wrong.  And I rediscovered that I actually cared
for it.  I knew what it was that I had to do when I came to you.

But you never saw it.  Honestly, you were supposed to be a master manipulator, but I played you better than you ever played anyone.  I made you cheat on your wife, turning her against you.  I made you favour me over that brat of yours, making him hate you and everything you stand for.  Don't you see?  I ruined your life and you let me. All because of the possibility you could harness my power for your own purposes.

And I suppose the sex had a lot to do with it.  I know I really shouldn't be focusing on that so much right now, but hell, I am.  Can't really help it.  As a wise Slayer once told me, driving stick does have its advantages.  I of course never believed her, because for me sex meant love.  It never used to matter to me what I drove, as long as there was love underneath it.

But man!  Mindless sex with you was fun!  Gave me a new appreciation with the sex I've been ignoring for a little while.  I might continue to drive stick for a while after this, you know, in celebration.  I figure there's going to be a hell of a lot of it tonight, what with the war being over.  And I'm pretty sure that I'll be one of the guests of honour.  Then again, you always assured me that I would be, and you were right.  But it wasn't the party that you were expecting me to attend.  No, quite the opposite in fact.

The sun's heading down.  It's just a sliver above the horizon right now.  Dark red, casting a reddish glow all over the scarred battlefield.  Of course, most of that glow might be due to blood, but whatever.  It's an amazing sight to behold.  The ones left standing are gathering the remaining enemy and tending to their fallen.  I guess this means that it really is over.

And before I have to run off, I should let you know that I hate you.  I lusted after you, loved the sex (as you have probably noticed) but I hated you.  You are the very epitome of everything I have fought against for so long.  And you're worse than most because you had a choice in all this.  You chose to be evil, not out revenge, grief, or anything else.  You chose to be evil because you liked it.  Death and destruction appealed to you long before these battlelines were thrown down.  You're sick, twisted, and I hate you.

It's going to be different now, you know.  It's going to be better. There won't be this constant threat anymore.  There will be peace, no doubt until the next bunch of morons like yourself come running along, but that won't be for a while.  There will be no mercy for any of you this time.  You're going straight to where you belong, no way to weasel out of it this time.  You're going to suffer for everything you've done.

You're gasping now.  Is it because you're weak?  Are you on your last breath?  Or is the anger inside finally becoming too much for you? Do you want to hurt me, kill me, for betraying you?  Is that what you want?

You're dying you know.  They won't be able to save you, probably won't want to save you.  This is it, you're done.  You went into battle, got your ass handed to you, and now you are done.

Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, how about you?

Oh sorry, is the taunting getting to be too much for you?  Can't help it, after all, I hate you, remember?  You pulled me to your bed and you tried to enslave me to your will.  You thought you had an ally in me, an ally with no where to turn.  An ally who would not be able to fight against the way you treated her, the way you tried to possess her.  But again, you were wrong.  I have places to go, people waiting there for me.  Love and warmth and comfort are all on the horizon for me.

But you?  You've got nothing left my man.  You're going to the one place that you deserved to be right from the start.  Hell.  And trust me, it's not all that people make it out to be.

It's worse.

Enjoy your stay there.  Say hi to Warren for me, won't you?  You guys can like bond down there, after all, you have a lot in common.  I was the death of you both.

Well, got to go.  They're hailing me from the sidelines.  All my friends, so proud that I was able to be double-agent for so long.  Hell I'm proud of myself for that.  I did a great job.

So, I guess that's really it.  Nothing left to say.

Have fun dying Lucius.