Title: Broken Wings
Author: LeiLeiLeiko
Pairings: A/C, Fred/Gunn, Wes/OC
Rating: PG-13 for violence and language (eventually)
Summary: An odd girl, claiming to be a singer, ends up in the Fang Gang's dimension. Her eerie manager is out to kidnap her so she begs Angel's help. Instead, se gets Wesley to figure out this creepy case.
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel. If I did, then, I wouldn't be writing this fic. I only own Yume and this plot.
Author's Notes: This plot was clumsily made so if anyone has any suggestions, please say so in you reviews. Just to tell you, this is my first fanfiction. I'd really appreciate you if y'all would R & R.
Chapter 1- Temporary Freedom
It was the middle of the night, exactly midnight. The full moon outside of the Hyperion Hotel, it's milky light flashed over a tall man's shadow.
His round framed glasses were perched on his nose, eyes weary from recent research on a prophesy. He, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, was a determined man, never pausing from an important event, but there was time for a nap maybe. A sleepy yawn escaped his lips. Before he had the chance to get out of the room, the ground started to shake violently. It was quaking so aggressively, he had to grab onto something solid. The lamp. Bad move. There was a loud crashing sound of a light bulb shattering and darkness flooding into the office.
"H-hello?" Wesley could make out a slender form in the shadows, two large triangular shapes protruding from one side. "Hello?" The voice was stronger now, more confident. He longed to help the owner of the voice up, but doubts began pouring in.
'What if she, or it, is a demon? It would be risky to assist the unknown person/thing.' So he did what he thought was best. He reached over to the light switch and flicked it. The electricity was out, probably from the earthquake. A quick shuffling of feet was heard, an attempt to get up. THUMP. Obviously, not a very successful one.
Just when Wesley was going to make up his mind, Angel and Gunn came bursting through the door, a flashlight in hand. "Yo, English. You okay?" The streetwise man whispered to Wes. He nodded a reply while Gunn turned the flashlight over to the crumpled figure on the ground. Wes inwardly gasped as Angel rolled the figure over. A young woman in her early twenties was revealed. She had dark hair, the tips dyed red, which framed each side of her cut and bruised face. The young woman looked normal, except for the two bloodstained wings attached to her back.
Author's Notes: This story will be continued in chapter 2 once my lazy muse gets off her behind and gives me good ideas.
Author: LeiLeiLeiko
Pairings: A/C, Fred/Gunn, Wes/OC
Rating: PG-13 for violence and language (eventually)
Summary: An odd girl, claiming to be a singer, ends up in the Fang Gang's dimension. Her eerie manager is out to kidnap her so she begs Angel's help. Instead, se gets Wesley to figure out this creepy case.
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel. If I did, then, I wouldn't be writing this fic. I only own Yume and this plot.
Author's Notes: This plot was clumsily made so if anyone has any suggestions, please say so in you reviews. Just to tell you, this is my first fanfiction. I'd really appreciate you if y'all would R & R.
Chapter 1- Temporary Freedom
It was the middle of the night, exactly midnight. The full moon outside of the Hyperion Hotel, it's milky light flashed over a tall man's shadow.
His round framed glasses were perched on his nose, eyes weary from recent research on a prophesy. He, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, was a determined man, never pausing from an important event, but there was time for a nap maybe. A sleepy yawn escaped his lips. Before he had the chance to get out of the room, the ground started to shake violently. It was quaking so aggressively, he had to grab onto something solid. The lamp. Bad move. There was a loud crashing sound of a light bulb shattering and darkness flooding into the office.
"H-hello?" Wesley could make out a slender form in the shadows, two large triangular shapes protruding from one side. "Hello?" The voice was stronger now, more confident. He longed to help the owner of the voice up, but doubts began pouring in.
'What if she, or it, is a demon? It would be risky to assist the unknown person/thing.' So he did what he thought was best. He reached over to the light switch and flicked it. The electricity was out, probably from the earthquake. A quick shuffling of feet was heard, an attempt to get up. THUMP. Obviously, not a very successful one.
Just when Wesley was going to make up his mind, Angel and Gunn came bursting through the door, a flashlight in hand. "Yo, English. You okay?" The streetwise man whispered to Wes. He nodded a reply while Gunn turned the flashlight over to the crumpled figure on the ground. Wes inwardly gasped as Angel rolled the figure over. A young woman in her early twenties was revealed. She had dark hair, the tips dyed red, which framed each side of her cut and bruised face. The young woman looked normal, except for the two bloodstained wings attached to her back.
Author's Notes: This story will be continued in chapter 2 once my lazy muse gets off her behind and gives me good ideas.
