illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,
It felt good to be able to laugh in the midst of the hunt. It had been that way a long time ago, back when they were Angel Investigations instead of Wolfram and Hart. Back before Wesley had betrayed one of his best friends. There hadn't been much laughing after that. Not with them. Lilah had laughed but she was dead. Faith was like Lilah in all the bad ways and some of the good. They all fought on the same side in this never-ending battle, Faith, Lilah and himself. In the middle. Not the center, because that implied a certain level of importance reserved for the 'heroes', but in the middle. Where it wasn't so cleanly black and white.
Wesley released the blade from his wrist and wrapped his hand around the base as one of the vampires came near him, cleanly decapitating it before moving on to another. He could already feel the rush of adrenaline, singing in his blood, as he gave himself over to the thrill of a good fight. He felt more alive than he had in so long.