An American Vampire in London, prologue
Summary: Set after sanctuary, Angel, Cordelia & Wesley come to England for a holiday as well as some acting (Cordelia) where Angel has a strange vision and meets an even stranger girl who changes his life. Oh, and Spike is there somewhere.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB, and their crew own all the characters from Angel and Buffy. But Leah, Cameron and anyone else you've never heard of do belong to me. All songs do not belong to me either, and no copyright infringement intended etc.
Spoilers- Sanctuary.
Feedback: Love some. I keep getting stuck and the thought of there being others who need an Angel-Thea (Who? Find out later…) fix might make me pick my lazy ass up and write some more.
Thoughts are in -------
Where the hell is she? Angel was pacing back and forth in the cemetery, the scenery a comfortable background. You can't leave her alone for 5 seconds before she… Cordelia, the source of his irritation, cut his thoughts short puffing her way up to him ladled with bags. She had obviously been shopping.
'Phew! D'you know, England may have some great shops but the customer service is terrible. I had to carry all of my own bags to the car and then here.' She sounded very put out.
'Why?'
'Why what?'
'Why did you have to bring your shopping here, a cemetery, when you could have left it in the car. And Cordelia, this is not a time to go shopping. We have to be careful.'
'I know! I know! But you know what I'm like when I have money. And anyway, London has soooooo many shops… I couldn't help myself. Sometimes I wonder if they put something in the air that makes you have to go and buy something, preferably something expensive. And anyway, why do we have to watch our backs? You said yourself when we got here. I was to relax. This is a vacation. Well…not really. I'll be acting but I distinctly remember you saying…'
'Yes, I know I said that…' Sometimes she remembers the wrong things at the wrong time. ' Cordelia, just because we're out of LA, America for that matter, doesn't mean there isn't any supernatural activity around here. I've been here before, remember? Dru? Spike? And knowing my luck Spike's decided to come home because he's feeling homesick.'
'Can vampires be homesick? I mean, they can't be sick technically so…'
Angel shook his head. Sometimes he wished anyone, anyone but Cordelia had decided to come to LA. Even Xander. With his 'dead-boy' comments. Ok, perhaps not Xander.
'… Anyway, what's gonna happen? Wait!' She smirked, 'Don't tell me, Jack the Flipper's great great grandson is gonna pop out and try to kill me with a smoked kipper!
'Ha ha (!) It doesn't matter. You never know, London could be another Hellmouth. There seems to be loads around in America…'
'One.'
'… So we'd better be on our guard. Okay?'
'Angel! Sometimes I think you've never had a soul. We humans do make mistakes you know. I mean, cut it out! We're out of Sunnydale & LA- good, America-great! But I very much doubt we'd find some blood-sucking maniac traipsing around England looking for his next victim- the English are too polite to do that. He'd probably tap you on the shoulder… like that.' As a hand crept along her back and did exactly what she had just said.
Angel quickly morphed and got ready to fight. Cordelia, however, was still too busy being happy with herself to realise what was occurring around her. When the hand began to wind her hair around its fingers, Cordy squealed, 'Ewwwww! There's something icky in my hair.' She began to move her hand to the source of her irritation, as she'd just had a new hair cut. Expensive new haircut. She followed the thing until she felt something that wasn't associated with icky creatures but with humans… or vampires.
Hiding her fear, she turned towards Angel and said, 'Whoops! Did I say icky? I meant take that!' She spun to face the vampire and kneed him. The vampire, which hadn't anticipated this, bent over and grunted in pain and surprise. Angel took his chance and staked him. He turned around to see 5 more vampires circling Cordy with greedy looks on their faces. Newbies. Great.
Angel stood next to Cordy and whispered to her, 'Five against two. What are our chances?'
She replied panicky, 'You're asking me?! The person who was busy flirting with the cute jock on the third row in Math?'
'Uh!'
They began to fight with the vampires, more powerful then the five, as the vampires obviously had no skill. The five were gone in no time. Angel strode over to Cordy and shook her by the shoulders, saying, 'You see? I told you we had to be on our guard. I should have known better. Spike has obviously got some kind of colony going on here somewhere. I mean who else could it be?'
Cordelia freed her shoulders and replied, 'I'm sorry! You're right as you always are. I bow down to your absolute knowledge and wisdom, o great sire and master.' She stopped as she saw Angel flinching. She moved towards him and hugged him.
'I'm sorry. I mean it this time.'
'I know. It's just that… And I can't believe I'm gonna say this you're like a sister to me. I killed mine and you're kinda the closest thing I have to a sister since Wesley's the wrong sex. This time I wanna make sure nothing happens.'
'Angel…I didn't… well I did know but…. The feelings are appreciated and are mutual.'
'They are?'
'Oh yeah. I mean you'd make a lousy sister' He smiled.' But you're a cool brother kinda person. I know I seem to be self-conscious and superficial sometimes but I do need a little love now and then. Even if it comes from someone who's heart conked out years ago- no offence?'
'None taken. Come on, let's get outta here before we get an invasion of Spike wannabe's. A thought like that just makes me shudder. We'd also better find Wesley and tell him what happened here.'
'Right then. Wait here.'
'Why?'
''Cos I have to go and get my shopping bags. I'm not gonna let some tramp… tramp around with my £500 Gucci dress.'
'Yeah, the day you do that, Spike will go au natural.'
'What?'
'Nothing.'
'Oh, and I wanna go to one of those greasy knives.'
'I think the correct term is 'greasy spoon'. And why on earth would Cordelia Chase, taster of renowned haute cuisine, wish to dine in such a low-class restaurant if it could be called that?'
Cordelia replied defensively, 'I'm hungry. The food on the flight was terrible. And fighting makes me hungry. And anyway, we humans need to eat you know', and she walked off in a huff with her bags dragging behind her, obviously struggling.
'Yeah and us vampires are well known for our 24-hour fasts. For charity.', Angel muttered under his breath and began to follow her, quickly catching her up. They continued walking until they disappeared out of the cemetery.
A few yards away from the entrance, hidden in the shrubbery, were a pair of deep olive green eyes, which suddenly turned a dark topaz blue, watching the retreating figures and then disappeared into the night.
Hearing something, the blond-haired man upped his speed, as did the footsteps behind him. He ducked into an alley, the move not noticed by his would-be assailant. He walked out again, this time behind the dark figure and grabbed him, throwing him to the ground.
He tutted. 'You're getting sloppy Cameron,' he spoke in an English accent not uncommon in the area he was in.
'Yes, well…That's probably due to the fact my sire ran off to be with Super Slayer and co. So is it true then? You're on the Slayer's side?' The youth spoke with a posh English accent, very different from the blond-haired man. He moved his head so that the alley light shone over his face. He was beautiful with child-like qualities showing that something was not quite right about him.
The other man replied,' A man or should I say vampire, has to protect himself somehow. Even if it is the Slayer.'
'Yes but her?!'
'She's alright when you get to know her.' He saw the other man's look. 'Alright, alright I hate her!'
'And what's this about you and her…'
'Don't say a word. I was under some kind of spell by one of the Slayer's minions. The witch. I mean, the Slayer and me? She's more interesting than a footy match between QPR and Huddersfield is!'
'It's good to see your wit as well as the rest of you, Spike.'
'Ahhhhh… Cameron. It's great to be back. England. Fish and chips. Football. James Bond. Me,' Spike replied as he took a deep breathe. He smiled. 'Listen people, and weep. I, Spike aka William the Bloody am back and I'm out for blood.' He smirked. 'Let's go neck hunting and I'll show you the finer points of being a vampire. You may have the look but boy, you ain't got the style.' The two men began to walk off towards the crowded pub at the far end of the alley, the laughter of one being heard for miles.
Summary: Set after sanctuary, Angel, Cordelia & Wesley come to England for a holiday as well as some acting (Cordelia) where Angel has a strange vision and meets an even stranger girl who changes his life. Oh, and Spike is there somewhere.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB, and their crew own all the characters from Angel and Buffy. But Leah, Cameron and anyone else you've never heard of do belong to me. All songs do not belong to me either, and no copyright infringement intended etc.
Spoilers- Sanctuary.
Feedback: Love some. I keep getting stuck and the thought of there being others who need an Angel-Thea (Who? Find out later…) fix might make me pick my lazy ass up and write some more.
Thoughts are in -------
Where the hell is she? Angel was pacing back and forth in the cemetery, the scenery a comfortable background. You can't leave her alone for 5 seconds before she… Cordelia, the source of his irritation, cut his thoughts short puffing her way up to him ladled with bags. She had obviously been shopping.
'Phew! D'you know, England may have some great shops but the customer service is terrible. I had to carry all of my own bags to the car and then here.' She sounded very put out.
'Why?'
'Why what?'
'Why did you have to bring your shopping here, a cemetery, when you could have left it in the car. And Cordelia, this is not a time to go shopping. We have to be careful.'
'I know! I know! But you know what I'm like when I have money. And anyway, London has soooooo many shops… I couldn't help myself. Sometimes I wonder if they put something in the air that makes you have to go and buy something, preferably something expensive. And anyway, why do we have to watch our backs? You said yourself when we got here. I was to relax. This is a vacation. Well…not really. I'll be acting but I distinctly remember you saying…'
'Yes, I know I said that…' Sometimes she remembers the wrong things at the wrong time. ' Cordelia, just because we're out of LA, America for that matter, doesn't mean there isn't any supernatural activity around here. I've been here before, remember? Dru? Spike? And knowing my luck Spike's decided to come home because he's feeling homesick.'
'Can vampires be homesick? I mean, they can't be sick technically so…'
Angel shook his head. Sometimes he wished anyone, anyone but Cordelia had decided to come to LA. Even Xander. With his 'dead-boy' comments. Ok, perhaps not Xander.
'… Anyway, what's gonna happen? Wait!' She smirked, 'Don't tell me, Jack the Flipper's great great grandson is gonna pop out and try to kill me with a smoked kipper!
'Ha ha (!) It doesn't matter. You never know, London could be another Hellmouth. There seems to be loads around in America…'
'One.'
'… So we'd better be on our guard. Okay?'
'Angel! Sometimes I think you've never had a soul. We humans do make mistakes you know. I mean, cut it out! We're out of Sunnydale & LA- good, America-great! But I very much doubt we'd find some blood-sucking maniac traipsing around England looking for his next victim- the English are too polite to do that. He'd probably tap you on the shoulder… like that.' As a hand crept along her back and did exactly what she had just said.
Angel quickly morphed and got ready to fight. Cordelia, however, was still too busy being happy with herself to realise what was occurring around her. When the hand began to wind her hair around its fingers, Cordy squealed, 'Ewwwww! There's something icky in my hair.' She began to move her hand to the source of her irritation, as she'd just had a new hair cut. Expensive new haircut. She followed the thing until she felt something that wasn't associated with icky creatures but with humans… or vampires.
Hiding her fear, she turned towards Angel and said, 'Whoops! Did I say icky? I meant take that!' She spun to face the vampire and kneed him. The vampire, which hadn't anticipated this, bent over and grunted in pain and surprise. Angel took his chance and staked him. He turned around to see 5 more vampires circling Cordy with greedy looks on their faces. Newbies. Great.
Angel stood next to Cordy and whispered to her, 'Five against two. What are our chances?'
She replied panicky, 'You're asking me?! The person who was busy flirting with the cute jock on the third row in Math?'
'Uh!'
They began to fight with the vampires, more powerful then the five, as the vampires obviously had no skill. The five were gone in no time. Angel strode over to Cordy and shook her by the shoulders, saying, 'You see? I told you we had to be on our guard. I should have known better. Spike has obviously got some kind of colony going on here somewhere. I mean who else could it be?'
Cordelia freed her shoulders and replied, 'I'm sorry! You're right as you always are. I bow down to your absolute knowledge and wisdom, o great sire and master.' She stopped as she saw Angel flinching. She moved towards him and hugged him.
'I'm sorry. I mean it this time.'
'I know. It's just that… And I can't believe I'm gonna say this you're like a sister to me. I killed mine and you're kinda the closest thing I have to a sister since Wesley's the wrong sex. This time I wanna make sure nothing happens.'
'Angel…I didn't… well I did know but…. The feelings are appreciated and are mutual.'
'They are?'
'Oh yeah. I mean you'd make a lousy sister' He smiled.' But you're a cool brother kinda person. I know I seem to be self-conscious and superficial sometimes but I do need a little love now and then. Even if it comes from someone who's heart conked out years ago- no offence?'
'None taken. Come on, let's get outta here before we get an invasion of Spike wannabe's. A thought like that just makes me shudder. We'd also better find Wesley and tell him what happened here.'
'Right then. Wait here.'
'Why?'
''Cos I have to go and get my shopping bags. I'm not gonna let some tramp… tramp around with my £500 Gucci dress.'
'Yeah, the day you do that, Spike will go au natural.'
'What?'
'Nothing.'
'Oh, and I wanna go to one of those greasy knives.'
'I think the correct term is 'greasy spoon'. And why on earth would Cordelia Chase, taster of renowned haute cuisine, wish to dine in such a low-class restaurant if it could be called that?'
Cordelia replied defensively, 'I'm hungry. The food on the flight was terrible. And fighting makes me hungry. And anyway, we humans need to eat you know', and she walked off in a huff with her bags dragging behind her, obviously struggling.
'Yeah and us vampires are well known for our 24-hour fasts. For charity.', Angel muttered under his breath and began to follow her, quickly catching her up. They continued walking until they disappeared out of the cemetery.
A few yards away from the entrance, hidden in the shrubbery, were a pair of deep olive green eyes, which suddenly turned a dark topaz blue, watching the retreating figures and then disappeared into the night.
Hearing something, the blond-haired man upped his speed, as did the footsteps behind him. He ducked into an alley, the move not noticed by his would-be assailant. He walked out again, this time behind the dark figure and grabbed him, throwing him to the ground.
He tutted. 'You're getting sloppy Cameron,' he spoke in an English accent not uncommon in the area he was in.
'Yes, well…That's probably due to the fact my sire ran off to be with Super Slayer and co. So is it true then? You're on the Slayer's side?' The youth spoke with a posh English accent, very different from the blond-haired man. He moved his head so that the alley light shone over his face. He was beautiful with child-like qualities showing that something was not quite right about him.
The other man replied,' A man or should I say vampire, has to protect himself somehow. Even if it is the Slayer.'
'Yes but her?!'
'She's alright when you get to know her.' He saw the other man's look. 'Alright, alright I hate her!'
'And what's this about you and her…'
'Don't say a word. I was under some kind of spell by one of the Slayer's minions. The witch. I mean, the Slayer and me? She's more interesting than a footy match between QPR and Huddersfield is!'
'It's good to see your wit as well as the rest of you, Spike.'
'Ahhhhh… Cameron. It's great to be back. England. Fish and chips. Football. James Bond. Me,' Spike replied as he took a deep breathe. He smiled. 'Listen people, and weep. I, Spike aka William the Bloody am back and I'm out for blood.' He smirked. 'Let's go neck hunting and I'll show you the finer points of being a vampire. You may have the look but boy, you ain't got the style.' The two men began to walk off towards the crowded pub at the far end of the alley, the laughter of one being heard for miles.