Title: Minor Oedipal Complex
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Spoilers: Up to Orpheus for AtS.
Summary: Quickie Challenge Response, Pairing# 13
My father had to be the luckiest man alive.
Well, not alive, because he was dead. But still, he was the luckiest creature on this planet. Not only was he the only vampire in this world being given a free ticket, he had to be friends with the most beautiful women in existence.
And they all loved him.
Every single last one of these women adored my father. Fred, she practically worshipped the ground that my father walked on. It was always, Angel this and Angel that. I don't know how Gunn ever managed to put up with it. All that woman ever talked about was how much she owed Angel for saving her from Pylea. She made a good point, but she made it so often. If my father was so great, why didn't Fred just chase after him instead of putting Wesley and Gunn through this jealous thing they were doing? It would be the nice
thing to do, since neither one of them was ever going to match up to the greatness of Angel in her mind.
Cordelia. Well, what could I say about Cordelia? Angel was everything to Cordelia, even though it was my child she was pregnant with. By the way, that whole situation is leaving me kind of uneasy. I want to tell people about it, but she won't tell me. It's kind of strange the way she keeps insisting on keeping it quiet. Actually, Cordelia's been acting strange overall for the past week or so. She keeps snapping at me, but then again, maybe it really is those mood-swings that pregnant women have.
But again, we're focusing on how she loves Angel, right? And she does, sickeningly so. Every other word out of her mouth is Angel. She just has to know what he's doing, every single minute of every day. And she gets so jealous, of everyone. When that Gwen woman was around, I swear, I thought she was going to start spitting nails. Cordelia was so in love with my father that I think I chased after her just to spite both of them. Whatever, it was all too complex for me to figure out.
And then there was Lilah. Technically, that woman had been in love with Wesley, but didn't she ever have an obsession with my dad. Of course, her obsession was born out of her evil plans involving the end of the world and the like, but still. She spent a lot of her time thinking on dear old dad.
Faith herself was another woman lost to the charms of my old man. Except it wasn't really a love sort of thing, more of an idolizing sort of thing. My dad was her model of good behaviour, the way she was going to find redemption. That was a load of crock in my opinion. My dad, soul or not, was a demon. He wasn't going to be some sort of shining example of humanity because he wasn't human. And that had nothing to do with my whole bitterness against Angel thing. No, it was common sense. There was no way my dad could
be the all around wholesome figure Faith wanted. He was a VAMPIRE for Christ's sake. And a vampire, by his very nature, is evil. Dad may be a slight exception, but he is still a vampire. If Faith wanted to idolize someone on her way to redemption, she might want to
look to someone else because she was bound to be let down at some point. Vampires, no matter how cursed or not, would never be saints.
And finally, today, I met the latest in the string of women who adore my father. Willow. A redheaded witch from the Hellmouth who was entirely too beautiful to have that much black magic in her. Holtz had always taught me that witches were evil things, creatures
that coveted with the Devil and deserved to be burned alongside with all the demons.
He might have changed his mind if he had gotten the chance to see Willow. I know I did.
There was no way someone that gorgeous could be evil. And I'm not talking about outer beauty, though that is a great factor. I've heard stories about this girl, about her generosity and caring nature, and they all failed to do her justice. She was sweet, friendly, and had this tendency to go on and on about whatever came to mind first.
She was, in essence, the definition of cute. I hadn't really understood `cute' until I met her. Cordelia and Fred love telling me how `cute' I had been as a child, but I didn't see it. I mean, they showed me pictures. My face was all small and wrinkly. I had no hair for one thing, and I was always sleeping. How was that `cute'?
No, Willow was cute. She was flat out the cutest thing in the world. Hell, the way she greeted me, in all my inherited surliness, was proof of that. All wide-eyed and smiles when she looked up at me, identified me, and then made some remarks about my appearance. I'm not really all that androgynous, am I? And as for this sneer, I developed it on my own. No way could my father take credit for this facial expression. It took me seventeen years to get it to the point where demons used to cower when faced with it. My sneer, not Angel's.
But I didn't have time to tell her that. She was too busy off, talking excitedly with Fred and then Wesley, skipping up to Cordelia's room for a chat before coming up with a way to restore Angel's soul. Another really cute thing about Willow-her mind never stopped working. One second she was just casually catching up with Cordelia, and the next, she had the solution to all our troubles. I tried to follow her train of thought during her strategy session with Fred, but even I couldn't keep up with it. So I just held the candles like instructed and sneered my own distinct sneer.
And presto! About ten minutes later, she had Angel's soul out and about, ready to stick back into my father's body. The appearance of the scary demon head thingy didn't even faze her while Cordelia, one the bravest people I have known, was shaking in its leave. Talk about strength.
By the end of the day, everything had been wrapped up all nice and pretty. Angel was back (I'm still not sure how I feel about that) and Faith was all right, back to full Slayer strength- I found that out personally. And it was all because of this amazing little redhead from Sunnydale.
She left entirely too soon for my liking. I wanted her to stay, to be around when we faced off against our own big evil. She would be useful to have around, to say the least. She was
incredible, in her magic and her presence. Just a couple of hours in LA and she brought our lives back into order. She should stay, or I should go with her. There was still so much I didn't know about her, so many things I wanted to ask her, and possibly, get a few kisses
out of the deal.
Hey, I'm eighteen. What do you expect?
But she was leaving, and taking Faith with her. There was this whole emotional goodbye thing that I was left out of. Not that it bothered me or anything, I'm just saying, those two girls were all anxious to say goodbye to my dad without sparing me another glance.
Okay, not true. Faith gave me a playful threat before leaving. That might have been her version of a heartfelt parting, I don't know. That girl was strange, even for me. Must be the Slayer thing.
Willow, well, she was all smiles for everyone, but especially for my father. With a grin to everyone, she said goodbye, but for my father, she had a hug and a kiss. If there was ever a moment of weakness in which I wished to be my father, that was it. She hugged him! As in put her arms around him, without fear, and pressed her lips against his cheek. And he didn't even flinch! Just smiled back, like it was an everyday thing for him to be hugged by such an incredibly sexy woman.
Oh yeah, it was. Hence bringing me back to the reason for this rather long rant. My father was the luckiest bastard in this world. All these gorgeous women, idolizing him or in love with him. It was so unfair to the rest of us men out there because we couldn't garner a second glance from these girls. And it's not like he could make anything of all their attention. Any action for dad and he's back to being evil. And I know that for a fact, Fred told me all about the loopholes in his curse.
Of course, that was the poetic justice of it all. Maybe the gypsies had seen all this coming, you know, the beautiful women who just clamoured to him. And in seeing that, they made it so that he wouldn't be able to enjoy a bit of it. I wouldn't put it past them, after all, they seemed very vicious when they were up to it.
Thinking about it that way, I felt a little better. Not great, but better. But it still wasn't fair. Wasting all those beauties on a man-well, not technically even a man-who could not enjoy them. There was something cosmically wrong with the universe.
You know what? I'm too screwed up. Wanting to kill my father, sleeping with my surrogate mother, and wanted to sleep with any other female my father ever had contact with.
Angelus was right. There should be a play. I could be lead and then maybe I'll meet some women who were actually interested in me. That is, if they weren't too put off with the whole sleeping with my kind of mother thing.
Whatever, my life sucks. I'm going to bed to dream of redheaded witches. Maybe things will be better in the morning.
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