Prompt Table #1 - Song Titles - Day's Go By

Title: Days Go By
Author: anamcara420
Characters: Angel
Prompt Table #2 – Song Titles
Prompt: # 2 Days Go By
Word Count: 467
Rating: G
Summary: After Don’t Fade Away, Angel is alone.


Days and nights go by endlessly. I am alone. I don’t remember what happened in the alley after I stabbed the dragon in its throat. There was a sudden flame, a raging roar and then nothing. When I opened my eyes, the alley was filled with shattered debris and clouds of dust. Every building had collapsed. I had apparently been flung by some force into the street. I crawled into the crumbling hotel and hid until my broken bones and battered body healed. Afterwards, I searched the rubble for nights, my bleeding hands lifting the fragmented bricks and metal to search for the bodies of my friends. I found Gunn’s body tangled in fencing and crushed beneath a mound of bricks. I buried him in that famous celebrity cemetery – Forest Lawn. He’d get a kick out of that.

I never found Illyria. I never found Spike. If he had been dusted, I would never have been able to tell him apart from all of the dust floating in the air of the ravaged alley or scattered on the pitted ground.

Days go by and I cannot sleep. Nights go by and I stalk the darkness. At times I watch over the city from the shattered window of one of the rooms in the hotel. The old hotel saw my hatred for humans long ago and silently observed my joy at the unexpected birth of my son and my despair at his loss. It must have watched in disbelief at my recent egotism and failure. It will soon be demolished. I have heard that the remains of the entire block will be removed and rebuilt.

I have lived too long. I should leave this cursed city; the city of my arrogance and defeat. But I can’t leave; not yet. I keep hoping against all reason that somehow he escaped or shanshued and perhaps he would be somehow pulled to me. But if he shanshued, he would be human. The connection between Sire and Childe would be severed. He would never remember me; never remember our years together. I remember every day and night. I remember the passion, the torture, the anger, the hatred, the love. I remember the nights with Darla and Drusilla; the nights alone with him. I remember the nights that haunt me; the nights and years that I wasted. I see his face before me…Spike’s face with his penetrating disdainful eyes; his scornful smirk mocking all my pretensions. I see William’s gentle face; the breathtakingly beautiful face that glistened with tears of anguish whenever I tormented him.

Days go by…nights go by and I wait, losing all hope. One day I will have the courage to walk outside and wait for the sun to rise. There is no one here this time to stop me.