Author’s Notes: Short POV tale set post-Surprise. A great many people write stories where everyone, including Jenny, fully expect Angel to lose his soul, and he doesn’t. Then, they don’t bother to explain it. That kind of thing makes me write things like this. Don’t ask where this came from. All I’ll tell you is I was without internet for almost a week, and almost lost my fragile little mind.

Paralyzed

It’s not fair! At this moment, the bonds that hold me are so very thin, and it would take so little to free myself, but I can’t. It’s all his fault. Oh yeah, I was spoiling for a fight, but who knew he’d give it to me.

There’s only one problem. Eyghon kicked me ass before I killed him, and now, my one chance is passing me by. All it would take is one little push against the strands that bind him to me. If I could scream, I would, because the conditions on our curse not only state that I may free myself after a single moment of perfect happiness, but that it must be the first moment. I must start to unravel the bindings immediately, or be forever trapped. So, even if the Slayer and the Soul do it again, I’ll still be stuck.

This is supposed to be my moment! I have waited over a century for the soul to be happy. I just never expected it to be found in the arms of one who kills our brethren without a second thought.

Now, my chance has come, and I can’t take it. Because the Soul played hero, and I’m paralyzed.