Written For: Challenge 12: Red As Blood at drabblesoup.
Spoilers/Setting: The first half of Season Two.
Summary: Angel is faced with temptation.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
There’s nothing so red as spilled blood. The rich copper scent of it hangs heavy on the air, making the demon that resides beside Angel’s soul stir, whispering at the back of his mind: ‘Go ahead, taste it; what harm could one little taste do?’
Human blood, something Angel hasn’t allowed himself the smallest sip of since he regained his soul, and there’s so much of it, soaking into the ground, wasted, but he won’t kneel to lap it like a dog, he still has some pride, and he won’t drink from the victim.
The demon inside him rages, powerless.