Title: Made to Fight, Born to Slay
Chapter: 1, Not Another Chance Encounter
Author: Andra Marie
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Drama, Action/Adventure
AU: Buffy was never brought back by Willow. Angel never slept with Darla.
Setting: About 20 years into the future, post-Pulse Seattle.
Summary: Two decades after the death of his love, Angel is now faced with the new challenge of Max.
Spoilers: Angel, seasons 1, 2, and the opening scene of Heartthrob.
Dark Angel season 1, plus Designate This.
A/N: An Angel/ Dark Angel crossover. Not really sure where this is going to go, but hopefully somewhere good. This first chapter is short, because I really need to work on my other fic, but I want to get the beginning out of the way.
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The street was dark and empty. Not many people were ever out late at night; few could afford a taxi and the public transit ended hours ago. No, it wasn't the safest place to be at the moment, but then again, what was? Off in the distance sirens were blaring, probably just the sector police. The stench of garbage radiated from everywhere. Seattle was such a mess- he wasn't even sure why he came. The Pulse had devastated this city. A place once run by geeks with laptops and a Starbucks at every corner was now one of the poorest in the nation. Rebuilding was a slow process, one which Seattle appeared to have barely begun.
He stopped suddenly.
"What do you want?" He clenched his fist, preparing to fight.
A small man in a dark trench coat that didn't quite fit him stepped out of the shadows and onto the street.
"Well, Angel, I wanted to talk to you."
"I'm not exactly in the talking mood, Whistler."
The last time he had seen Whistler was the first day he actually felt like he could do something. He had shown him his future love, then a naïve teenager who had no idea what the future had in store for her. He saw her first encounter with a vampire. She made him want to help- to make something of his eternity.
"The name's Fallon, now. And you're never in the talking mood anyway. I'm here to help you Angel, again. Giving you what, a fourth or fifth chance?"
"I don't need your help." He said through clenched teeth.
"I believe you do. You turned you back on them, and they are willing to give you another shot. Be thankful."
"Be thankful for what???? She died, and I wasn't there."
Angel was screaming now in a fit of rage. He always got this way when he though about her and what happened to her. His love had died, and he wasn't there. She had saved him, and he couldn't save her. For some reason, he thought that the Powers that Be should have let him known. They should've given Cordelia a vision to let him know to be there, with her. Now she was gone forever, and he was stuck in this world, now torn into shambles.
When Angel had come back from Tibet, he thought that he was better, maybe even ready to move on with his life. But after a few months, he knew he couldn't do it anymore; he couldn't keep fighting for a cause he wasn't even sure he believed in anymore. What was the point of fighting and to achieve his Shanshu when he didn't have her to share it with? Angel soon left L.A., and the entire continent for that matter. He spent the next eight years traveling the world- something he hadn't done for nearly a hundred years. It had all drastically changed since he had been there. When the Pulse hit in 2009, though, Angel came back to the States. He tried to find Cordelia, Gunn, Wesley, and Fred, but it was fruitless. The world was in shambles, and it was easy for people to get lost in the shuffle.
"Don't blame them for her death, Angel."
Angel muttered something under his breath which Fallon didn't really care to know.
"There is a new one, Angel."
"A new slayer?"
"Yeah."
"What's that have to do with me?"
"It's got everything to do with you."
"And why is that?"
"This one is different. She's already stronger and a better fighter that any others. Her life is already torn. You can help her, guide her."
"Haven't I heard that somewhere before? "
"You still have a lot to gain, Angel. Meet me here tomorrow." Fallon threw a piece of paper at Angel. "If you're still strong enough."
With that, Fallon left, leaving Angel standing on the street staring at the piece of paper at his feet. Angel picked it up slowly; it had an address on it, somewhere in Sector 8, he thought.
If you're still strong enough.
Buffy had one told him that being strong was fighting- it was hard, and it was everyday.
Was he still strong enough?
Chapter: 1, Not Another Chance Encounter
Author: Andra Marie
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Drama, Action/Adventure
AU: Buffy was never brought back by Willow. Angel never slept with Darla.
Setting: About 20 years into the future, post-Pulse Seattle.
Summary: Two decades after the death of his love, Angel is now faced with the new challenge of Max.
Spoilers: Angel, seasons 1, 2, and the opening scene of Heartthrob.
Dark Angel season 1, plus Designate This.
A/N: An Angel/ Dark Angel crossover. Not really sure where this is going to go, but hopefully somewhere good. This first chapter is short, because I really need to work on my other fic, but I want to get the beginning out of the way.
Email me with your feedback! angel_chic101@hotmail.com
Feedback: This is a must! I will absolutely DIE without it!
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The street was dark and empty. Not many people were ever out late at night; few could afford a taxi and the public transit ended hours ago. No, it wasn't the safest place to be at the moment, but then again, what was? Off in the distance sirens were blaring, probably just the sector police. The stench of garbage radiated from everywhere. Seattle was such a mess- he wasn't even sure why he came. The Pulse had devastated this city. A place once run by geeks with laptops and a Starbucks at every corner was now one of the poorest in the nation. Rebuilding was a slow process, one which Seattle appeared to have barely begun.
He stopped suddenly.
"What do you want?" He clenched his fist, preparing to fight.
A small man in a dark trench coat that didn't quite fit him stepped out of the shadows and onto the street.
"Well, Angel, I wanted to talk to you."
"I'm not exactly in the talking mood, Whistler."
The last time he had seen Whistler was the first day he actually felt like he could do something. He had shown him his future love, then a naïve teenager who had no idea what the future had in store for her. He saw her first encounter with a vampire. She made him want to help- to make something of his eternity.
"The name's Fallon, now. And you're never in the talking mood anyway. I'm here to help you Angel, again. Giving you what, a fourth or fifth chance?"
"I don't need your help." He said through clenched teeth.
"I believe you do. You turned you back on them, and they are willing to give you another shot. Be thankful."
"Be thankful for what???? She died, and I wasn't there."
Angel was screaming now in a fit of rage. He always got this way when he though about her and what happened to her. His love had died, and he wasn't there. She had saved him, and he couldn't save her. For some reason, he thought that the Powers that Be should have let him known. They should've given Cordelia a vision to let him know to be there, with her. Now she was gone forever, and he was stuck in this world, now torn into shambles.
When Angel had come back from Tibet, he thought that he was better, maybe even ready to move on with his life. But after a few months, he knew he couldn't do it anymore; he couldn't keep fighting for a cause he wasn't even sure he believed in anymore. What was the point of fighting and to achieve his Shanshu when he didn't have her to share it with? Angel soon left L.A., and the entire continent for that matter. He spent the next eight years traveling the world- something he hadn't done for nearly a hundred years. It had all drastically changed since he had been there. When the Pulse hit in 2009, though, Angel came back to the States. He tried to find Cordelia, Gunn, Wesley, and Fred, but it was fruitless. The world was in shambles, and it was easy for people to get lost in the shuffle.
"Don't blame them for her death, Angel."
Angel muttered something under his breath which Fallon didn't really care to know.
"There is a new one, Angel."
"A new slayer?"
"Yeah."
"What's that have to do with me?"
"It's got everything to do with you."
"And why is that?"
"This one is different. She's already stronger and a better fighter that any others. Her life is already torn. You can help her, guide her."
"Haven't I heard that somewhere before? "
"You still have a lot to gain, Angel. Meet me here tomorrow." Fallon threw a piece of paper at Angel. "If you're still strong enough."
With that, Fallon left, leaving Angel standing on the street staring at the piece of paper at his feet. Angel picked it up slowly; it had an address on it, somewhere in Sector 8, he thought.
If you're still strong enough.
Buffy had one told him that being strong was fighting- it was hard, and it was everyday.
Was he still strong enough?