Prompt# 22 - Space
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azraelz_angelTitle: Taking a Chance at Life
Summary: Darla is a given a choice between the torments of hell for eternity or a chance at a new life.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters and/or settings. If it looks familiar - I probably didn't invent it.
Rating: FR18, for now.
Spoiler Warning:
Buffy and Angel: Set AU after "Lullaby"
Anita Blake: Incubus Dreams (although I doubt I will use anything from that book)
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Chapter Two - Prompt#22 - Space
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Decisions
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Some excerpts are taken directly from the “Lullaby” script.
**
*Flashback*
“You’re gonna be okay,” Angel told me as he crouched down next to me.
“No. No. I don’t think so. Once he’s gone, I won’t be okay. I won’t be okay at all. I don’t know what I’ll be…Angel…our baby is gonna die right here in this alley. You died in an alley, remember?” I rambled, tears running down my face, mixing with the rain.
“I remember,” he softly assured me.
“I wanna say I’m sorry. I wanna say it and mean it, but… I can’t. Aren’t you gonna tell me its okay?” I stumbled over the words. Nothing made sense. The child growing inside me had changed everything.
“No.”
“No? It’s really not, is it? We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much…pain. We can’t make up for any of it. You know that, don’t you?” I asked him. Didn’t he see that redemption was too far gone to be ours?
He hesitated a moment before answering, “Yeah.”
“This child, Angel, it’s the one good thing we ever did together,” I told him. The rain still poured down over me. I was soaked through to the bone; the cold settling in but not bothering me. The child inside me was almost dead. I was killing it. And it was killing Angel, my dear boy, to watch it happen. He picked up my hand, clutched it between his, and pressed his lips to it.
“The only good thing,” I added, and I heard his breath catch slightly. He buried his face in his hands, still holding mine. I reached out with my right hand, fingers sliding around a shard of wood from the bar. Decision made. My time in this world was done. I had no place left in it.
“You make sure to tell him that,” I firmly stated. Those would be the last words I spoke to my child. I buried the makeshift stake into my chest, hitting the heart. I chose life for my son, and only hoped Angel would forgive me someday. I let out a little gasp, causing Angel to look up and lock eyes with me just before I faded to nothing.
**
Instead of blessed oblivion or the fires of Hell, I got an empty white space. Nothing as far as I could see – just stunning bright, white everywhere around me.
“You surely got yourself in quite the pickle here, kiddo,” a male voice called out from behind me. I spun around, positive no one had been behind me a moment before, and took in the man now standing next to me. Correction, make that a demon or some sort. There was no way this guy was human with the weird vibe he was giving off. He was badly dressed, plaids and bold colors, combined with a horrid bowling hat.
“And who exactly are you?” I asked.
“Name’s Whistler. Nice to meet you too Darla. It’s actually quite a pleasure. It’s not every day you meet the creator of the Scourge of Europe turned Powers’ Champion.”
“What am I doing here? I should probably be burning in a fiery pit by now.” I tried to laugh it off, but the thought actually made me nervous. Perhaps that pesky soul of my son or my childe wore off on me. Or perhaps I was one with my soul again. The thoughts were too jumbled to be worked through at the moment.
“At one point yes, without a doubt. But you, Darla, have made several decisions that the Powers decided were enough to warrant further information.”
“I’m listening,” I relented and crossed my arms over my chest. My clothes were still wet. It was clear I wasn’t getting out of this white empty space unless I got permission.
“You have two choices. First choice is that you go to Hell, to pay for all your sins. No bargaining – no deals – just Hell until the Powers are done with you. No telling there.
“Or you get a second chance – a second life…or should that be number five for you? Regardless you will be sent into a different world to prove to the Powers that your soul does not need to be tormented in Hell.”
“What kind of world am I to be sent to?”
“It’s a whole lot different from your last one, kiddo,” he replied.
“Will I be human?”
“Yeah, about that, I’m not allowed to give you all the details. That would take the fun out of the mystery of it. You work it out on your own. But I can tell you that you’ll be there to make a difference. And that the Master of the City may be pompous and French, but he’s one of the good guys,” he replied.
“All right. I suppose the unknown world is better than Hell.”
“Final answer, Darla?”
“Yeah, unknown over Hell,” I answered. I saw him smile at me and the white edges of my space began to darken and take form.
“Good luck girl, remember your manners,” he called out and disappeared right as the world took complete shape and color. And I fell toward the ground below.
**
*Present*
My eyes opened on their own accord. If it had been completely my choice I would still be passed out.
“Mademoiselle, are you quite all right?” a floating male voice questioned me. My head throbbed even at his soft tone. I tried to nod, but almost threw up. He sat in a chair a few feet from me. I had been moved off the concrete floor and onto a bed. The Frenchman was not just accompanied by the Hispanic man anymore. Several additional people had gathered in the room.
“I’m here,” I muttered.
“Yes, you are. Would you care to explain that now? It is not every day that people fall from blank space before me.”
“Where exactly is here?” I tried to look around, but my vision was swimming, and starting to black out around the edges.
“You are at the Circus of the Damned,” he replied and offered me a tight smile.
“Oh, Hell might have been better,” I managed to whisper before I passed out again.
**
Summary: Darla is a given a choice between the torments of hell for eternity or a chance at a new life.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters and/or settings. If it looks familiar - I probably didn't invent it.
Rating: FR18, for now.
Spoiler Warning:
Buffy and Angel: Set AU after "Lullaby"
Anita Blake: Incubus Dreams (although I doubt I will use anything from that book)
**
Chapter Two - Prompt#22 - Space
**
Decisions
**
Some excerpts are taken directly from the “Lullaby” script.
**
*Flashback*
“You’re gonna be okay,” Angel told me as he crouched down next to me.
“No. No. I don’t think so. Once he’s gone, I won’t be okay. I won’t be okay at all. I don’t know what I’ll be…Angel…our baby is gonna die right here in this alley. You died in an alley, remember?” I rambled, tears running down my face, mixing with the rain.
“I remember,” he softly assured me.
“I wanna say I’m sorry. I wanna say it and mean it, but… I can’t. Aren’t you gonna tell me its okay?” I stumbled over the words. Nothing made sense. The child growing inside me had changed everything.
“No.”
“No? It’s really not, is it? We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much…pain. We can’t make up for any of it. You know that, don’t you?” I asked him. Didn’t he see that redemption was too far gone to be ours?
He hesitated a moment before answering, “Yeah.”
“This child, Angel, it’s the one good thing we ever did together,” I told him. The rain still poured down over me. I was soaked through to the bone; the cold settling in but not bothering me. The child inside me was almost dead. I was killing it. And it was killing Angel, my dear boy, to watch it happen. He picked up my hand, clutched it between his, and pressed his lips to it.
“The only good thing,” I added, and I heard his breath catch slightly. He buried his face in his hands, still holding mine. I reached out with my right hand, fingers sliding around a shard of wood from the bar. Decision made. My time in this world was done. I had no place left in it.
“You make sure to tell him that,” I firmly stated. Those would be the last words I spoke to my child. I buried the makeshift stake into my chest, hitting the heart. I chose life for my son, and only hoped Angel would forgive me someday. I let out a little gasp, causing Angel to look up and lock eyes with me just before I faded to nothing.
**
Instead of blessed oblivion or the fires of Hell, I got an empty white space. Nothing as far as I could see – just stunning bright, white everywhere around me.
“You surely got yourself in quite the pickle here, kiddo,” a male voice called out from behind me. I spun around, positive no one had been behind me a moment before, and took in the man now standing next to me. Correction, make that a demon or some sort. There was no way this guy was human with the weird vibe he was giving off. He was badly dressed, plaids and bold colors, combined with a horrid bowling hat.
“And who exactly are you?” I asked.
“Name’s Whistler. Nice to meet you too Darla. It’s actually quite a pleasure. It’s not every day you meet the creator of the Scourge of Europe turned Powers’ Champion.”
“What am I doing here? I should probably be burning in a fiery pit by now.” I tried to laugh it off, but the thought actually made me nervous. Perhaps that pesky soul of my son or my childe wore off on me. Or perhaps I was one with my soul again. The thoughts were too jumbled to be worked through at the moment.
“At one point yes, without a doubt. But you, Darla, have made several decisions that the Powers decided were enough to warrant further information.”
“I’m listening,” I relented and crossed my arms over my chest. My clothes were still wet. It was clear I wasn’t getting out of this white empty space unless I got permission.
“You have two choices. First choice is that you go to Hell, to pay for all your sins. No bargaining – no deals – just Hell until the Powers are done with you. No telling there.
“Or you get a second chance – a second life…or should that be number five for you? Regardless you will be sent into a different world to prove to the Powers that your soul does not need to be tormented in Hell.”
“What kind of world am I to be sent to?”
“It’s a whole lot different from your last one, kiddo,” he replied.
“Will I be human?”
“Yeah, about that, I’m not allowed to give you all the details. That would take the fun out of the mystery of it. You work it out on your own. But I can tell you that you’ll be there to make a difference. And that the Master of the City may be pompous and French, but he’s one of the good guys,” he replied.
“All right. I suppose the unknown world is better than Hell.”
“Final answer, Darla?”
“Yeah, unknown over Hell,” I answered. I saw him smile at me and the white edges of my space began to darken and take form.
“Good luck girl, remember your manners,” he called out and disappeared right as the world took complete shape and color. And I fell toward the ground below.
**
*Present*
My eyes opened on their own accord. If it had been completely my choice I would still be passed out.
“Mademoiselle, are you quite all right?” a floating male voice questioned me. My head throbbed even at his soft tone. I tried to nod, but almost threw up. He sat in a chair a few feet from me. I had been moved off the concrete floor and onto a bed. The Frenchman was not just accompanied by the Hispanic man anymore. Several additional people had gathered in the room.
“I’m here,” I muttered.
“Yes, you are. Would you care to explain that now? It is not every day that people fall from blank space before me.”
“Where exactly is here?” I tried to look around, but my vision was swimming, and starting to black out around the edges.
“You are at the Circus of the Damned,” he replied and offered me a tight smile.
“Oh, Hell might have been better,” I managed to whisper before I passed out again.
**
