The Tragic
Set in Angel back when Caritas was functional, beyond that, the timeline is your choice...
One day, Lorne comes into the club to find a small child sitting in the middle of the stage, humming to herself. She looks up at Lorne, smiles, and ends up going back to the hotel. The little girl is a muse, just being around her inspires creativity, genius, and in some cases, mischief. Wolfram and Hart wants to capture her to harness her power for their side, and the child has been sent to Lorne for protection, though who is doing the sending is a mystery.
It was late at night when Lorne returned from McDonalds (he had an inside friend) to his beloved club, Caritas. He unlocked the door and walked in when he suddenly was hit with an enormous sad feeling. He heard a little voice from the stage.
"The ousel cock, so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill,
"The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey;
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay."
"Hello?" Lorne asked. He looked around the corner and saw a small figure with very long, wavy brown hair, sitting on the stage with a leaf-crown on her head and with her back to him. "Excuse me?" the girl turned around and Lorne felt even more sadness radiating from her. "Hey, little girl," he said.
"You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen," Lorne walked closer to the little girl, but the closer he got, the sadder he got also. As if he'd lost someone close to him. He crouched next to the little girl.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked.
"Melpomene," she said. The girl couldn't have been more than four or five, but the dress she had on pooled around her and trailed for a few feet, and it looked like she had on big boots (her feet were covered by the dress). The girl turned around quickly and started singing again.
"Resuena el arpa del pensar,
con la canción,
que triste y dulce calma ya,
todo dolor.
"La idea surge angelical
en su claror,
y es ella canto celestial
de fe y amor."
"Do you know where your mommy is?" Lorne asked. The girl shook her head. "Okay,"Yep, we're going to see Angel," he said, picking up the sword and club. "Hurry up," come on. I'll take you somewhere,"
"Where?" the girl asked. Lorne thought of something.
"You're going to see the angels," he said. The girl smiled.
"Angels?" she asked. Lorne nodded. The girl picked up the long trail of dress and Lorne saw something gleam from under the lace.
"Hm," he moved the trail away and saw a large sword and a club. His eyes widened.
A/N: Yay! I finished the first chapter of my very first gidgetgirl challenge! Yay! Okay, the challenge it came from is above. Sadly nothing is mine. Here is the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Melpomene is not mine (yeah she belongs to the Greeks), the songs belong to Shakespeare and Mary Baker Eddy, Angel: the series is not mine, the plot is not mine, the words are not mine (they belong to the alphabet) and pleeeeeese please don't sue me because I only own ONE good pair of jeans (the others are simply okay).
So, read and review.