starlit_desires | Ficlet: Powerless 1/1

I recently issued a drabble challenge over at filthyharlot (the challenge was: to write a drabble of Illyria & one other emotion.) I decided to write a fic based on that challenge, this is the first result. I might write another, I am not too sure.

Title: Powerless
Author: Sweetness (ficathon@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss Whedon and Co.
Distribution: My site (http://fanfiction.angel-buffy.com), if you already have permission, just let me know. Otherwise, ask.
Notes: Just a little drabble written based on a challenge that I issued about Illyria & emotions.
Feedback: Yes please :)

She was powerless, ever since Wesley had drained her of her god-head. She was weak and useless. She knew that the survivors of the battle did not think she was powerless, but she knew otherwise. They could not know the power that she had had prior to Wesley draining her. She sometimes wished he had just killed her like Angel had wanted. To be a god but without power was to be weak. When her kind had still walked the earth she had punished others by draining them of their power. They would forever be immortal but they would have no power. If she had been someone else she would probably of said that it was justice of some sort, for all of her sins. But she was not someone else; she was not the innocent or weak Fred, whose body she inhabited. She was Illyria, a god-king, now reduced to something powerless and weak. If any of the other Ancient Ones had had plans like her, she would be prey to them now. She did not know what the future held for her and she did not want to know what it held for her. All she had to do was look towards Angel and Spike and see what type of life she would probably be forced to live all because she was powerless.