#603 - Buffy/Dorian Gray (LXG)
Title - The Corruption of Dorian Gray
Author - LostMarbles (duh who else?)
Pairing - FFA #603 Buffy/Dorian Gray
Disclaimer - I still own diddley, but don’t own Buffy or Dorian (dammit)
Buffy - Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy. Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
A.N. - Another FFA from yours truly. I’ve decided to see if lightening will strike twice and go with the 1st person POV once again. Especially since the 1st chapter is the one to receive the most reviews - hint, hint. Also you’d have to ignore Dorian’s death in LXG (obviously). And though he may seem OoC if you read Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray you’ll see where I came up with his obsession with good and evil. I highly recommend it, it’s a very interesting read. Oh and I’m just guessing his age in this cause I don’t feel like looking it up.
I have lived nearly two hundred years and in my time I have witnessed the evil inherent in all mankind. I’ve seen good, righteous men do the unspeakable in the name of their beliefs. And I have learned one eternal truth - no one is above corruption.
So when my services were . . . acquired to seduce one young woman into fight for the darkness she had been fighting against. I was arrogantly sure that I would accomplish my set task in no time at all . . . arrogantly foolish it seems now. When I was given a picture of the woman I was actually eager to begin, I had been handed the epitome of goodness. Long golden hair, full rosy lips, tiny nose and large hazel eyes full of innocence - something that had been lost in my life long ago.
I followed her for weeks, learning her routine not quite sure how to approach her, as she was quite different from anyone I had ever met before. So I watched, as by day she worked at a menial job as a barmaid. I’d sit in a booth and watch as she dodged grabbing hands and leering glances, as she broke up fights to be caregiver and provider to an ungrateful sister. When she left, I’d follow at a distance and watch as she became an Angel of Death stalking the undead and destroying evil. Thus, was my routine for nearly two weeks.
Til one day when she simply vanished. I haunted the bar she worked for weeks, unintentionally stopping skirmishes as I tried to learn her whereabouts from her former employer, to no success. I followed the route she had followed as I stalked the cemeteries as she once had, killing any vampire that happened to cross my path. Still I had no luck in finding her.
My employers were understandably upset and gave me one more month to find her and finish my assigned task, if I didn’t they would terminate my contract and coincidentally me.
Though I did continue my search for her, in my search I began hunting what she hunted and saving those same sheep that she saved and I began to enjoy the warm feeling I attained from it. I finally lay eyes on her again on December twenty-fifth, the due day my employers had set for me and as I crumbled before her stunned eyes I was able to tell her *Merry Christmas* with my last breath.
She had managed to do what was thought impossible and bring good into my life, and although she’ll never know the impact she made on me, in that moment she was not the Angel of Death I had dubbed her, but my Angel of Light. And no matter where I end I know I’ll have her purity to keep me warm.
As I said before, no one is above corruption, what I failed to mention is that not all corruption is in evils favour.