And of course going home feeling Bad and Wrong.Which, ok, sad, but he's so good at it. I'd rather watch that actor have a bad day then ten others having a good day. Which makes me fear for my sanity long-term, and makes me think that positive attitude thing? DOA. Although, this is the darkest thing I've written to date.

Are you going to do any of Angelus' POV/inside his head? Because, talk about a complementing darkness....

I hadn't thought of it. Do you think I should?

If it feels right you, absolutely. You could also have Angelus articulate some of that darkness, rather than switching to an interior POV. Let the darkness in him leak out.

But, despite claims to the contrary after snarking through "Titanic" and the end of "Terms of Endearment" I have no idea how to be a soulless monster. (Ok, to be fair the first time I saw it I sniffled, too. But the fourth time, I was all "Who dies in makeup?" Stupid female-bonding rituals. Be more funny.)

See, I always felt that the darkness Angelus leaked out came from his memory of his soul. Not soulless - without the memory of what he lost, I think he'd just bite people and be inarticulate. It's the knowledge (even if he can't feel it) that he's lost something precious that makes him even more evil.

Reflecting that would be fun.

(and me off to run errands, so if there's more and I don't comment, it's just because I'm not home to read it. But I will later, oh yes, you dambetcha.)

Hmm.Yes, he knows what he's missing.I could write that. I just thought I would start with Angelus, Taunting Bastard. And I believe I will take a break from it for a few hours myself(not that I haven't ever, but I have kind of been eating and sleeping this. See what I mean? Bayliss. )But this evening, I'll bet I come up with something. I will have plenty of time. No love life and a mom who anticipates " America's Most Wanted" on Saturday nights...we both need more hobbies, stat.

Humans have the wrong picture of vampiric life, Angelus thinks. And yes, for the first fifty years, he did a lot of basking. In late nights, inhuman strength and freedom from the pox. It was a simple life. Bloody, but simple. But one wriggling, begging human is very like another one(although he still would make an exception for the pale brown-eyed one...the darker one would never have a fledgling's proper respect for authority.) What the humans called depravity and serial murder was mostly a quest for stimulation, with breaking Drusilla's mind representing his greatest living(or unliving) project.
He still curses the day he ran into the Romany wench, not so much because of the leash the regenerated soul places on his impulses, but because the soul feels so present even in its absence. It is not enough to feed and sleep beside another cold body. The emptiness cries out for newer, more vivid, cruelty.

Mmm. I love the last paragraph, erika.

Also, the idea of Vamp!Tim is wibbleworthy in the extreme.

Really? I used to be a hearts-and flowers girl once. Honestly. Now, I'm deeply corrupted. And gonna find and beat up a sloppy fic writer somewhere who wrote as Tim and gave Adena the wrong name. No way! He'll remember her name when he's forgotten his name.I know I'm a rookie who never finishes, but I could still take her.(And I think I sound snobbish, controlling, and adversarial.But I'm right, damn it. How hard is it?)And apparently, the words only come when I'm taking time from something else...make me feel guilty. Do I owe any of you a thank you note?