Title: And While The World Was Ending...
Author: Qandi
Posted: 10-28-2004
Email: OneBlueTulip@aol.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst
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Summary: Where were YOU when the world was ending?
Spoilers: Late season 3
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Thanks/Dedication:When I left my life, my family, and my friends...I didn't think that they'd leave me. Or fall apart. Or try to kill each other.
But I'm Clueless Queen C, what do I know?
I'm just sitting here, in the rementants of what used to be a home, crying my heart out, and trying to hold on. Everything fell apart when I left. I feel like the pathetic sheep that followed me around in high school, a stupid, pitiful, mindless nut like Drusilla, and the snotty little bitch that I used to be. I probably still am. In the corner of the hotel office,--I can't call it Wesley's or Angel's anymore, it's too hard--I sit, surrounded by tear-stained papers, old envelopes, and ripped pictures. My face is red, my family is dying, and the worst part of it all?
The ones who did it never really gave a damn, yet they still think they have permission to toss visions around in my head, to make me see what I can't help.
Lorne left for Vegas, he didn't belong here any more. He's a happy guy, and until this morning, I've never EVER seen him wear a black suit.
Wesley is bonking Lilah, the bitch had the nerve to come and tell me so, and as soon as she walked in, she was dead. Angel smelt Wes on her, Angel hates Wes, and Lilah's corpes decorated our home.
Connor is gone to no-mans-land, living with a no-man. For no reason.
Who am I kidding and what do I know? There was a stupid ass prophecy.
IT ALWAYS STARTS WITH A STUPID ASS PROPHECY!
Everyone is always so scared that the end is coming, that the world with perish, and that our puppies will fly away, that they don't even realize that 'the end' is different for different people.
My champion is gone, his mind is, anyway. He sits in his room, doesn't eat, and just stares at that damn baby crib all day and night.
And I just sit here, and, with bitter irony, I recite:
And while the world was ending...where the hell were you?
Ends.