Welcome to the world of Bridgette. This is the first of many stories
featuring a character I wish could have been a large part of the BtVS
world. I've based many of Bridge's abilities on those of Sita from
Christopher Pike's "The Last Vampire" (as you may have noticed). I realized
quickly once I created Bridgette that I was describing a creature very much
like the character I adore. Anyone who has read this series by Pike
understands where the similarities and differences are. To anyone who
hasn't read it, it's recommended to anyone who loves vampire novels!
This takes place at the beginning of the first season of Angel, which is the fourth season of Buffy, and is between the second and third episodes of each show.
DISCLAIMER: This story is put on this site with the consent of the writer. DO NOT use this material unless you have her consent. The "Buffy" and "Angel" characters and settings are property of Joss Wheadon and Mutant Enemy. This story is FAN FICTION; I am not profiting from their use. All new characters and settings have been born from my imagination.
The moon was high in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the streets of LA. When one has spent enough time here, the usual sounds of the night fade into the background, leaving a false, yet peaceful silence…
The demon was tossed into a group of garbage cans with a satisfying crash. In an instant, he was back up and ready to fight.
"What is it with slime demons and strip clubs?" Angel snarled, his yellow vampire eyes flashing in the moonlight, "Do you guys actually think you could get girls to give you a thrill with that face?"
The demon took a swing, which Angel easily dodged and backhanded the creature. It stumbled back and noticed the taste of his own blood in his mouth. "I don't know why you interfered vampire, but my business there will be completed."
A new voice came from the mouth of the alley. "Sorry pal, business hours are over."
Angel spun on his heel to face Doyle. The demon recognized the half-breed, and the sword he was tossing to the one called Angel. He rushed the vampire, but it was too late. Angel turned back in time to strike the demon's heart with the sword.
One dead slime demon.
"Nicely done." Doyle said.
Angel morphed back to human face and withdrew the sword from the demon's chest. "Burn the corpse." He said to Doyle, walking out of the alley.
"Me?"
Angel turned back to him; "I've got to get back to Cordelia and reverse the spell before midnight, using this sword. Unless, you'd rather she remain blind for the rest of her life?"
"I've got to burn the stiff."
Angel spun and raced back towards the office building. Doyle stood and stared after him for a moment.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Someone else was staring after Angel as well. She stood on the roof of a nearby building, having seen everything.
*Having seen many things.* She thought. Then she was distracted by something rubbing at her leg, where a white cat waited. "Hey there, Ghost," she breathed, picking the cat up and petting it. "Find any decent rats?" The cat just blinked. "Oh, you're too picky about your blood, Ghost!" She sighed. "You are the only vampire cat I've ever heard of, that has such a refined taste for it." When she got no reaction, she put the cat down and looked back to the direction that Angel took. "It's time, Angel," she announced, "For our reunion." And after another beat, Bridgette raced after Angel.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Cordelia sighed with relief, "Oh, God, I thought I'd never see the sun again."
Doyle took that in, "Usually if a person says that, they've actually looked at the sun, yeah?"
Cordy looked up from her mirror and gave Doyle an icy stare. "Doyle, the sun will still be there after I've repaired the damage that three days without my sight can do. I have an image that our clients respect me for. Someone needing our help could walk through that door----" Cordelia was cut off by a knock at the door, "SEE!"
The door opened and standing there was a young redhead. She looked no more (but no less) than eighteen, and at a closer look, Doyle noticed her very green eyes. He snapped back to reality when she spoke.
"Hi…" she paused for a second trying to find the right words, "If I said 'help me' would I be in the right place?"
"Well if you're referring to that outfit---"
Doyle spoke up before Cordy could finish her fashion lesson; "This is Angel Investigations."
Relief flooded the girl's face, "Oh good! I'm looking for this Angel person. I was told by a reliable source that he could help me."
"Yeah your friend is right. Uh…might we ask who?" Doyle inquired.
"Someone named Buffy Summers."
Cordelia was somewhat astonished, "You know Buffy?"
The girl seemed taken aback, "We had a brief encounter."
Doyle was puzzled by the answer, but didn't wish to pry.
The girl continued, "Listen I have to keep moving."
"What about needing our help?" Cordy realized she sounded much too desperate.
"I'm not in any imminent danger." The girl reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, "Just give Mr. Angel this the next time you see him. Please." She handed it to Cordelia and turned to leave.
"Wait a second!" Cordelia demanded.
The girl turned back with an impatient stare.
"Just at least tell us your name." Cordelia finished.
"Bridgette." She answered, and then was gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As Angel entered the moonlit office, Cordelia's conversation with Doyle caught his attention immediately, "I mean, why would Miss Slayer of vampires need to send her here? She lives for killing things that attack the helpless. Why should this be any different?"
"Maybe we should look into the possibility that Buffy never met the girl." Doyle suggested.
"What girl?" Angel interjected.
The pair jumped to face Angel,
"A pretty one," Doyle spoke up, " said her name was Bridgette."
"She wanted you to have this." Cordy added, handing Angel the envelope.
Angel examined the envelope a moment before opening it. He pulled out a delicate piece of parchment and carefully unfolded it. A business card fell out. He never would have imagined what he was to read:
Dearest Liam;
I remember that you were never one to follow orders so I won't bother to set a time. Just meet me at the address printed on the card included, when the sun sets…or whenever!
This may be very hard for you to believe, but in all this time I have been alive, watching your 'adventures' and waiting for the day when we would be reunited.
If you haven't realized who I am, then I have just the thing to jog your memory:
"When our dear old parents have left us, there's nothing to stop us from seeing the world, together."
You may have not known it till now, but you kept your promise. I'm waiting for you, dear brother.
Bridge
Angel was gone with the card, before the letter hit the table. Leaving Cordelia to stare at the parchment.
"Liam? Whose Liam?" Was the last thing Angel heard from the office.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Oz peered at the dark sky and made a mental note, One more night till I'm wolfman again. He turned his attention to Willow, who was mumbling out a protection spell. Along with Giles, they were waiting for the Grossman twins to rise from their graves. A new vamp in town was going to use them to bring about the apocalypse, or something. It all seemed the same to the Scooby Gang. So while Buffy and Xander dealt with this vampire, it was the others job to kill the twins, for the second time, before they gained some magick power they were supposed to receive upon rising from the dead. Giles warned them that they may already have enough magick to escape the trio, but was optimistic they wouldn't realize their power right away, which would give them the upper-hand-----momentarily. At least that's what Oz got out of Giles' usual brand of explanations. The point was they had to act fast.
* * * *
"Buffy slow down!" Xander complained.
Buffy turned to stare at him, "Why did you even come? This would be a whole lot quicker as a team of one."
Xander stopped to catch his breath, "What's the rush? This isn't very stealth-like."
Buffy huffed and continued walking, "I don't have time for an apocalypse this week, Xander. I'm sorry if my choice to live a life is interfering with your fitness plan, but I have to dust this creep so I can get back to cramming for Prof. Walsh's quiz tomorrow."
A scream echoed from an alley up ahead, and Buffy was off again.
"And to think, while you're in classes, I get to spend that time doing more of this." Grumbling, Xander chased after Buffy.
This takes place at the beginning of the first season of Angel, which is the fourth season of Buffy, and is between the second and third episodes of each show.
DISCLAIMER: This story is put on this site with the consent of the writer. DO NOT use this material unless you have her consent. The "Buffy" and "Angel" characters and settings are property of Joss Wheadon and Mutant Enemy. This story is FAN FICTION; I am not profiting from their use. All new characters and settings have been born from my imagination.
The moon was high in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the streets of LA. When one has spent enough time here, the usual sounds of the night fade into the background, leaving a false, yet peaceful silence…
The demon was tossed into a group of garbage cans with a satisfying crash. In an instant, he was back up and ready to fight.
"What is it with slime demons and strip clubs?" Angel snarled, his yellow vampire eyes flashing in the moonlight, "Do you guys actually think you could get girls to give you a thrill with that face?"
The demon took a swing, which Angel easily dodged and backhanded the creature. It stumbled back and noticed the taste of his own blood in his mouth. "I don't know why you interfered vampire, but my business there will be completed."
A new voice came from the mouth of the alley. "Sorry pal, business hours are over."
Angel spun on his heel to face Doyle. The demon recognized the half-breed, and the sword he was tossing to the one called Angel. He rushed the vampire, but it was too late. Angel turned back in time to strike the demon's heart with the sword.
One dead slime demon.
"Nicely done." Doyle said.
Angel morphed back to human face and withdrew the sword from the demon's chest. "Burn the corpse." He said to Doyle, walking out of the alley.
"Me?"
Angel turned back to him; "I've got to get back to Cordelia and reverse the spell before midnight, using this sword. Unless, you'd rather she remain blind for the rest of her life?"
"I've got to burn the stiff."
Angel spun and raced back towards the office building. Doyle stood and stared after him for a moment.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Someone else was staring after Angel as well. She stood on the roof of a nearby building, having seen everything.
*Having seen many things.* She thought. Then she was distracted by something rubbing at her leg, where a white cat waited. "Hey there, Ghost," she breathed, picking the cat up and petting it. "Find any decent rats?" The cat just blinked. "Oh, you're too picky about your blood, Ghost!" She sighed. "You are the only vampire cat I've ever heard of, that has such a refined taste for it." When she got no reaction, she put the cat down and looked back to the direction that Angel took. "It's time, Angel," she announced, "For our reunion." And after another beat, Bridgette raced after Angel.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Cordelia sighed with relief, "Oh, God, I thought I'd never see the sun again."
Doyle took that in, "Usually if a person says that, they've actually looked at the sun, yeah?"
Cordy looked up from her mirror and gave Doyle an icy stare. "Doyle, the sun will still be there after I've repaired the damage that three days without my sight can do. I have an image that our clients respect me for. Someone needing our help could walk through that door----" Cordelia was cut off by a knock at the door, "SEE!"
The door opened and standing there was a young redhead. She looked no more (but no less) than eighteen, and at a closer look, Doyle noticed her very green eyes. He snapped back to reality when she spoke.
"Hi…" she paused for a second trying to find the right words, "If I said 'help me' would I be in the right place?"
"Well if you're referring to that outfit---"
Doyle spoke up before Cordy could finish her fashion lesson; "This is Angel Investigations."
Relief flooded the girl's face, "Oh good! I'm looking for this Angel person. I was told by a reliable source that he could help me."
"Yeah your friend is right. Uh…might we ask who?" Doyle inquired.
"Someone named Buffy Summers."
Cordelia was somewhat astonished, "You know Buffy?"
The girl seemed taken aback, "We had a brief encounter."
Doyle was puzzled by the answer, but didn't wish to pry.
The girl continued, "Listen I have to keep moving."
"What about needing our help?" Cordy realized she sounded much too desperate.
"I'm not in any imminent danger." The girl reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, "Just give Mr. Angel this the next time you see him. Please." She handed it to Cordelia and turned to leave.
"Wait a second!" Cordelia demanded.
The girl turned back with an impatient stare.
"Just at least tell us your name." Cordelia finished.
"Bridgette." She answered, and then was gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As Angel entered the moonlit office, Cordelia's conversation with Doyle caught his attention immediately, "I mean, why would Miss Slayer of vampires need to send her here? She lives for killing things that attack the helpless. Why should this be any different?"
"Maybe we should look into the possibility that Buffy never met the girl." Doyle suggested.
"What girl?" Angel interjected.
The pair jumped to face Angel,
"A pretty one," Doyle spoke up, " said her name was Bridgette."
"She wanted you to have this." Cordy added, handing Angel the envelope.
Angel examined the envelope a moment before opening it. He pulled out a delicate piece of parchment and carefully unfolded it. A business card fell out. He never would have imagined what he was to read:
Dearest Liam;
I remember that you were never one to follow orders so I won't bother to set a time. Just meet me at the address printed on the card included, when the sun sets…or whenever!
This may be very hard for you to believe, but in all this time I have been alive, watching your 'adventures' and waiting for the day when we would be reunited.
If you haven't realized who I am, then I have just the thing to jog your memory:
"When our dear old parents have left us, there's nothing to stop us from seeing the world, together."
You may have not known it till now, but you kept your promise. I'm waiting for you, dear brother.
Bridge
Angel was gone with the card, before the letter hit the table. Leaving Cordelia to stare at the parchment.
"Liam? Whose Liam?" Was the last thing Angel heard from the office.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Oz peered at the dark sky and made a mental note, One more night till I'm wolfman again. He turned his attention to Willow, who was mumbling out a protection spell. Along with Giles, they were waiting for the Grossman twins to rise from their graves. A new vamp in town was going to use them to bring about the apocalypse, or something. It all seemed the same to the Scooby Gang. So while Buffy and Xander dealt with this vampire, it was the others job to kill the twins, for the second time, before they gained some magick power they were supposed to receive upon rising from the dead. Giles warned them that they may already have enough magick to escape the trio, but was optimistic they wouldn't realize their power right away, which would give them the upper-hand-----momentarily. At least that's what Oz got out of Giles' usual brand of explanations. The point was they had to act fast.
* * * *
"Buffy slow down!" Xander complained.
Buffy turned to stare at him, "Why did you even come? This would be a whole lot quicker as a team of one."
Xander stopped to catch his breath, "What's the rush? This isn't very stealth-like."
Buffy huffed and continued walking, "I don't have time for an apocalypse this week, Xander. I'm sorry if my choice to live a life is interfering with your fitness plan, but I have to dust this creep so I can get back to cramming for Prof. Walsh's quiz tomorrow."
A scream echoed from an alley up ahead, and Buffy was off again.
"And to think, while you're in classes, I get to spend that time doing more of this." Grumbling, Xander chased after Buffy.