open_on_sunday prompt Cause(s) #2 & #3
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My final two drabbles for the prompt
Angel had spent a centaury riddled with guilt, without a vocation or direction. He had little contact with anyone, a vampire with a soul, he didn’t fit in with demons or humans. What little contract he had with humans, they wanted something from him. Now he hid out in alleys and fed off rats.
That was until Whistler came with offers of a direction, a position in the fight against Good and Evil. Angel took the opportunity to help the girl, he fell for the girl, but had to leave her. He was determined to continue the fight in L.A.
Spike always had someone who gave him direction. First his ailing mother, then his wicked dark plum, Buffy. When he gave up his life to save the world, he never thought to come back as a ghost at W&H. Even less did he think to take up Angel’s cause. Now, reading poetry to a group of demons in what could be his last day, again, it seemed that for every cause, and for everyone who gave him one, death was the beginning, and the end, of the bargain. Spike would even give his life for the pouf’s battles as well.
Angel had spent a centaury riddled with guilt, without a vocation or direction. He had little contact with anyone, a vampire with a soul, he didn’t fit in with demons or humans. What little contract he had with humans, they wanted something from him. Now he hid out in alleys and fed off rats.
That was until Whistler came with offers of a direction, a position in the fight against Good and Evil. Angel took the opportunity to help the girl, he fell for the girl, but had to leave her. He was determined to continue the fight in L.A.
Spike always had someone who gave him direction. First his ailing mother, then his wicked dark plum, Buffy. When he gave up his life to save the world, he never thought to come back as a ghost at W&H. Even less did he think to take up Angel’s cause. Now, reading poetry to a group of demons in what could be his last day, again, it seemed that for every cause, and for everyone who gave him one, death was the beginning, and the end, of the bargain. Spike would even give his life for the pouf’s battles as well.