Here With Me
by Ria"I guess this is it then."
"No!"
"Angel, there's nothing anybody can do."
"No."
"Look at me."
Angel lifts his head up and sees Wesley. His Wes. Lying there on the ground, blood everywhere. God, how can he let him die? How can he... God. It's been a long time since he last prayed. But would it help? Would God listen to him? No, no He wouldn't. He isn't worth it, but Wes is. Silent tears run down his face. And it doesn't change anything. Wesley is gonna die. Fuck, I can't let him die. I can't.
"Angel, you knew this would happen. I —-" Wesley falls into unconsciousness.
"Wesley!"
Angel lifts Wesley’s whole body into his arms and sits on the ground. He strokes Wes' hair, his face. How can Wes look so calm? Angel's hands are trembling. Can't let him die. Finally ,Wes opens his eyes again.
"Angel, promise me that you --"
Angel cradles Wes like a little child. "Don't try to speak."
Wes' eyes are huge. "Angel, why're you wearing your game face?"
Angel closes his eyes. "Wes, I love you." And bends over Wesley, pressing his fangs into Wes' neck. Wes grabs Angel's shoulders, but he doesn't have any strength left, so he just holds Angel as the fangs pierce his skin.
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Angel sits near the grave where his new Childe sleeps. Soon he will rise and then, then...
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End