Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, Spike, Gunn, or any other characters from 'Angel'. I'm just borrowing them to use them shamelessly and then I will return them promptly.
A/N: Hey guys...ok...so this is my first story. It will be Spike/OC eventually and it's basically set in Season 5 but the year is 2009 (same series of events just different background stuff). I hope you guys enjoy it!
I walked down the street, quickly, considering I was being followed. Of course I was being followed, it happened too much lately. Seers were in high demand and I happened to be one. I was in specifically high demand, not only because I lived in the Los Angeles area but also because my visions didn't come from The Powers that Be. My sight wasn't clouded by their influence. I was a safe bet, for the most part.
I knew I was going to be followed this morning, and by whom. Well, I didn't have names, but I had faces. One had dark hair, most likely brown, with brown eyes, wearing a business suit (yuck!), and obviously vampire. The second one was also vampire, though better looking than the first, his hair was platinum blond and his eyes were the most crystalline color of blue I've ever seen. He was wearing a long overcoat with a black (and tight) tee shirt under it with black leather pants; he was most definitely my type, except for the whole vampire thing. The last man tailing me was human, contrary to both vampires, his skin was dark and he, too, was wearing a business suit. The human carried a gun and a stake (like that would do much against me, being the creature that I am).
Exactly what am I? That, my dear, is the question. No one really knows what I am, of course I only have my opinion, no one else has been able to get close enough to me to give an opinion. What happened to me goes as follows: on my twenty first birthday I was to be married, to a man I never met (that was the 16th century for you). The wedding was crashed, by vampires known as Angelus, Darla, Drusilla, and William the Bloody. Angelus bit me, and drained my body of almost all of my blood. After they left, my would-be husband revealed himself as a werewolf, and in turn, bit me to try and save my life. Dazed and confused, I ran from Ireland into Britain and from there to America, where I still live.
Wonderful, now you know my brilliant life history, lets return to the present. These vampires were good trackers, I couldn't shake them (of course I knew this when I woke up this morning) so the least I could do was fight them off. So, I picked the battlefield. I picked a alley in the warehouse district, where three buildings intersected. In the corner of one of the intersections a bunch of crates were stacked to about the height of the second story of one of the buildings. It was here that I laid in wait. Before I disappeared into the darkness of the shadow of the building, I caught a look at my reflection in the window directly across from me.
Some had said I was pretty, but a more accurate description of me was badass. I had long, crimson colored hair (very close to the color of blood, actually) that was as straight as a board no matter what I did with it. I was wearing leather (duh!); more specifically: black leather pants that fit my legs tightly (but I still had the advantage of my full flexibility) that were tucked into my knee length patent leather stiletto heeled boots. My shirt was also black leather that had long sleeves but stopped above my bellybutton (better to show off the piercing there) with a low cut V-neck. I had a black headband in my hair, and I wore no ear rings even though my ears were pierced several times.
Satisfied that I still could kick ass and look good, I sunk into the darkness and waited. About five minutes into my wait, the dark haired vampire stepped into the alley way and did a detailed 360 of the area. He turned and motioned to the other two who then stepped into the alley, human then the blond vampire. The dark skinned human didn't lower either weapon as he too (though I didn't think his human eyes could detect anything that the vampires did not) did a quick surveillance of the area.
The darker vampire spoke, "We know you're here, we just wanna' talk to you."
I rolled my eyes in the darkness, people like this never just wanted to talk. I felt for my favorite (and very stereotypical) weapon, a ten foot (black) bull whip at my waist. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my mouth to take in the scent of both vampires and the human. When I opened my eyes, I could feel my pupils dilate like a cats and I could feel my canine teeth dissolve into points (the rest of my teeth did this as well just not as noticeable).
I rolled my shoulders and lunged. In the vampires (and humans) eyes I appeared out of nowhere (which was the desired affect after all). I was headed toward the human, and before he could shoot me I twisted in midair and grabbed his gun. When I landed a few feet away from the three of them I threw the gun on top of the crates I had just vacated. I untwined my whip and flicked my wrist out and the end of it wrapped around the stake the human was carrying and it jerked out of his hands.
I stood battle ready, whip in hand, and waited for a response from the vampire. What surprised me was that the human spoke first, "My name is Charles Gunn, attorney of law, and these are my associates, Angel and Spike." He motioned first to the dark vampire I know knew to be Angel and then the blond one, now known as Spike. The human, I meant Charles, continued to speak, "Are you Evangeline O'Malley?"
I smiled to show my pointed teeth and then spoke, allowing my old Irish accent to slip into my voice, "Ai, it could be, but it could also not, dependin' if I owe ye anythin' or not."
Charles smiled, "No, you don't owe us anything. But we would appreciate your help in a matter of importance."
"Very little' is important to me any moor', some um' like me doesn't go 'round carryin' grudges," I said.
"We work at Wolfram and Hart, Miss O'Malley, and we would like your assistance in a matter of…prophetic proportions," he continued.
I dropped my accent (really, I only used it for first impressions) and replied, "And beside the fact that you want to use me shamelessly, what am I going to get out of this deal?"
"We are prepared to pay you a very large amount of money and you would get a chance to smite the Powers that Be."
"Ah, well, that's a different story, smiting the Powers that Be…you don't get to do that often," I said, a little agitated that the vampires appeared to be nothing more than pets to a lawyer. I had nothing against the Powers that Be…accept for the fact that they royal screwed over my life. Really, the money was appealing to me even though my morals (or what little of them was intact) screamed that it was wrong. "What would I have to do?"
Charles looked pleased with himself but it wasn't him that spoke, it was the business suit vampire…Angel. "All you would have to do is use your…powers…to look into the future and help us on our…quest…to prove to the Powers that humans are a race that can fight for themselves."
I looked at the vampire Angel, he seemed familiar somehow but I didn't ask. What he said made sense and I couldn't help but agree. "Well, for those of you that want to fight the good fight that might sound wonderful. I'm in it for the money…if someone gives me more than you do I'll turn on you in a heartbeat and bite you in the ass. Other than that…" I flipped my wrist and pulled my whip into me (which caused it to wrap several times around my waist). "Then we have a deal."
I walked over to the vampire and help out my hand which he took. I had the feeling that this would be the start of a beautiful screw over.
