No Rest For the Wicked
By Vanilla Tiger
AN: Inspired by a comment in Soulless but set before then.
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Angel twisted and turned underneath the sheets. There was no chance of any sleep for him this night, just like the ones before it. The screams, the cracking of the whip, there was no escaping that infernal noise. He knew that he had done terrible things in the past but he had changed. He risked his unlife on a daily basis trying to redeem himself. Was just one night of rest too much to expect?
Angel could take it no more. He yelled out, "Fred! Gunn! Could you at least try to keep it down?"
And the rest was silence.