I don't own Angel sadly, I'm just paddling in someone else's wonderful creation.
There is more to come and I promise it will be up soon.
"Shit!"
The cry of pain was followed by a loud crash from the office.
Angel stepped out of the elevator and quickly took in the scene; a lamp which had been sitting on his desk was now on the floor casting eerie shadows against the walls and accentuating the look of agony on Doyle's face as he twitched spasmodically in the throws of a vision.
He hurried over to the half-demon and helped him into a chair as the vision ended.
"Man, that was beautiful…" moaned Doyle rubbing his temples.
"I've never heard you call a vision beautiful before." Said Angel.
"Not the vision, the girl. Jesus she was something, I mean, wow…"
"Doyle, the vision" prompted Angel.
"Oh right, there's a girl fighting off these demons, must be at least ten to one, but she's not looking good…"
"Where?" asked Angel anxiously.
"Somewhere in the docks, Gray-something, it's a warehouse. You might need a sword…"
"Right." Said Angel turning to go.
"Hurry," began Doyle, hunting in a drawer for some painkillers, "I don't think she has too long."
He looked up, Angel had gone. The only reply he got was the slamming of the door.
Angel drove like a madman down the road well over the speed limit. It was not like he had to worry about killing himself and the streets were nearly deserted at 4am.
He squealed to a stop next to a large fishy-smelling warehouse with Grayson Ltd. displayed on a peeling sign. There was definitely something going on judging by the noise from inside.
He leapt out of his car and grabbed the sword from the backseat. I wonder why Doyle said I'd need this. He strode towards a small door in the side of the warehouse and opened it with a solid kick. The wooden frame splintered under the force of his foot and he marched in sword held high.
The demons were obviously not expecting company and for a moment paused in their attack on their prey. Angel too paused when he caught sight of their quarry. No wonder Doyle was so distracted by that vision, she is definitely beautiful to behold. Standing in the middle of a ring of assailants stood a tall lithe figure. Her long blond hair braided down her back to reveal delicately pointed ears. Her splendour was however marred by the many injuries that marked her body; vicious slashes across her arms, her back and a gash across her midsection that was bleeding profusely. For split second her piercing green eyes locked on Angel's and silently screamed for aid.
Angel hesitated no longer and launched into the fray sword flashing. Half a dozen bodies already littered the floor, a testament to the mysterious female's bravery and battle prowess but no-one could stand up to these overwhelming numbers for long and she definitely looked on the verge of collapse.
Another four fell at the tip of Angel's sword, the woman no longer attacking, barely managing to defend herself. The remaining demons, realising that the addition opponent was turning the tables on them, fled out into the dark night. Angel turned to the woman.
"Are you OK?" he asked tentatively, although she most clearly wasn't.
He didn't get a reply; he eyes rolled back it her head and if it hadn't have been for Angel's vampiric reflexes she would have hit the floor. Lying in his arms she felt small and fragile, not at all like the warrior she appeared to be. Perspiration beaded on her forehead not just from the exertion of the battle but from the onset of fever. As Doyle had said she didn't look at all good and close up her injuries were horrific. How she could have lasted so long while losing so much blood Angel could not begin to guess, but she was certainly could not last much longer…
