*Please review this story and tell me if you think it fits well with the first story I wrote about Elizabeth. I only had a little bit of time to write this one because I have to leave to go on a vacation and I wanted this posted before I left.
**Disclaimer(I forgot one in my first story!) I do not own any of the characters pertaining to the tv series "Angel" or "Buffy".
The first time I saw Angelus, I knew he would be different. He was evil now, he killed without mercy, but something told me that he was going to feel remorse for every person he killed.
I sighed as I sat down on my velvet covered bed. The night had been exasperating. Setting fire to the Williamson's house had hardly taught Darla and her crew a lesson. The incident would be soon forgotten by them, and they would go on killing children, playing with them before sucking the life out of them. Angelus especially loved to toy with his victims, as if it were all a game. Perhaps Darla had given him that trait, she was that heartless. Or perhaps it was a trait all his own, one he had long before Darla had ever bit him. I'd been watching him for a long time, studying him, trying to understand his every move. My senses told me to keep track of him, to watch for his change. Never did my senses tell me the whole story, only bits and pieces. In time they fell together to show the whole picture, even if it took a hundred years or so.
It was strange to think that one day Angelus would be saving the world. He was so uncaring now, so evil. All he cared about was his own needs. That would all change soon.
I looked across my bed and into my mirror. I despised not seeing my reflection and despised what I was. Why was my life stolen away from me so soon? That fateful bite had cast me away from everyone, and had made me an outcast. It cursed me. I wasn't accepted by the vampires because of my human soul, yet the humans looked to me to be something of a monster. I didn't blame them. Who wouldn't hate something that had to kill people to live? Even if I didn't have a human's soul, no man would ever love me because of the way I look. Trapped in a child's body. I'm destined to be forever alone.
Again my senses told me some of what was to come. There would be someone like me, someone who was thrown into something they didn't want to be a part of. Someone who was forced to be an outcast because of powers given to them. A girl, a slayer, who's path would be crossed by both Angelus and I. What my senses didn't tell me was if us meeting her would be for better or for worse.....
**Disclaimer(I forgot one in my first story!) I do not own any of the characters pertaining to the tv series "Angel" or "Buffy".
The first time I saw Angelus, I knew he would be different. He was evil now, he killed without mercy, but something told me that he was going to feel remorse for every person he killed.
I sighed as I sat down on my velvet covered bed. The night had been exasperating. Setting fire to the Williamson's house had hardly taught Darla and her crew a lesson. The incident would be soon forgotten by them, and they would go on killing children, playing with them before sucking the life out of them. Angelus especially loved to toy with his victims, as if it were all a game. Perhaps Darla had given him that trait, she was that heartless. Or perhaps it was a trait all his own, one he had long before Darla had ever bit him. I'd been watching him for a long time, studying him, trying to understand his every move. My senses told me to keep track of him, to watch for his change. Never did my senses tell me the whole story, only bits and pieces. In time they fell together to show the whole picture, even if it took a hundred years or so.
It was strange to think that one day Angelus would be saving the world. He was so uncaring now, so evil. All he cared about was his own needs. That would all change soon.
I looked across my bed and into my mirror. I despised not seeing my reflection and despised what I was. Why was my life stolen away from me so soon? That fateful bite had cast me away from everyone, and had made me an outcast. It cursed me. I wasn't accepted by the vampires because of my human soul, yet the humans looked to me to be something of a monster. I didn't blame them. Who wouldn't hate something that had to kill people to live? Even if I didn't have a human's soul, no man would ever love me because of the way I look. Trapped in a child's body. I'm destined to be forever alone.
Again my senses told me some of what was to come. There would be someone like me, someone who was thrown into something they didn't want to be a part of. Someone who was forced to be an outcast because of powers given to them. A girl, a slayer, who's path would be crossed by both Angelus and I. What my senses didn't tell me was if us meeting her would be for better or for worse.....