A/N: This idea came to me just now. It's around 2:30 AM and I can't sleep because this damn dog in some nearby neighborhood won't shut the hell up…
So here I am…writing this fic for you! LOL! (eyetwitch)
Beware of a super, super OOC Angel. I promise that Angel does not have rabies… ;)
Woof! Woof!
Angel Dumott Schunard sighed in slight annoyance. He rolled over and snuggled deeper into the mattress. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, trying to relax. But he just couldn't. His mind was spinning…
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Oh, yeah. And somebody's dog somewhere in the neighborhood was barking its face off.
Angel squeezed his eyes shut, trying in vain to block out the annoying noise. He tossed and turned uncomfortably before burying his head under the pillow, hoping to muffle the sound that assaulted his ears. Meanwhile, Collins was out cold.
Lucky him.
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
"God dammit!" Angel muttered under his breath, cringing. It wasn't working.
The young Latino grit his teeth, his hands fisting. He began to sweat. Honestly, he loved animals. He really, truly did…but not when they-
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Angel's left eye began to twitch. A violent shudder rippled throughout his entire body. He could feel his face heating up…his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. In an attempt to regain self control, he bit his bottom lip and willed himself to think of calm, peaceful, sweet images…
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
All of his love for cute, furry things flew out the window.
Now, all Angel wanted to do was stomp the animal to death with her heels.
"That's it!!" Angel quietly hissed in a rage. As pissed as he was, he did not want to wake up Collins. He slipped out of bed and began stalking towards the window, picking up speed as he reached his destination. He tripped once in the darkness but got up and kept on going, his gaze fixed on the window. Angel's face was stormy, his bloodshot eyes held a gleam of madness.
I could out howl this little turd any day…
Swiftly, Angel pushed open the window and stepped out onto their fire escape. Deciding to use his 'man voice', Angel gripped tightly onto the railing and leaned over it…ranting, raving, screaming, and snarling with every fiber of his being…like a maniac.
"I'm trying to fucking sleep here! Shut the fuck up, you nasty little fucker…or I'll shoot you between the eyes! I hope you choke on a fur ball and die!!! Do you want to end up like Evita…DO YOU?!? HUH???!!! ARE YOU READY TO DIE, YOU LITTLE SHIT??!!!"
After that little speech, Angel was greeted with a soothing silence.
Ahhh, silence. Music to the ears.
With a satisfied little smile, Angel went back inside and shut the window. He shuffled back over to the bed.
Collins was sitting upright, eyes wide with fright. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
"What the hell was that, Ang?? Are you okay?"
Oops…
"I'm fine now, baby. I was just…sleepwalking! Yeah, that's it. Go back to sleep."
Collins raised an eyebrow. "Okaaay…"
When Angel reached the bed, he collapsed on top of it, snuggling under the covers.
Collins sat there, still feeling somewhat confused. After a short while, he eased down onto his side, facing Angel…
Angel was out cold.
Smirking, Collins snuggled up against him. He soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
THE END