The Beginning
The Prologue to the Pokémon Music series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - Joss owns Angel and Spike, someone else owns Pokémon.
Setting - Just after School Hard.
Angel sighed gloomily. Spike was back. And causing havoc as usual. Breaking into Sunnydale High would only be the start. Also, Angel had a feeling that Spike was going to cause even more trouble for him.
Angel grimaced. He remembered leaving Spike vividly. He knew that his childe would not be happy with him. Spike had always been his favourite childe.
'And you always knew that Spike loved you' a little voice murmured in his mind.
Angel scowled. He'd heard that little voice before. It had popped up before, when it was least wanted and normally right before Angel was planning to stake himself or walk into the sunlight or sometimes right before he felt appaulingly guilty.
"Not love," he mumbled out loud "Not love. He was just very fond of me."
'Although if you're really honest' the little voice said 'You'll admit that you love Spike too.....'
"NO!" Angel shouted out loud "He was my childe! That's all! I cared for him!"
'Heh heh heh' the little voice said.
Angel slapped the side of his head and turned on the telly to distract himself (and hopefully drown out the voice which seemed to be singing 'Relight My Fire' at him). He muttered faint curses about voices that came from nowhere to annoy him as he flipped channels aimlessly. Eventually, he found some strange little cartoon. It seemed to be a strange, nasty looking little yellow rat and some strange looking people. Japanease anime, Angel thought. He watched it for a while, getting more and more bored with it but at least it was distracting him.
Then as he was watching it, a strange feeling came over him. As the little creature leapt around the screen Angel felt a connection, almost an affinity with the creature. He somehow knew that it was going to have an effect on his life, that it would mean something.
"Oh good God NOOOOO!" Angel wailed and turned the telly off. He went to bed and firmly resolved to have absolutely nothing to do with the programme ever, ever again.
Little did Angel know that events had already been set in motion from the minute that he'd turned on the television...
Up in the ether world, the Powers That Be looked down at Angel and laughed.
The Beginning....
The Prologue to the Pokémon Music series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - Joss owns Angel and Spike, someone else owns Pokémon.
Setting - Just after School Hard.
Angel sighed gloomily. Spike was back. And causing havoc as usual. Breaking into Sunnydale High would only be the start. Also, Angel had a feeling that Spike was going to cause even more trouble for him.
Angel grimaced. He remembered leaving Spike vividly. He knew that his childe would not be happy with him. Spike had always been his favourite childe.
'And you always knew that Spike loved you' a little voice murmured in his mind.
Angel scowled. He'd heard that little voice before. It had popped up before, when it was least wanted and normally right before Angel was planning to stake himself or walk into the sunlight or sometimes right before he felt appaulingly guilty.
"Not love," he mumbled out loud "Not love. He was just very fond of me."
'Although if you're really honest' the little voice said 'You'll admit that you love Spike too.....'
"NO!" Angel shouted out loud "He was my childe! That's all! I cared for him!"
'Heh heh heh' the little voice said.
Angel slapped the side of his head and turned on the telly to distract himself (and hopefully drown out the voice which seemed to be singing 'Relight My Fire' at him). He muttered faint curses about voices that came from nowhere to annoy him as he flipped channels aimlessly. Eventually, he found some strange little cartoon. It seemed to be a strange, nasty looking little yellow rat and some strange looking people. Japanease anime, Angel thought. He watched it for a while, getting more and more bored with it but at least it was distracting him.
Then as he was watching it, a strange feeling came over him. As the little creature leapt around the screen Angel felt a connection, almost an affinity with the creature. He somehow knew that it was going to have an effect on his life, that it would mean something.
"Oh good God NOOOOO!" Angel wailed and turned the telly off. He went to bed and firmly resolved to have absolutely nothing to do with the programme ever, ever again.
Little did Angel know that events had already been set in motion from the minute that he'd turned on the television...
Up in the ether world, the Powers That Be looked down at Angel and laughed.
The Beginning....