Setting; In L.A. (Where Angel lives)
Time; Just after the episode where Spike (the ghost) became corporeal (a body you could touch.)
Main Characters; Spike, Angel, Buffy, and the rest of the Angel crew (plus some guest characters such as Cordelia and Connor)
Disclaimer; I own almost nothing in this story, Joss and his writers own it all. The only thing that is mine is the Yurinia demon!
P.S. This is the first story I've ever written for here, and I love criticism so please sign (and thanks to everyone that reads this and likes it, you're great!!!)
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"Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies, hush a, hush a," a young girl sang while skipping down the busy street beside the bus stop. She came to a bench. A lonely bench where only one man was sitting. "Are you waiting for someone?," she asked.
The man had dark brown hair with a white collar peaking out of his black suede jacket. His pants were black and straight and looked very expensive. He leaned over so his face was hidden, and held a deep red rose. The man started to sit up slowly. The skin of the man was pale. His deep brown eyes were intense, they drew you in. He looked at the girl. His blood felt almost warm for a second. He felt hunger as if he's never eaten before. The animal-like rage was trying to fight its way out of him. The little blonde girl was so fair looking, untouched from the evil of the modern world. If he could just have one bite. Still, the gentle but deep sound of his voice came out. "Yep, should you be out here alone?"
"I'm waiting for my mommy. I don't know where she went. She wasn't in the store like she said!"
"Well, what's your name? We'll find her," the stranger said.
"It's Millie," the girl replied.
"Mine's Angel," he said. As Angel said that, his face fell. He heard a sound that no one else around him could possibly hear. It was the sound of a lady's scream. The sound of a young woman horrified came from the dark alley beside the gift store about a block down the street.
Angel looked at the girl. "Stay here, don't move." And at that he ran towards the alley. No one's feet could possibly move that fast, but Angel's seemed to. An M-Class Mercedes Benz just about hit him, and he knew that it couldn't touch him. Angel jumped right over the car, and into the alley.
There against the cold stone wall was a scared looking blonde woman being held there. A woman with a hideous looking face held her there. She wore a long dirty knitted black tie-up sweater, and dirty boot legged jeans. It looked like she was actually going to bite the woman's neck. But just as the hideous woman was about to, Angel called out to her. "Hey, I don't think she likes that very much," and at that a wooden stake flew out of Angel's hands and pierced the skin of the attackers chest, and stayed launched into her heart. At that, she turned to dust. "Now you, you're Millie's mom, right?," Angel asked.
The woman nodded while sitting huddled against the wall crying.
"Then go take care of her, she wants to be with her mom." He helped up the woman and pointed to the girl, and the woman ran towards the bench where her daughter sat.
A bus pulled up to the stop. Angel watched it from inside the dark alley. It was the perfect spot for Angel; away from people. One, two, three people got off. About 10 more stepped off the bus. Then, she got off. Her blonde hair fell just below her shoulders which were covered by a deep brown leather jacket. Her jeans fell at her ankles where her black leather boots covered her feet. She looked up into the crowd. No one was to be seen. The young lady looked around as everybody was walking away with their loved ones. A rose brushed up against her face, and she heard a whisper in her ear, "Buffy, you're finally here."
The sad face of the girl turned into a smiling one. She turned around to see the man who whispered. "Angel!," Buffy exclaimed happily. "I missed you!"
Angel and Buffy had finally reunited. Buffy was a vampire slayer, meaning she killed vampires and any other evil demon, but Angel wasn't evil. He had a soul. The thing was, if Angel was ever truly happy his curse would cause his soul to go away. The curse was that if Angel ever experienced a moment of true happiness that the goodness in Angel would disappear. Angel started to open the passenger door for Buffy. "What the hell are you doing?," Buffy asked. "You can't just open up any car door you want, or are you stealing from rich demons too now?" "I own this car Buffy. Legally!," Angel said.
"How? How could you afford a car like this?" Buffy asked while feeling pretty special because she got to ride around in a fancy sports car.
"I. I sort of own. Wolfram & Hart!"
"What??? THAT EVIL CORPORATION? ANGEL, WHAT THE HE-?"
Angel cut Buffy off. "Relax, relax. I knew you'd act like this! I've owned it for just a little while! I was given it because what I thought I was doing was good for mankind, the 'Evil Corporation' thought I sort of destroyed the hopes of the people, so they gave me the business and now I'm trying to change the way things are run!"
Buffy sort of smiled, it was a weak smile. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but it didn't sound like anything evil. It didn't sound like Angelus, or one of those evil lawyers! "All right, all right, lets go," Buffy said. "By the way, how long have you owned it?"
"Oh, not very long." Angel drifted off.
"Angel, how long have you owned it?" Buffy asked again almost sounding stern.
"The day I gave you the amulet to stop the apocalypse!"
"What? Are you kidding me? Angel, you never told me!"
"Buffy, just get in the car. We'll talk more later! Please?" Angel said in a sad voice.
"Well, all right," Buffy said. They got in the car and drove away.
Time; Just after the episode where Spike (the ghost) became corporeal (a body you could touch.)
Main Characters; Spike, Angel, Buffy, and the rest of the Angel crew (plus some guest characters such as Cordelia and Connor)
Disclaimer; I own almost nothing in this story, Joss and his writers own it all. The only thing that is mine is the Yurinia demon!
P.S. This is the first story I've ever written for here, and I love criticism so please sign (and thanks to everyone that reads this and likes it, you're great!!!)
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"Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies, hush a, hush a," a young girl sang while skipping down the busy street beside the bus stop. She came to a bench. A lonely bench where only one man was sitting. "Are you waiting for someone?," she asked.
The man had dark brown hair with a white collar peaking out of his black suede jacket. His pants were black and straight and looked very expensive. He leaned over so his face was hidden, and held a deep red rose. The man started to sit up slowly. The skin of the man was pale. His deep brown eyes were intense, they drew you in. He looked at the girl. His blood felt almost warm for a second. He felt hunger as if he's never eaten before. The animal-like rage was trying to fight its way out of him. The little blonde girl was so fair looking, untouched from the evil of the modern world. If he could just have one bite. Still, the gentle but deep sound of his voice came out. "Yep, should you be out here alone?"
"I'm waiting for my mommy. I don't know where she went. She wasn't in the store like she said!"
"Well, what's your name? We'll find her," the stranger said.
"It's Millie," the girl replied.
"Mine's Angel," he said. As Angel said that, his face fell. He heard a sound that no one else around him could possibly hear. It was the sound of a lady's scream. The sound of a young woman horrified came from the dark alley beside the gift store about a block down the street.
Angel looked at the girl. "Stay here, don't move." And at that he ran towards the alley. No one's feet could possibly move that fast, but Angel's seemed to. An M-Class Mercedes Benz just about hit him, and he knew that it couldn't touch him. Angel jumped right over the car, and into the alley.
There against the cold stone wall was a scared looking blonde woman being held there. A woman with a hideous looking face held her there. She wore a long dirty knitted black tie-up sweater, and dirty boot legged jeans. It looked like she was actually going to bite the woman's neck. But just as the hideous woman was about to, Angel called out to her. "Hey, I don't think she likes that very much," and at that a wooden stake flew out of Angel's hands and pierced the skin of the attackers chest, and stayed launched into her heart. At that, she turned to dust. "Now you, you're Millie's mom, right?," Angel asked.
The woman nodded while sitting huddled against the wall crying.
"Then go take care of her, she wants to be with her mom." He helped up the woman and pointed to the girl, and the woman ran towards the bench where her daughter sat.
A bus pulled up to the stop. Angel watched it from inside the dark alley. It was the perfect spot for Angel; away from people. One, two, three people got off. About 10 more stepped off the bus. Then, she got off. Her blonde hair fell just below her shoulders which were covered by a deep brown leather jacket. Her jeans fell at her ankles where her black leather boots covered her feet. She looked up into the crowd. No one was to be seen. The young lady looked around as everybody was walking away with their loved ones. A rose brushed up against her face, and she heard a whisper in her ear, "Buffy, you're finally here."
The sad face of the girl turned into a smiling one. She turned around to see the man who whispered. "Angel!," Buffy exclaimed happily. "I missed you!"
Angel and Buffy had finally reunited. Buffy was a vampire slayer, meaning she killed vampires and any other evil demon, but Angel wasn't evil. He had a soul. The thing was, if Angel was ever truly happy his curse would cause his soul to go away. The curse was that if Angel ever experienced a moment of true happiness that the goodness in Angel would disappear. Angel started to open the passenger door for Buffy. "What the hell are you doing?," Buffy asked. "You can't just open up any car door you want, or are you stealing from rich demons too now?" "I own this car Buffy. Legally!," Angel said.
"How? How could you afford a car like this?" Buffy asked while feeling pretty special because she got to ride around in a fancy sports car.
"I. I sort of own. Wolfram & Hart!"
"What??? THAT EVIL CORPORATION? ANGEL, WHAT THE HE-?"
Angel cut Buffy off. "Relax, relax. I knew you'd act like this! I've owned it for just a little while! I was given it because what I thought I was doing was good for mankind, the 'Evil Corporation' thought I sort of destroyed the hopes of the people, so they gave me the business and now I'm trying to change the way things are run!"
Buffy sort of smiled, it was a weak smile. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but it didn't sound like anything evil. It didn't sound like Angelus, or one of those evil lawyers! "All right, all right, lets go," Buffy said. "By the way, how long have you owned it?"
"Oh, not very long." Angel drifted off.
"Angel, how long have you owned it?" Buffy asked again almost sounding stern.
"The day I gave you the amulet to stop the apocalypse!"
"What? Are you kidding me? Angel, you never told me!"
"Buffy, just get in the car. We'll talk more later! Please?" Angel said in a sad voice.
"Well, all right," Buffy said. They got in the car and drove away.