Walking in Central
Park at midnight, a light cold rain weeped from heaven hung on the leaf less
trees like tiny crystal beads. Paige looked around at the dark fairyland as he
walked deeper into the empty parklands until he was completely alone or so he
thought. He jumped around happily like a blacken pixy laughing and spinning
around with his trench coat swooshing around in the wind and boots stomping
merrily in the snow as a pair of haunted eyes watched. The eyes’ owner licked
his lips in anticipation as his face curled into an inhuman smile.
With an almighty
lunge the creature flew out of its hiding spot and flew towards Paige from
behind pinning him to the ground. Paige howled as the creature’s talon like
nails dug into his back, it threw back his head in victory ready to strike down
its yellowed fangs when it received a swift kick in the face as it flew back off
its victim.
Paige buried his
face into the snow, he was scared shitless, he thought some kind of dog had
attacked him but when he turned his head to see what had hit him. He saw another
man there with a piece of wood staking in into the heart of the beast and then
turning into ashes. Paige passed out into the cold snow.
His savoir was an
alabaster-skinned man with short dark hair and a piercing gaze; he wore a long
black trench coat much like Paige’s and black clothes. He saw that he was
passed out and injured, it was a cold and lonely night at the park, and he
wondered what this man had been doing here dancing around. He had been watching
him from afar almost mesmerized by his sweet face, his eyes shut as he spun in
the silent falling snow.
Scooping him up in
his strong hands he ran like a whisk of smoke through the back roads of the city
that never sleeps up to the office of “Angel Investigations” laying him on a
cot bed there. He was alone, Cordillia and not even the Watcher was here which
was strange even to him. He propped up the mans limp body and stripped away his
coat and shirt, it was black with red letters on it that he ignored as he rested
his body on its stomach. He walked away quickly to the medicine cabinet for some
antibacterial spray and Band-Aids.
Paige slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes very
slowly only now just realizing that he was not in the park anymore. Paige
quickly closed his eyes again as he heard footsteps come towards him.
The man knelt
above him and started to clean the claw marks left by the beast on the mans soft
vanilla white skin his hands lingering on his back stroking the soft flesh. He
stopped hesitantly as he realized what he was doing and continued diligently to
clean up the cuts.
Paige felt shocked
at the softness of the mans touches, so gentle but his hands were so cold,
reminding him of his ex-lover Jay’s anemic embrace. He rationalized in his
mind that who ever this was, he saved him from being eaten in the park and he
means no harm so Paige melted slowly at his touch and relaxed.
The man with the icy hands slowly reached over and brushed the spikes of black hair away from the sweet face he had been watching all night and he felt something burning inside, a hollow slowly fill within him. Temptation pushed his face close to the sleeping mans face to lay a small kiss on his pinkish lips. He pulled away quickly, frightened at what he had just done he quickly pulled over the sheet over Paige’s now bandaged back and left swiftly out to the fire escape. He needed to breathe, he didn’t know what had driven to kiss the man, in all his hundreds of years of existence he had never touched someone like that, a man. He stared blankly into the starless night just as he did every night he had left Buffy, this is where his thoughts would concentrate on her and her alone and forget all his duties. But tonight, no vision of the blonde woman flickered in his mind, only that of the sweet-faced man that danced with his eyes closed in the snow.