Disclaimer: Lyrics belong the Who. The characters of Angel & BtVS belong to
Mutant Enemy.
Notes: Muse kept nagging me while ASH sang
(man, what a voice) *eg* I was
listening to the soundclip of ASH (as Giles) singing a portion of this song and
started thinking of a certain blue-eyed watcher/demon hunter. *eg*
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No one knows
what it’s like
To be the bad
man
To be the sad
man
Behind blue
eyes
Wesley sat on the sofa in his apartment, feeling
melancholy. No one stopped by
today. Not even Lilah. He had nowhere in particular to go -- no job
waiting to be done.
No one knows
what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
Telling only
lies
He'd survived a slit throat so he could tell his friends
why he'd taken Connor. But the only
reaction he'd received lately was hatred.
They all thought and believed he'd betrayed them.
But my dreams,
they aren’t as empty
As my
conscience seems to be
I have hours,
only lonely
My love is
vengeance
'You'll never amount to anything.'
His father's voice echoed in his mind. He'd failed as a Watcher in Sunnydale. Not only had he lost one Slayer, but
two. He'd hoped to make a new start in
L.A. and, for a time, he succeeded.
No one knows
what it’s like
Like I do
And I blame
you
His thoughts turned, fueling the building anger. He'd survived much since coming to the City
of Angels. He'd become a valuable
researcher, using his vast knowledge to help Angel Investigations fight the
supernatural. When Angel fired them,
Wesley stepped up and assumed the role of employer. He'd done so much for these people -- fought beside them, taken a
bullet, tortured... Even when the
others became preoccupied with their own personal matters, Wesley kept going, a
silent vigil.
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
He always kept in mind that Angel was still Angelus,
nearly 300-year old vampire with a soul.
For all Angel's good intentions and though he was different from others
of his kind, he was still a vampire and a dangerous force. Wesley had studied vampires throughout his
studies at Watcher's Academy. Instinct
drove them.
But my dreams,
they aren’t as empty
As my
conscience seems to be
I have hours,
only lonely
My love is
vengeance
Hope
and anger warred with each other – Hope that the others would come to their
senses and realize he had the right intentions; anger that no one had done
so. He’d hoped things had become amicable
when Gunn had shown up at his door. But
hope was dashed when Gunn, a man he’d taken a bullet for, had come only for a
cure for Fred, who’d been infested by a creature demon. A group of demons released by Angel’s
dangerous mistake of conjuring dark majicks.
When my fist
clenches, crack it open
Before I use
it and lose my cool
When I smile,
tell me some bad news
If I swallow
anything evil
Put your
finger down my throat
If I shiver,
please give me a blanket
Keep me warm,
let me wear your coat
Angel
made such human mistakes and they forgave him willingly. ‘Probably has moved back into the office,’
Wesley thought glumly. He lay on the
sofa, hugging a pillow to his chest.
Wesley had done what he believed to be the right thing to do for all
involved. Why couldn’t they see?
No one knows
what it’s like
To be the bad
man
To be the sad
man