Title: Depth Perception (1/1)
Author: Morgan R.
Email: Lshallot@juno.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: That was a messy thing
Feedback: Show love
SPOILERS: Sleep Tight
Author's Note: Poor Wesley. I've been his number one fan since back in the day when he was a prissy idiot, and even now that he deserves respect, he still can never catch a break.
****
Lying in the grass of his own yard with blood oozing between his fingers, Wesley can't help but think back to that night, when the motions were so similar but the intentions were so different.
Justine had cut his throat like a pig, and it really had nothing to do with him. He was rather unfortunate to be the one on the receiving end, but she hadn't had a thought to spare for Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
It was so different, almost insulting in comparison.
Every time Faith had sliced through him, she had been thinking of him. Thinking of Wesley, lusting after his pain and delighting in it like a lover. Wesley's torment had ravished her, left her aching and intoxicated. Every wince, every choked-off cry- she had looked like poetry.
So naturally, Justine slaughtering him because he was an obstacle was a bit upsetting.
Or perhaps it was more upsetting that he recalled those hours in the hands of an almost broken girl so fondly, so tenderly. She had wanted him to hate her so badly, but Wesley couldn't help but sympathize with someone who loathed him. Faith's disgust for what he was could never match his own, after all, but it had been a relief to watch her try. Even she couldn't cut deep enough to make it hurt like he wanted, to reopen and bleed in the ugly scarred places which needed renewal. He had looked up into her dark, dilated eyes, and thought it somewhat lovely that she might have been the only person capable of understanding.
He wishes Justine had cut a little deeper.
Not for the metaphorical sake this time- but if she had done her job a little better, he would at least be unconscious by now, and he'd be that much closer to finally being stripped of his masks and given all the retribution eternity can offer.
dark
*
wet
*
throat
*
then
*
quiet
*
(Justine, I thought you hated vampires. Were you only jealous after all?)
****
finis
****