Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron.
AN: This is pretty rough and I'll probably go back and re-write it. Just tell me what you think.
Alec was quiet.
It wasn't too often it happened.
When it did, everything was still.
His heart would beat.
It was fast. Too fast to be human.
His hands would clasp around the cold, sweating glass.
Amber-gold liquid. Down the hatch.
It burns, but it feels good.
It makes him forget.
Alec has to forget.
He needs to sleep.
Cold, gray walls greet him when he sleeps.
Amber-gold liquid keeps him warm.
Sweet perfume.
Alec looks up.
Pretty girl. Too thin with long dark hair. She scowls at him and runs to another man.
Alec was jealous.
The girl can kill the man by touching him. The man can kill the girl by holding onto her.
Alec likes…no loves the girl.
He won't say it.
When he says it, the girl will die.
He can't…won't let it happen again.
It hurts too much.
Amber-gold liquid. It's harsh. It burns. It destroys.
Alec wants-no-needs to be destroyed.
He holds up the glass. Green eyes shine back, his eyes reflecting in the glass.
Killer. Eyes cold and merciless. A number.
"Hey Alec, want to play a game of pool?"
"Later, Sketch."
Alec wants to be alone.
He closes his eyes.
A girl, injured and dying, dances before him.
Her face, so sweet and gentle smiles up at him, whispering with love, "Simon."
Alec growls.
The girl never leaves him alone.
The pain never ends.
He drinks. Sets the glass down and exhales.
He gets up and throws a wad of bills at the bartender.
Alec walks out into the cool Seattle air.
He looks up at the sky. It's peaceful.
Walking home, Alec was quiet.