Fanfic: Moments Of Transition (1/1)

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Title: Moments Of Transition
Author: Avarice
Rating: G
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Spoilers: In The Dark.
Summary: Reflections on a rooftop.
Word Count: 339
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 12-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Improv fic - sepia, memory, wish, revenge.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

It was quite dog-eared. The corner was missing, and it was creased in at least three places. It was also torn right down the centre, and had been stuck back together with sellotape so ancient it had turned yellow. He ran his fingers over the sepia-tinted faces, adrift in memory.

His eyes roved over the figures in the photograph. Two men leant casually on a railing overlooking the French Riviera. The larger of the duo had long, dark hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck. The fine stitching and expensive cut of his brocade vest and jacket was evident even though the picture was damaged so badly. His eyes -- filled with dignity, power and a touch of arrogance -- were trained on the man next to him.

Shorter and significantly slighter of build, the smaller of the two men had lighter coloured hair messily tied back with a leather thong. His shirt was untucked slightly, and a lit cigarette dangled from between slender fingers.

A smile played at the corner of his mouth, caught forever looking up at his companion with strength and rebellion... but the undertone of respect was unmistakable.

He looked up from the worn picture and sighed into the dark night's air.

Things just weren't the same anymore. And no matter how much he wished, they would never be again.

This thought depressed and upset him more than he liked, and that made him angry. The anger was comforting, however, and helped him to get his mind back to task.

Voices carried up from the street below. He looked over the edge of the building. Lifting his hand to look at the photo one more time, resolve settled on his face and he put it away carefully in his pocket.

Now was not the time for reminiscing over what was.

Now was the time for revenge.

He snorted contemptuously at the figures below, before raising a mocking eyebrow.

"How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of a night thing..."

~finis