Claimers: I own them. Me.
Woo. *rolls eyes* All of them. All three hundred f***ing characters.
Title: "Way Out West" own
the line. It is from one of the best dance songs EVER. Download the MP3 if
you can.
Notes: You wanted Dis back,
so you have to have someone unhappy. I always require a trade. Payment. A
sacrifice. But, remember how my fics work. Lots of unhappiness ends in...
???
Dedications: To Steffy
Weffy
for inspiring this. And to Vicki
Wright, aka Rubber Soul,
for her fics.
Hell hath no fury...
LaOC LIX - Mindcircus
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The clock repeated the mantra, never slowing,
never tiring, merely going about its purpose.
Lucy looked at it again.
Four minutes after the last time she'd glanced
up.
Four minutes felt like a lifetime.
But it always does when you can feel your own
heart breaking.
She paced the room once more.
Looking at the sleeping figure on the bed out
of the corner of her eye.
This could, to an outsider, look like a spent
love scene.
But the love here had been one-sided.
Covers strewn round the naked body of a woman
on the bed.
Blonde hair tousled, body barely glistening
with a sheen of sweat that had built up.
The only sign that it wasn't, was the expression
on Lucy's face.
Sadness and an ache that seemed to permeate
through every bone in her body.
She pulled the robe around her tighter and
looked at the sleeping figure once more.
Then she headed into the shower.
She worked on automatic.
Turning the shower on and testing the heat
of the spray.
Then letting her robe drop to the floor, and
kicking it into the corner of the bathroom.
She stepped under the water and let it wash
her clean.
But what she wanted removed, the jet of water
couldn't do.
It couldn't get in her mind and cleanse that.
It couldn't remove the memories from her head.
The look she'd seen in the other woman's eyes.
The sound of the wrong name called out at the
right moment.
That, nothing could ever take away.
The simple hot water could soothe her body,
but not her memories.
She rested her head against the tiles and wept
She cried for what she wished for.
And she cried for what she knew she would never
have.
Not properly.
Because what she wanted wasn't up for negotiation.
The Devil.
The most powerful evil force in the entire
life of the planet.
For thousands of years humanity had been trying
to destroy her.
Kill her spirit.
Destroy her power.
And it wasn't until now that it had really
happened.
Because now Satan's heart was slowly being
crushed by the one person she would give everything up for.
The being that made her feel whole.
Her true love.
God.