Angel. (broodypants) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-10-23 00:16:00 |
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When it came to denial, Angel was an expert. He had to be. Having a soul gave him a conscience, but it didn't rid him of his vampire instincts. He still wanted to kill people, to tear them open and bathe in their blood, to cut a swath of destruction everywhere he went -- he just couldn't. So he repressed it. But some of his instincts got a whole lot harder to repress around Darla. He knew he was playing a dangerous game when he offered to come over to her apartment. He could already feel it simmering inside of him: the passion, the desire to please her, to let what was right take a backseat to what felt good. After the stress of the last few days, it all sounded pretty damn tempting, but he knew the path that kind of thing could lead him down. Which was why he told himself that he was only going up to check on her. He'd make sure she was okay, maybe see if she was running low on blood, and then he'd go home. That was all. Really. No matter what the nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach seemed to indicate. After steeling himself with a deep (and technically unnecessary) breath, Angel knocked on her door. He didn't need to say anything; she'd know it was him even without hearing his voice or looking through the peephole. |