Note: This is the first episode of Angel: city of, from Angel's point of view. Please, please, please, review. Criticism is always welcome just make sue you tell me what I did wrong so I can improve. Next chapter coming soon
This fanfic is dedicated to Glenn Quinn 1970-2002
"I'm Gonna need a hell of a lot more than whisky to get me through this" that's what I was thinking as I walked between the blinding red and white lights of the two ambulances ,intending to put Buffy and Sunnydale in my rearview mirrors. Fast foreword three weeks, I had followed the scent of two male vampires planning to feed on their next victims, two innocent women, probably thinking that they were Gonna get lucky. I sat down at the bar and got a glass of scotch. I was on my third glass before I knew my plan would work.
"Everyone in this town has a story you know I'm here cause of a girl, she was a really, really pretty girl. No she was a hottie girl" I said doing my best drunken slur
"She had, uh, I mean her hair was, you know?'
I could hear the two vampires behind me shooting a round of pool. The girls were both very pretty. One was blonde and let's face facts I had always had a weakness for blondes, first Darla then Buffy Hmm….. I thought maybe blondes are more trouble than they're worth.
"You kind of remind me of her cause you know the hair" it was defiantly working. The guy I was talking to was as bald as a cue ball and probably thought I was drunk off my ass. There was no way anyone could see me as a threat now. I looked behind me, the blonde had pocketed the eight ball too soon, the game would be over and the vampires would want to feed soon. My assumption was correct, one of the vampires came up to the bar
"We're Gonna cash out"
"Girls are nice" I slurred. The vampire went back to his group
"Come on guys, let's go find some real fun." the others followed. I spun around on my barstool and followed them out the door. The group was in an ally when I caught up to them. I didn't hear the whole conversation but I did catch one of them saying something about getting into some club, not an uncommon conversation in this town. That was when I heard:
"Shut up and die" that was my cue.
"'scuze me, excuse me, I'm sorry. Has anyone seen my car, its big and shiny?" I slurred, laying it on thick
"Piss off pal"
I looked at him he had gone vamp. I was surprised at how much he looked like a bat. I hoped that I didn't look like that when I went vamp. Then again there was no way for me to know for sure seeing as it had been a long tome since I had looked in a mirror, 200 years give or take. I was snapped out of my head by the blondes whimpering. I walked over to the "piss off pal" vampire and took a whiff. Intending to be funny I said:
"breath mint?"
That was it the fight was on. The girls lives were hanging in the balance.