Apple Cinnamon
Note: In this chapter I do not own any of the Angel characters.
Warning: In later chapters there will be a Wesley and Angel pairing. But till then please enjoy and review.
He had been stabbed, shot, and had all sorts of things happen to him but this stung the worst. He had learned to grow, fight all sorts of creatures, and all the stains they left behind. Sometimes after all, detergent didn't get out all demon blood. He had gotten tired of the weird looks he got from the people at the dry cleaners and the laundry mat. That's why he had bought a washing machine. But now, all those things seemed so cold. He had always felt that it wouldn't last. When he was younger he never did very well, his father never approved.
He seemed to always screw up, make a mess of things, now here was the proof. He had kidnapped Connor, hit Lorne, hurt everyone he cared for, and what was his excuse? He didn't want them to all be hurt by Angel killing Connor. Wesly scoffed, lot of good that did. Turned out the prophecy was false anyway. He should have known, he just didn't want anything bad to happen, to see their faces when Connor died.
He had only been visited twice, once was for Angel to try and kill him the other was Fred. That had stung the most, he cared for her and now…she hated him, she must.
The doctors finished taking care of him and sent him away with advice, warnings, and medication. He walked up to his apartment and went in. It seemed so much more empty. All his sanctuary's seemed tainted, destroyed. He moved slowly into his room then paused, turned and locked his door. In the morning he would put a spell over the door so Angel couldn't come in again.
He went to his bedroom lying down. He had been in the hospital for awhile. Due to the strict rule of no talking he had tons of time to think, none of them where good. He soon fell asleep to a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Wesley got up and glared at the sun. How dare it shine so merrily. He shook his head deciding coffee would be good. He found that he had no coffee and decided against it. He got dressed and walked toward a coffee shop.
Wesley looked around, he didn't want to but he had too. Without a job he would be in as bad of luck as he had been in before he had run into Angel. He walked around to where Caratas use to be. He hated seeing it in such ruins. It had been one of his sanctuary's, it was one that was partly his fault for destroying. He kept walking, feeling like there was a boulder on his shoulder.
A young half demon ran straight into Wesley, knocking him back and the world hazed and faded away.
"Are you alright child?" asked a voice.
Wesley shook his head and looked up an elderly man was peering at him curiously. He had a stoop to him and long wispy gray and white hair. He had glasses on his nose and held a gnarled cane in his hand. His eyes were kind and wise but their was also mischief in them.
Wesley looked around for the half demon but couldn't find her. He realized with a slight shock that the man was talking to him. He stood and dusted himself.
"Yes, thank you for asking." he said in a whisper.
"Sorry about bumping you over sir, your quite unsteady, a wind could've knocked you over." the child said popping up by Wesley's side.
"What's that?" The old man asked looking at the little girl with an odd face.
Wesley was about to explain that the little girl was part of a theatrical performance he was hosting when the little girl held out a small toad to the old man.
"It's a toady." she said happily.
"Ah, is it a prince toady?" the man asked.
"Nope, it's an evil sorcerer toady."
"So what are you going to do to the evil toady?"
"Evil sorcerer toady, and I'm giving him to grandpa."
"He's reading." the old man said and the little girl demon ran off.
"Do I need to explain any of that to you?" the man asked sitting down at the end of the couch that Wesley was sitting on.
"No, she's a Spiflu demon, or half of one anyway." Wesley said sitting up.
"Good job, now do you know where you are?" he asked.
Wesley took the moment to look around. The ceiling was high and there were tall bookshelves that towered high. Something flashed in his peripheral vision. He turned and noticed a black creature climbing up one of the bookshelves. Its long tongue flicked out and grabbed a book before scampering down.
Wesley shook his head amazed, "A library." he said.
"You sound skeptical, do you know what library this is?"
"No, and I don't get why there are so many demons here."
"This is my library, it has the largest collection of books in the world. Any book you want can be found here. And its open to anyone." the old man said waving his cane in the direction of the shelves.
"You're a human right? Aren't you worried that someone will break in and destroy everything?" Wesley asked.
"Place is protected."
"From demon's hurting one another?"
"Yes."
"From humans hurting each other and demons?"
"Yes."
"From guns?"
"Any kind."
"From magic?"
"Impervious."
"From fire."
"Instantly doused."
"From attacks from outside?"
"Shielded."
"From sky attacks?"
"Not a single scratch to be gained."
"From the ground?"
"Can't get in, the doors the only way in and its hidden." the man said calmly. "Now before you start another poor sentence with 'from' allow me to explain. When I had this place built I made sure to double-check everything with war generals and strategists. They searched many thousands of times for any holes in the system. People can teleport in here, crash, or even rip a hole through space but not a single person can be killed or decapitated in here. A person could try to get rid off all the protection, but once they leave they blow up. It's quite sad really. But this is probably the safest place, anywhere. And also all the books are safe, not much a library if the books get destroyed."
"That sounds, nice." Wesley said.
"And your welcome to stay…now tell me, do you like books?"
Isehart- Here ends Chapter 1 of Apple Cinnamon. I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to review.