Hiya peeps!
Well boy did it take me a while to find this fandom! Curses and bother and all that, because by the time I've gotten round to watching Angel, most of the fandom has gone!
But not to worry! XD Stubborn as I am, I'm gunna write my own anyways!
So here it is! A hopefully completely new idea (though I have no way of knowing if it is) to go with this wonderful pairing and show!
I hope you can enjoy the ride with me, as I really have NO idea where this is going as of yet XD
Disclaimer: Angel is not, and never will be, mine. But hey, a girl can dream!
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Angel's eyes snapped open, shining brightly in the dimly lit room.
Like pure black silk he slipped from his equally dark sheets, padding slowly across the cool floor to his wardrobe. He pulled on a black shirt, pants, coat, and heavy boots. The usual attire.
Stealing down the stars like the quietest of shadows he excited the building, forsaking his many company cars for the joys of a walk on his own in the dark, deadly streets of Los Angeles.
He looked up at the moon, and couldn't help but start to laugh.
Oh, it was so good to be alive!
Well, as alive as a person without a beating heart can be.
Laughing gleefully he spun in a circle, grinning up at the stars as the first drops of rain splashed against his cheeks.
"Hey! Gene Kelly! Get yer damn pansy ass out of my joint!"
Angel sighed, why could he never just enjoy the world around him?
He turned to the offending punks, grinning as the rain began to fall in torrential floods, "your joint?" he pulled an puzzled face, "I had no idea it belonged to you, it wasn't marked. I'm so sorry."
He took a few innocent steps closer, "would you like me to mark it for you now, or later?"
The thugs leered at him. "You're a bloody big feller!" said one, grinning as he raised a glinting knife threateningly, completely ignoring Angel's words.
Angel smiled, "and yet you still think you can take me."
The ring leader hissed, advancing on Angel with his three lackeys, "you 'aint so big that my knife won't cut you into little tiny pieces!"
Angel raised his hands, palms up in a gesture of vulnerability. "Hey now, before you go trying to kill me with those shiny new weapons of yours, there's something you should know…"
He trailed off, looking to the side so as not to provoke them.
"Oh yeah?" sneered the leader, "and what's that?"
Like lightning Angel had reached forward, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it, before slamming his closed hand upwards against the hilt of the knife, driving it cleanly through the thug's throat and into the skull.
"For me mate, you need wood."
The three others simply stood gaping, before one of them burst out, "you bastard! You killed 'im! You bloody killed Martin!"
Angel grimaced, wiping away a stray drop of blood that had fallen on the back of his hand, he gestured vaguely at the fast increasing pool of blood at his feet, "he hadn't marked the street yet, I was helping him along" he grinned, "It's written in blood now."
Still he shook his head, "But why did I kill him? I should have known better."
He looked up, sharp fangs glinting in the bright moonlight.
"But don't worry, I'm far too hungry to let it happen again…"
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Well there you go! XD
Please tell me what you think! Go on, the button's right there! You know you wanna push it! XD