Title: First Thoughts
Summary: Angel's first thoughts when he woke up, a new, inexperienced vampire.
Status: Work-in-progress until I feel it comes to my expectations.
Disclaimer: All of Angel characters do NOT belong to me (sadly) but belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers: Some, but not huge.
Author's Note: This is my second fanfic. Be gentle with feedback please! The idea just popped in my head after reading some other Angel fanfics. The story is set in 1753 (?) and I don't know the exact location but I know he's from Ireland so that's where it is. Enjoy!
It's so dark in here. How come? What is that annoying beat and gushing? It's coming from above. Am I underground? What is going on? He was, indeed, underground. In a freshly dug grave. It was his funeral and he could hear everything that was going on above him. Is that my sister and mother crying? I wanna get out so bad. I'm scared and a little dazed. The last thing he remembers is meeting a beautiful woman. "Close your eyes," she had said. "I can show you a world you would have never known existed." I was so stupid to have closen my eyes. I was drunk so I was vunerable. Once I get out of here, I promise I will never drink another pint of beer again! If . . . I get out! He pounds on the sides of the earth but no one hears him. They are too into their grieving and he was too far down in the ground for anyone to hear. He could hear the priest reciting "He was only a man of 20 years and 6 . . ." Why am I so thirsty? And cold? And how can I breathe covered by dirt? This is all wrong! Help! He wants to scream but the words won't come out. The thirst is starting to get unbearable and he was wondering if he had to stay like that his whole life. Is that forever? Am I a demon?
Sorry if it turned out horrible. I wrote it in a hurry and didn't have a rough draft and I don't have a beta so it might be stupid. Btw: the italic words are Angel's actual thoughts. The regular is just clarifying his surrondings. Thank you!