Post by The Muse on May 30, 2009 1:06:48 GMT -5
Title: Tumbling Dice
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Cyvus Vail
Summary: Wesley’s final thoughts and musings before his fight with Cyvus Vail in “Not Fade Away.”
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Word Count: 698
Author's Note: Thanks Wes.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce knew he was going to die as soon as he first laid eyes on Cyvus Vail. Once he agreed to take on the warlock, Wesley had attuned himself to the magic’s, using a few incantations he had learned over the years. Opening himself up to the magical energy also made him more aware of the power of other magic users. When Wesley saw Vail, the frail demon’s power slammed into Wesley like an ice cold wave. It had taken all of his focus to not double over right there, as if he had been kicked in the gut. Now he sat across from the ancient warlock, trying to focus on the task at hand, knowing that in the end, this fight was already decided.
Wesley knew he was not powerful enough to win, but he still had a job to accomplish. If anything, he could buy the other’s time to make their kills and meet at the alleyway north of the Hyperion Hotel. Vail was limited physically, relying on various transfusions of blood to keep his tired body moving, Wesley could use that to his advantage if his magic was ineffective.
The decrepit wizard looked at Wesley from across the long wooden table. He was eating a soup of some kind, which Wesley thought looked like blood and maybe even human intestine. Stifling a grimace, the former Watcher waited for Vail to speak.
“I’m curious,” Vail started, slurping a spoonful of his soup, “Mmm. What makes you think I won’t kill you where you sit?”
Wesley had expected this, and although he knew Vail would kill him tonight, he still had to convince the demon to back off slightly. By choosing his words carefully, Wesley would be able to strike first. Earlier, Angel told Wesley that Vail had mentioned him by name at Angel’s meeting with the Circle of the Black Thorn. They knew about Wesley’s betrayal two years prior, which was the only reason he was allowed in the door in the first place, and a tool he could use.
“Because you’re smarter than the others.” Wesley began, his face content as he looked across the table. Vail wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin as Wesley continued. “Smart enough to have your doubts about Angel, and rightly so. He’s…unpredictable, and worse, he has a conscience.” Wesley finished, each word a piercing dagger into Vail’s defenses. He waited for the demon’s reply; he knew the moment he had to strike was fast approaching. The warlock’s brittle voice cut through the dining room.
“Well, you make a very persuasive argument,” Vail smirked.
This was it. The end. Wesley felt his hand warm as he began channeling energy into it. It was only a few hours ago that he raised that same hand in Angel’s office, vowing to give his life if it meant taking down the Circle. Vail’s intense magical presence still filled the room with tangible dread, and Wesley was further reminded of his promise, not only to Angel, but also to Illyria. He had told her that he didn’t intend to die tonight, that even though the love of his life was gone, he wanted to continue fighting.
Angel needed him. They needed him, and he was about to die. In this final moment, he realized that he hoped Illyria would not be too angry with him. Despite his desire to stay in this world and look after his only remaining link to Fred, he had to see this through. His right hand burned in agreement; it was ready to strike. He continued to stare at Cyvus Vail as a small flame began to spin outwards from his palm.
“Wait. It gets better.” Wesley countered, jumping to his feet and simultaneously sending the conjured fireball across the table. It smacked Vail in the chest, sending the decaying devil backwards and crashing to the floor.
Vail hadn’t even landed on the floor before Wesley could feel the warlock gathering his magic inward, preparing to strike. Wesley almost grinned, content that his final opponent would indeed win. He stepped forward, his hand already ablaze with a second fireball.
“Let’s get to work, shall we?”
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Fandom: Angel
Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Cyvus Vail
Summary: Wesley’s final thoughts and musings before his fight with Cyvus Vail in “Not Fade Away.”
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Word Count: 698
Author's Note: Thanks Wes.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce knew he was going to die as soon as he first laid eyes on Cyvus Vail. Once he agreed to take on the warlock, Wesley had attuned himself to the magic’s, using a few incantations he had learned over the years. Opening himself up to the magical energy also made him more aware of the power of other magic users. When Wesley saw Vail, the frail demon’s power slammed into Wesley like an ice cold wave. It had taken all of his focus to not double over right there, as if he had been kicked in the gut. Now he sat across from the ancient warlock, trying to focus on the task at hand, knowing that in the end, this fight was already decided.
Wesley knew he was not powerful enough to win, but he still had a job to accomplish. If anything, he could buy the other’s time to make their kills and meet at the alleyway north of the Hyperion Hotel. Vail was limited physically, relying on various transfusions of blood to keep his tired body moving, Wesley could use that to his advantage if his magic was ineffective.
The decrepit wizard looked at Wesley from across the long wooden table. He was eating a soup of some kind, which Wesley thought looked like blood and maybe even human intestine. Stifling a grimace, the former Watcher waited for Vail to speak.
“I’m curious,” Vail started, slurping a spoonful of his soup, “Mmm. What makes you think I won’t kill you where you sit?”
Wesley had expected this, and although he knew Vail would kill him tonight, he still had to convince the demon to back off slightly. By choosing his words carefully, Wesley would be able to strike first. Earlier, Angel told Wesley that Vail had mentioned him by name at Angel’s meeting with the Circle of the Black Thorn. They knew about Wesley’s betrayal two years prior, which was the only reason he was allowed in the door in the first place, and a tool he could use.
“Because you’re smarter than the others.” Wesley began, his face content as he looked across the table. Vail wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin as Wesley continued. “Smart enough to have your doubts about Angel, and rightly so. He’s…unpredictable, and worse, he has a conscience.” Wesley finished, each word a piercing dagger into Vail’s defenses. He waited for the demon’s reply; he knew the moment he had to strike was fast approaching. The warlock’s brittle voice cut through the dining room.
“Well, you make a very persuasive argument,” Vail smirked.
This was it. The end. Wesley felt his hand warm as he began channeling energy into it. It was only a few hours ago that he raised that same hand in Angel’s office, vowing to give his life if it meant taking down the Circle. Vail’s intense magical presence still filled the room with tangible dread, and Wesley was further reminded of his promise, not only to Angel, but also to Illyria. He had told her that he didn’t intend to die tonight, that even though the love of his life was gone, he wanted to continue fighting.
Angel needed him. They needed him, and he was about to die. In this final moment, he realized that he hoped Illyria would not be too angry with him. Despite his desire to stay in this world and look after his only remaining link to Fred, he had to see this through. His right hand burned in agreement; it was ready to strike. He continued to stare at Cyvus Vail as a small flame began to spin outwards from his palm.
“Wait. It gets better.” Wesley countered, jumping to his feet and simultaneously sending the conjured fireball across the table. It smacked Vail in the chest, sending the decaying devil backwards and crashing to the floor.
Vail hadn’t even landed on the floor before Wesley could feel the warlock gathering his magic inward, preparing to strike. Wesley almost grinned, content that his final opponent would indeed win. He stepped forward, his hand already ablaze with a second fireball.
“Let’s get to work, shall we?”
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