No More Running
By Miss Sunnydale 2003
Angel walked out of yet another slimy demon bar. The stink that dripped off the walls would've made Willy's look like a country club. But everything was exaggerated in LA. Fame, fortune, the occasional demon. But nothing seemed bigger in his life(or unlife) at the time, than the death of the love of his life. When Willow had shown up at the hotel, instinct told him Buffy was gone. Somehow, he had heard her say goodbye. He, Cordelia, and Wes had went back to Sunnydale for her funeral, He gave a beautiful, heartbreaking eulogy. What confused him the most, though, was that Spike was there...crying. Though, he avoided confrontation with him. As Angel snapped out of his reverie, he busted down the door that read "Keep Out". He walked through the threshold with ease, knowing it had to be a demon hide out. When he entered, he found a pentagram etched on the cement floor, lit candles circling it, and D'efrodlac demon chanting, "...bring forth the beast, bring forth the end of man..."
Angel grabbed the demon by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Hey, let's not and say we did."
The demon only laughed menacingly. "You're too late. The next thing that comes out of this incoming portal will have the power to create and destroy all of man kind."
With no further use for the creature, Angel snapped it's neck and face the newly opened portal, awaiting the arrival of this new demon. The portal's colors cast a haunting glow on the walls. As it grew larger in proportion, the silhouette of a figure played on it. It was definitely a woman, to say the least. But who?
The silhouette soon materialized in to person, human-looking. As the portal closed, Angel went to the girl to get a closer look. Before he could get a step closer, she whipped around to him, obviously infuriated. He gave her an odd look. She stood and backed away. "Who the hell are you and where am I?!"
TBC
A/N: I'll give you clues to figure out who the mystery-girl is:
A) She has been on the show, but wasn't on it in the 2nd season.
B) I'm Anti-B/A (well, they started to grow on me "like a chia pet").
C) I'm Anti-A/C.
Do you know who?