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Chapter 1: Stalker

It was my first night in Los Angeles and I could tell I was being followed. I was getting irritated like I always do. I jumped on to a balcony and watched my stalker get confused. I dropped down onto the concrete behind the person, and before he could turn fully around I punched him in the jaw, and I grabbed his throat and lifted him up into the air with his back against the brick wall.

"I don't give a fuck who you are, but I do not appreciate getting stalked. I don't care if you think Im pretty, or if you're a hungry vampire, you understand?"

The moment I dropped him onto the ground the street light turned on, slightly illuminating us. I could now tell who the stalker was.

I gasped "Angel what are you doing here?"

He looked at me as if he was confused and then asked me "do I know you."

I sighed, of course I looked a little different, but he doesn't remember me.
"Kira" I spoke but got no response.
"Angeline." I still got no response.
"The other Angel." He nodded, finally a response.
"It's been a while Angel." So now he remembers, what a jackass.

I smiled and then said "please call me Kira."

He lifted his hand and shoved it in front of me, I took my leather covered one and grasped his hand. We shook hands, not before he asked "Leather gloves?"

I simply nodded and let go of his hand and spoke " I have touch telepathy now, and the gloves help me not to absorb too much information. So are we going to hunt that demon or what?!"

Angel lifted his eyebrow and then nodded before saying "we need to go to Caritas, in order to find the demon." I nodded, Caritas sounded like a bar, or a dimension filled with evil demons. We jumped into Angels nice black convertible, which I liked. We took off in his car, I'm not sure if he was speeding or not. We were there in a matter of minutes.

Angel took off all of his weapons an stuffed them inside his truck. We walked into the entrance of the place. I saw a stage, lots of tables and chairs, a microphone stand, and even a mini bar. No one could see what I was wearing under my long, black, trench coat which was buttoned.

Angel stopped in front of a table, and I moved to the right so I could see who it was. He had emerald green skin, ruby red lips, blood red eyes much like mine, and he had red horns (that I really wanted to touch) And his hair looked like gold. He was dressed in a snazzy dark blue suit.

I blurted out loud "you look amazing." I quieted down, I really do have a knack for saying awkward things. "Angel you really should get fashion advice from him." The green demon and I laughed, which caused Angel to grumble, the green demon stood up and spoke "sweet thing, my name is Lorne, What's your name pumpkin?"

I took a breath and then spoke "My name is Angeline Kira Violet Marcelius. But you can call me Kira, or it'd be confusing trying to determine whether you're talking to me or Mr. Brooding over there." He smiled at me and slowly said my name, which turned me on. Sometimes I hate being in a teenage body. He grabbed my hand which I thought he was going to shake.

"Be careful I'm a telepath." I said curiously. Lorne smiled and spoke in a deep baritone voice "I know what you are sweet tea." He took the glove off of my right hand and kissed my knuckles. The feeling was indescribable, my skin was extremely sensitive to such soft touches, I felt an electric shock between us. I saw an image of us dancing; Lorne's hair was gelled back and he was wearing a dark purple suit and I was wearing my purple hair in ringlets, I donned an ivory dress with a bejeweled bodice and a skirt that looked like it was made of feathers. The song stopped playing, we stopped dancing and we leaned in to a kiss.

I opened my eyes and found myself in Caritas and Lorne was staring at me, hesitantly I asked him "Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok clan, did you see that?" He nodded and then exclaimed "How do you know my real name? What else do you know?" I giggled before replying "I know it because of the touch telepathy that I did warn you about before, but I won't dig around in your head, because you and everyone else deserve privacy, plus I wouldn't like that to happen to me. And I also know that you remain neutral, but you like to help Angel out, you love Seabreezes, and you are single," with that I winked at him.

"But anyways let's get to Angel's demon." Angel huffed and mumbled "finally" and asked Lorne to read him. I gathered that Lorne was a psychic demon. Angel sighed and went up to sing on stage, he chose Mandy by Barry Manilow. He may have picked a good song, but boy was he a bad singer. I sat down, and I had gathered that in order to have your future read, you had to sing. So it was a type of karaoke bar.

I quietly, hesitantly asked "can you only read them if they are singing?" Lorne heard me which was a good thing. "Kitten I can read them if they are under emotional distress, when they sing they are bearing their soul, and it is easier to read them when they sing," said Lorne knowingly. I don't know why but the more I spoke to Lorne the more I wanted to stay by his side. "I'm trying not to laugh at his singing." Lorne nodded at what I said "me too, sugar me too," he replied.

In a matter of minutes Angel got off the stage, and Lorne walked up to him. I had no idea what to do, so I walked up to the bar and bought a water. I'm not old enough to drink alcohol, but it's not like I want to either. Three refills later Lorne and Angel showed up. Angel was brooding like usual and Lorne had a mischievous expression on his face. Angel spoke grimly "Kira, you have to sing."

I panicked, I am a horrible singer. Lorne agreed with Angel and said "Yeah I got nothing from Angelcakes here, so you'll have to sing." I grumbled I didn't want them to hear my horrible singing voice. I sighed and then said "Fine but the demon is mine tonight." Angel nodded thinking I meant the demon he was hunting. I threw off my jacket, showing my ivory colored dress with a black belt, black anklet boots, showing my off my pentagram necklace.