open_on_sunday prompt, Bar #2

[lady_windermere]

There were internal bars in Angel’s body. They held his demon inside, while he was left to feed on rats. He could no longer hunt, had not tasted human blood in a decade. Even the bottled stuff was off limits to him. He had no purpose, direction or self-respect. Dirty, ragged and aimless, Whistler found him. Told him he had a future. That he was needed, he could help to maintain the balance between Good and Evil.

Angel looked at him, it had been a while since anyone had paid any attention to him, that he was willing to listen.

Comments

[zoesmith.livejournal.com]

Ooooh! I like that so much! I love the metaphor!
Poor lost Angel, I'm glad he found his way!
That was super honey!

*kisses*

[kindredspirit75.livejournal.com]

Oh, just beautiful, my darling. Such feeling in so few words.

[aschicca.livejournal.com]

I love the image of Angel with bars inside him... it's very true and kinda haunting. Poor boy... *hugs him*

*hugs you too*