True Colours
By Thunder Chasing The Wind.
Disclaimer: I do not own this!!! Repeat: I do NOT own this!!! I only own my OC (whom anyone is welcome to, he's kinda annoying
N.B This story has almost no relevance to cannon whatsoever. Please don't moan at me about that.
Side note; GO THE ALL BLACKS!
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Angel sat on top of a low building in an area known for trouble. Even though business was going well (not well enough for Cordelia's liking however) Angel still watched over this city.
Across the road a woman walked with a confident stride, she was accosted by a small man, and followed him into an alley. Angel became alert. 'something about that just wasn't right' he thought, 'that woman knew exactly where she was going. why would she follow a strange little man into a dark ally?'
Angel's suspicions were confirmed as a hideous scream pierced the night. He leapt off the building and was racing along the alley when the scream came to an abrupt halt. Reaching the end of the ally, Angel saw a body lying on the ground and a dark shape moving up the brick wall. Angel moved over to it, grabbed its ankle, and pulled.
The figure dropped to the ground and Angel pulled back, expecting an attack. Rather, the figure picked himself up, dusted his sleeves and slept into the light.
Angel gasped, and the face of a child smiled at him, the boy could not have been more than fifteen when he was embraced.
"What's your problem buddy? This your girl or something? Don't worry she's in a far better place."
"Shuddup" Angel growled "give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you now"
The boy stepped closer and closer to Angel, who now realised the boy was wearing a straightjacket with the arms free. This unnerved Angel who involuntarily stepped back as the boy approached him.
"you want to know why your not going to kill me?" he said in a soft voice, "Because you don't want to."
With a jolt Angel realised this was true. He looked down at the body of the woman, her neck twisted at a grotesque angle and knew he should kill this soulless vampire. But he just couldn't bring himself to. He truly didn't want to.
Just as Angel was about to ask what the hell was going on the boy spoke
"well, friend, the night grows old quickly and I don't fancy ending my unlife as a shish-kebab, cheerio"
The boy began to climb the wall once again. Angel grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground.
"you ain't goin anywhere if it's not with me" Angel pronounced. He couldn't kill this strange vampire, but he could stop him killing anybody else. The boy was still on the ground, looking up at Angel.
"Okay" he said "Where are you going"
Once they were at Angel's home, the child looked around at the mythical weaponry
"Jeez" he said, grimacing "I'm definitely worried about closing my eyes round here"
"look kid," barked Angel "I have some questions for-"
"man, I'm damn sleepy. Its waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late for an interrogation. Where's your bed?"
Angel wrenched his jaws apart furiously. "There is absolutely no way you are sleeping in my bed!"
"relax, Action Vamp, not in it, under it."
As the boy walked toward Angel's room, Angel realised there was one question he just had to ask- "what's your name?"
The boy turned around to face Angel "Jester"
"I'm Angel"
As Jester turned back around Angel had the uncanny feeling he already knew that.
Cordelia was late, but she was sure she had a good reason. She pushed open the door of the office and yelled
"Angel!, Doyle!"
Cordelia dropped the large box she was carrying and waited for the guys to come running. They didn't. Doyle strolled in with a cup of coffee.
"hey Cordy" he set the coffee down on a desk "what's in the box?"
"This" Cordelia kicked the box "is my latest brainwave, see I thought, that we have a waiting room, and if we have someone to wait, they should have something to read while they, you know… wait."
"but…" Doyle protested as Cordelia took about five magazines from the large box.
"We don't have room for that box up here and I'm pretty sure Angel wont have the room downstairs."
"Sure he will Doyle, he's got a bed doesn't he? And everybody knows the only place to put boxes, is under beds!"
Doyle thought this over and realised he had no hope of persuading Cordelia to do anything else with this. "Okay" he said.
Cordelia smiled, picked up the box and headed off.
Angel put his head out the door of his office.
"Doyle, where's Cordelia going?"
Doyle sighed and picked up his coffee.
"she's gotten a box of magazines for our waiting room and says the only place to put boxes is under a bed, so she's gone to put that one under your bed."
Angel nodded, then realised
"Oh No!"
Angel arrived downstairs in time to see Cordelia practically throw the box under the bed, hear the loud curse and see the box being expelled from under the bed rather violently. Cordelia screamed.
"theres a d-d-demon under your bed"
Jester rolled out, looking disgusted.
"A demon? Please, I'm not that ugly. Am I?"
In the light Angel saw that, to the contrary, Jester was beautiful. He had deep red hair and a silvery sheen to his very pale skin. His eyes, however, were rather demon-like, he had no pupil, no iris. Instead the entirety of his eyes was covered with constantly swirling greys and silver-blues, with the occasional swirl of pink or green.
Cordelia took all of this in quicker than Angel and began to get over her fright.
"Okay" she pronounced, hands on hips. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jester" he said, bowing deeply.
"Oh, your a jester, huh? Then make me laugh!"
At once Cordelia began to laugh, her voice straining as she did not pause for breath.
"Jester" snapped Angel, suddenly.
"what" he said as Cordelia began to get very panicked "she told me to make her laugh!"
"Let her go. Now"
Jester sighed. As suddenly as she started, Cordelia stopped laughing. She sat down and tried to breathe normally.
"what…are…you? What…did you…do to me?"
"That, Delia darling…" Jester grinned impudently "is for me to know, and you to find out"
Jester bounced off the bed, the buckles in his straightjacket clicking.
"well, now that ive got up, might as well stay up. I'm off to check out the rest of this happenin' lil place"
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What do you think? Should I bother continuing? Please PLEASE review!!!
P.S. I am flame resistant
By Thunder Chasing The Wind.
Disclaimer: I do not own this!!! Repeat: I do NOT own this!!! I only own my OC (whom anyone is welcome to, he's kinda annoying
N.B This story has almost no relevance to cannon whatsoever. Please don't moan at me about that.
Side note; GO THE ALL BLACKS!
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Angel sat on top of a low building in an area known for trouble. Even though business was going well (not well enough for Cordelia's liking however) Angel still watched over this city.
Across the road a woman walked with a confident stride, she was accosted by a small man, and followed him into an alley. Angel became alert. 'something about that just wasn't right' he thought, 'that woman knew exactly where she was going. why would she follow a strange little man into a dark ally?'
Angel's suspicions were confirmed as a hideous scream pierced the night. He leapt off the building and was racing along the alley when the scream came to an abrupt halt. Reaching the end of the ally, Angel saw a body lying on the ground and a dark shape moving up the brick wall. Angel moved over to it, grabbed its ankle, and pulled.
The figure dropped to the ground and Angel pulled back, expecting an attack. Rather, the figure picked himself up, dusted his sleeves and slept into the light.
Angel gasped, and the face of a child smiled at him, the boy could not have been more than fifteen when he was embraced.
"What's your problem buddy? This your girl or something? Don't worry she's in a far better place."
"Shuddup" Angel growled "give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you now"
The boy stepped closer and closer to Angel, who now realised the boy was wearing a straightjacket with the arms free. This unnerved Angel who involuntarily stepped back as the boy approached him.
"you want to know why your not going to kill me?" he said in a soft voice, "Because you don't want to."
With a jolt Angel realised this was true. He looked down at the body of the woman, her neck twisted at a grotesque angle and knew he should kill this soulless vampire. But he just couldn't bring himself to. He truly didn't want to.
Just as Angel was about to ask what the hell was going on the boy spoke
"well, friend, the night grows old quickly and I don't fancy ending my unlife as a shish-kebab, cheerio"
The boy began to climb the wall once again. Angel grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground.
"you ain't goin anywhere if it's not with me" Angel pronounced. He couldn't kill this strange vampire, but he could stop him killing anybody else. The boy was still on the ground, looking up at Angel.
"Okay" he said "Where are you going"
Once they were at Angel's home, the child looked around at the mythical weaponry
"Jeez" he said, grimacing "I'm definitely worried about closing my eyes round here"
"look kid," barked Angel "I have some questions for-"
"man, I'm damn sleepy. Its waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late for an interrogation. Where's your bed?"
Angel wrenched his jaws apart furiously. "There is absolutely no way you are sleeping in my bed!"
"relax, Action Vamp, not in it, under it."
As the boy walked toward Angel's room, Angel realised there was one question he just had to ask- "what's your name?"
The boy turned around to face Angel "Jester"
"I'm Angel"
As Jester turned back around Angel had the uncanny feeling he already knew that.
Cordelia was late, but she was sure she had a good reason. She pushed open the door of the office and yelled
"Angel!, Doyle!"
Cordelia dropped the large box she was carrying and waited for the guys to come running. They didn't. Doyle strolled in with a cup of coffee.
"hey Cordy" he set the coffee down on a desk "what's in the box?"
"This" Cordelia kicked the box "is my latest brainwave, see I thought, that we have a waiting room, and if we have someone to wait, they should have something to read while they, you know… wait."
"but…" Doyle protested as Cordelia took about five magazines from the large box.
"We don't have room for that box up here and I'm pretty sure Angel wont have the room downstairs."
"Sure he will Doyle, he's got a bed doesn't he? And everybody knows the only place to put boxes, is under beds!"
Doyle thought this over and realised he had no hope of persuading Cordelia to do anything else with this. "Okay" he said.
Cordelia smiled, picked up the box and headed off.
Angel put his head out the door of his office.
"Doyle, where's Cordelia going?"
Doyle sighed and picked up his coffee.
"she's gotten a box of magazines for our waiting room and says the only place to put boxes is under a bed, so she's gone to put that one under your bed."
Angel nodded, then realised
"Oh No!"
Angel arrived downstairs in time to see Cordelia practically throw the box under the bed, hear the loud curse and see the box being expelled from under the bed rather violently. Cordelia screamed.
"theres a d-d-demon under your bed"
Jester rolled out, looking disgusted.
"A demon? Please, I'm not that ugly. Am I?"
In the light Angel saw that, to the contrary, Jester was beautiful. He had deep red hair and a silvery sheen to his very pale skin. His eyes, however, were rather demon-like, he had no pupil, no iris. Instead the entirety of his eyes was covered with constantly swirling greys and silver-blues, with the occasional swirl of pink or green.
Cordelia took all of this in quicker than Angel and began to get over her fright.
"Okay" she pronounced, hands on hips. "Who the hell are you?"
"Jester" he said, bowing deeply.
"Oh, your a jester, huh? Then make me laugh!"
At once Cordelia began to laugh, her voice straining as she did not pause for breath.
"Jester" snapped Angel, suddenly.
"what" he said as Cordelia began to get very panicked "she told me to make her laugh!"
"Let her go. Now"
Jester sighed. As suddenly as she started, Cordelia stopped laughing. She sat down and tried to breathe normally.
"what…are…you? What…did you…do to me?"
"That, Delia darling…" Jester grinned impudently "is for me to know, and you to find out"
Jester bounced off the bed, the buckles in his straightjacket clicking.
"well, now that ive got up, might as well stay up. I'm off to check out the rest of this happenin' lil place"
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What do you think? Should I bother continuing? Please PLEASE review!!!
P.S. I am flame resistant