A/N- So I said that I'd wait and finish the other fic 1st…but this just
would NOT get out of my head. Just a warning…its another AU fic. Let me
know if you want more. I won't write or post anymore if you don't want it.
Oh… And this is gonna be weird. I have read stranger things, but…well, it's
a little hard to believe and I know it. :) I'm gonna dedicate this to every
single Angel and Btvs freak who has dreamed of getting in on the action. :)
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! I mean it people… :)
Disclaimer- Sadly, I don't own the characters from the shows (or the actors) or anything…blah blah blah. You guys know the drill. Don't sue me is all I need to say. :) Plus, if Angel or any of the other incredibly sexy guys were mine, do you think I'd actually share? :) However, the non-tv show characters *are* mine…but if you want to use them or something (which I seriously doubt) just tell me about it.
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"Angel…" The voice floats towards me. "Angel…" It's getting louder. "Angel!" I open my eyes and glance at my clock. It's like 7 am. *Waaayyy* too early for me. "Angelita get your 16 year old butt downstairs this instant!"
"Mum…" I moan loudly. "Its Saturday. And its only 7 am. Gimme a break!"
I hear her footsteps as she climbs the stairs and makes her way towards my door. She doesn't even bother knocking. Instead, she bursts through my bedroom door. "We have plans today, or did you forget?" She snaps.
"But it's only seven…" I start to whinge.
She cuts me off, "Tell you what. You get up, have your half-hourly shower, get dressed and come down stairs and we'll see whether we can drop you off at the shops with your friends…on our way home."
I sigh. "Fine."
She smiles. "Sometimes I'd swear you *are* a vampire. Alert and energetic at night, but try to get you to do something during the day…." I throw my pillow at her. We have a great relationship, my mum and I.
My name is Angelita Verbez. Yeah, I know, I have a weird name. My parents couldn't help my last name, but my first…? They couldn't decide between Angela and Anita so they chose Angelita. It's a variation of Angela, and means the exact same thing. 'Angel or messenger.' So it's kinda easy to see where I got my nickname. I know sooo many people that hate their nicknames, but me? I love mine. I hate being called anything other than Angel. Especially after the first time I saw the character on Buffy.
Ah! I swooned over him. And when they revealed his identity as a vampire… PRICELESS. And now, David Boreanaz has his own show (has had for like 2/3 years)…revolving around that same character. The vampire with a soul.
That's another one of my identities. My friends love to tease me about it. They've gone so far as to dubb me Angelus when I have pms. I won't deny the fact that I love it. But my favourite saying of all time is 'Angel loves Angel'. I don't know why…I know how corny it is, though. That's probably why I like it so much.
Unfortunately, the show's not on TV at the moment. The stupid TV stations here in Australia don't put the episodes up as fast as they do in America and the rest of the world. Which is soo dim-witted. So here I am, stuck living off all the spoilers. (Meanwhile, I was shocked to find out that Darla is going to have Angel's baby! Yikes!)
I'm *almost* ashamed to admit that I dream of one day meeting the cast of Btvs and Angel. But I know it'll never happen 'cos…well…I'm here on the Gold Coast in *Australia* and they're in LA…or whatever in *America*. Although…I *might* have had a chance of meeting SMG when she was filming 'Scooby Doo' (ironic that she became part of the real Scooby gang, don't you think?) but I didn't go to Pac. Fair (Big Shopping Center on the Gold Coast) with my friends. You see, they actually *saw* her there! Trust me to *not* go with them that one time…Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk.
By now I've had my shower and gotten dressed. I'm wearing my basic black jeans, my white top with the ¾ sleeves and a black jacket. That's another thing about me that I have in common with vampy Angel… I like black. It's not only slimming, but it's a non-obvious colour. Mum hates it when I wear it from head to toe, as do my friends…so I usually throw on a plain coloured shirt of some kind. Keeps everyone happy. And have I mentioned that I hate mirrors…I can't stand looking at myself. I don't have low self- esteem or anything like that…I just don't like it.
So now it's kinda obvious why I've earned my right to be nicknamed Angel. I never set out to have these similarities…they just happened. There's a lot more too…like I'm not really a social person. I have a small group of friends and I'm fine with just that. I hate singing in public and dating doesn't like me (but we'll get to that later). I do, however, tan nicely…a very non-Angel thing. What can I say…I like the beach. (That's a good thing too, 'cos I live right near it.) Oh…then there's the fact that I have dark brown hair that seems to only like one or two styles, and my eyes are dark brown as well. And apparently I'm a very broody person when I want to be. (Hey, I just don't like sharing my feelings. Is that so bad?) Anyways…there are a few more trivial things…but we'll leave it at that, for the time being…
Bounding down the stairs, I hum the Angel theme. It's a habit. Every time I think of the show or the characters I hum. It's the same with Btvs, too. Mum's waiting for me in the kitchen.
"Want breakfast?" She asks.
I shake my head. "No. Not hungry." She sighs pointedly, and opens her mouth to start the spiel that she starts every day. This time I cut her off. "Yeah, I know…it's the most important meal of the day…yada yada yada…" I make my hand do the 'talking' thing, as I say it.
"Well…?" Mum asks, expecting me to subside and agree to a piece of toast and a glass of freshly squeezed OJ.
"I'll have a cup of coffee, okay?" I'm not exactly a health nut.
She throws her hands in the air. "Fine…I give up."
I laugh at her. "And what did *you* have for brekkie this morning?" I enquire, mock superiority and a sense of 'I told you so' in my voice. "Hmmm?"
She looks at me sheepishly. "A cup of tea."
"Mum."
"Alright. Fine. Coffee and three TimTams."(1) She corrects herself, guiltily.
"Hah!" I exclaim, now my voice is filled with mock triumph. "I think this calls for a Nah-Nahny-Nah-Nah!"
She laughs and so do I. After I gulp down my coffee, we set off for our day's activities. We have to pick my spoiled-brat, 11-year-old brother up from his friend's house, as he had stayed the night before. Then we have to post a few letters and check our post office box. Not a lot to do, but because mum likes to chat with her friend (my brother's friend's mum) we don't leave to get to the post office until around 10am!
Once that's all done, mum drops me off at Pac. Fair. I called my best friend, Sarah, while I waited for my mum to stop talking back at her friend's place. We'd agreed to meet outside the cinema at around 11:30. I glance down at my watch. It reads: 11:15. I'm early again. I always am. At 25 past, Sarah arrives.
"Hey," She says, hugging me. "You finally got the chance to come shopping with me again. It's been *months*!"
In truth it'd only been 2 weeks, but Sarah was a shop-aholic. That's okay, though, 'cos she's got more than enough money to spend.
"Sarz," I reply. "Its only been a couple of weeks."
She laughs. "That's the equivalent of 2 months in my books."
We start walking into different shops, me browsing and her buying. I wish that I had that kind of money. She just throws it away on anything. We're both impulse buyers by nature, but I don't have the cash, so I have to watch what I buy. She doesn't have to worry about it so much…or even at all. And I say 'good for her'.
I take in the scene around me. Little kids are crying. Mothers are getting frustrated. Flocks of teenage girls, no older than 13 or 14, are giggling and talking about the cute clerk at the counter. (Oh…he is hot!) Teenage guys are being dragged along by their girlfriends, giving their opinions on which clothes look best and so forth. And then there's us. Two 16/17 year old girls on the hunt for a bargain…or at least something good to wear next weekend.
"What do you think?" Sarah asks me, holding up a bright pink halter-top.
I scrunch up my nose. "Uh…it's bright…" I offer.
She laughs. "Why do I bother asking you, miss black-is-the-only-colour-in- the-world?"
"Hello?" I respond waving my hand in front of her face, then pointing at my top. "What colour do you call this?"
"Plain." She shrugs. "We soo need to improve your wardrobe. Its like the only colours you actually wear are the ones on our school uniform…bleck. Thank god we'll never have to wear them again after we graduate this year…"
"Whoa…" I stop her from continuing on her rant about our uniforms. "Dejavu."
"What?"
"Everything…its like I've lived this all before. Man…I've been getting a lot of it lately."
"Dejavu?"
"Yeah…its freaky."
We chuckle and delve into a conversation about freaky coincidences, tarot card readings, dejavu and dreams. I've never laughed so much in my entire life. I always laugh when I'm with Sarah. She's such a cheerful person. In fact, other than with my mum and my other close friends (or when I'm watching TV)…I don't really laugh…I mean *really* really laugh with anyone else. Sure, I'll chuckle politely here and there, but I don't let myself feel free around anyone else.
We decide to go see a movie a little while later, and head back towards the cinemas. When we come out, it's starting to get dark, so I decide I'd better get going. I glance at my watch. My bus leaves in around 2 minutes, so we hug each other goodbye and I head off towards the bus stop. When I get there, I have another flash of dejavu. Nothing significant…just a person crossing the road. Then they trip. I hurry over to help them and before I know it, I'm being mugged.
I know all sorts of self-defence and martial arts, so I kick my brain into gear and pull a few moves on my attackers. There are 3 of them, and one of me. I'm kidding myself if I think I've got a chance, but I won't give up without a fight. I punch and kick at them with all my strength, and it seems to deter one of them…after I break his kneecap. But then I feel myself losing…
One guy is pinning me against the brick wall and the other is about to take me out with a series of punches to the head. I have to think fast, so I manage to flip my right leg up and kick the first guy straight in the groin, causing him to let go of me momentarily. I use the momentum of my struggling to hurl myself at the second guy, pulling almost every move I know. Its pitch black now, and I can barely see anything. But, my keen sense of hearing picks up a fourth person entering the fight. Oh, god. I hope he's on my side. I panic and lose my momentum. The guy I was beating up on nears me again and throws me back against the wall.
I keep wondering why the bus hasn't arrived. And why the streetlights haven't come on. But my attention is back onto my opponent. For a brief second I could have sworn that I just saw fangs…man, that blow against the wall musta' really messed me up. This isn't Angel or Buffy. This is a real mugging. No vamps. Just me and a bunch of bad guys.
I lift myself up and face my attention towards my attacker again. He grasps at my throat and shoves me against the wall again, hard. It knocks the breath out of me and I my vision is beginning to blur. I struggle against him, but he's overpowered me. Well, at least I've gone out with a fight. And then darkness envelops me.
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"Angel…" There's that damn voice again. "Angel…" I open my eyes slowly. Oh God, my head hurts. "Angel!"
"I'm up, I'm up!" I manage finally. My words are slightly slurred.
"Sorry sweety…" The all too familiar female voice says. "I didn't mean to wake you."
(Then why the hell were you calling me.) "That's okay." I reply. Then I take in my surroundings. I'm lying on a couch in the middle of a very familiar place…but I can't put my finger on it. And that voice…I know who it belongs to…but I can't seem to remember… "Uh…where am I? No, more importantly…what happened?" I ask finally. My head is starting to clear up and I'm remembering parts of my day with Sarah…and then… "The mugging!" I exclaim, jumping up from my seat. I ache all over, but at the moment I don't care. I'm just happy to be alive.
I turn around, but there's nobody there. I sit back down again. This room…where have I seen it before? This is gonna bug me forever… I'm jolted out of my thoughts by another familiar voice behind me. This one, however, is male.
"You're awake." He's concerned for me. Which is a good thing.
I smile and turn to face him. "Yeah. Someone was calling my name and-" I stop, my jaw hanging open. Suddenly I know where I am. But its not possible…it just isn't.
"What?" He asks.
"Y-You're David B-Boreanaz." I stammer. Ohmygod…ohmygod…ohmy…oh yeah, this is a *great* first impression Angel. Seriously. Not.
His absolutely gorgeous features set in a mask of confusion. "David Boring Who?"
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(1) Uh…I don't know if you can get TimTams overseas…TimTams are perhaps the best thing Australia has to offer. :) They are rectangular chocolate biscuits, 2 in each, with chocolate cream in the middle, then coated in a thick layer of chocolate again. MMMMMM :)
A/N (again) – okay…I know very, very AU. And also kinda fluffy… Do you want more? Please tell me if you do. I just thought that something different was in order. PLEASE REVIEW! I mean it. No reviews = no more fic. :)
Disclaimer- Sadly, I don't own the characters from the shows (or the actors) or anything…blah blah blah. You guys know the drill. Don't sue me is all I need to say. :) Plus, if Angel or any of the other incredibly sexy guys were mine, do you think I'd actually share? :) However, the non-tv show characters *are* mine…but if you want to use them or something (which I seriously doubt) just tell me about it.
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"Angel…" The voice floats towards me. "Angel…" It's getting louder. "Angel!" I open my eyes and glance at my clock. It's like 7 am. *Waaayyy* too early for me. "Angelita get your 16 year old butt downstairs this instant!"
"Mum…" I moan loudly. "Its Saturday. And its only 7 am. Gimme a break!"
I hear her footsteps as she climbs the stairs and makes her way towards my door. She doesn't even bother knocking. Instead, she bursts through my bedroom door. "We have plans today, or did you forget?" She snaps.
"But it's only seven…" I start to whinge.
She cuts me off, "Tell you what. You get up, have your half-hourly shower, get dressed and come down stairs and we'll see whether we can drop you off at the shops with your friends…on our way home."
I sigh. "Fine."
She smiles. "Sometimes I'd swear you *are* a vampire. Alert and energetic at night, but try to get you to do something during the day…." I throw my pillow at her. We have a great relationship, my mum and I.
My name is Angelita Verbez. Yeah, I know, I have a weird name. My parents couldn't help my last name, but my first…? They couldn't decide between Angela and Anita so they chose Angelita. It's a variation of Angela, and means the exact same thing. 'Angel or messenger.' So it's kinda easy to see where I got my nickname. I know sooo many people that hate their nicknames, but me? I love mine. I hate being called anything other than Angel. Especially after the first time I saw the character on Buffy.
Ah! I swooned over him. And when they revealed his identity as a vampire… PRICELESS. And now, David Boreanaz has his own show (has had for like 2/3 years)…revolving around that same character. The vampire with a soul.
That's another one of my identities. My friends love to tease me about it. They've gone so far as to dubb me Angelus when I have pms. I won't deny the fact that I love it. But my favourite saying of all time is 'Angel loves Angel'. I don't know why…I know how corny it is, though. That's probably why I like it so much.
Unfortunately, the show's not on TV at the moment. The stupid TV stations here in Australia don't put the episodes up as fast as they do in America and the rest of the world. Which is soo dim-witted. So here I am, stuck living off all the spoilers. (Meanwhile, I was shocked to find out that Darla is going to have Angel's baby! Yikes!)
I'm *almost* ashamed to admit that I dream of one day meeting the cast of Btvs and Angel. But I know it'll never happen 'cos…well…I'm here on the Gold Coast in *Australia* and they're in LA…or whatever in *America*. Although…I *might* have had a chance of meeting SMG when she was filming 'Scooby Doo' (ironic that she became part of the real Scooby gang, don't you think?) but I didn't go to Pac. Fair (Big Shopping Center on the Gold Coast) with my friends. You see, they actually *saw* her there! Trust me to *not* go with them that one time…Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk.
By now I've had my shower and gotten dressed. I'm wearing my basic black jeans, my white top with the ¾ sleeves and a black jacket. That's another thing about me that I have in common with vampy Angel… I like black. It's not only slimming, but it's a non-obvious colour. Mum hates it when I wear it from head to toe, as do my friends…so I usually throw on a plain coloured shirt of some kind. Keeps everyone happy. And have I mentioned that I hate mirrors…I can't stand looking at myself. I don't have low self- esteem or anything like that…I just don't like it.
So now it's kinda obvious why I've earned my right to be nicknamed Angel. I never set out to have these similarities…they just happened. There's a lot more too…like I'm not really a social person. I have a small group of friends and I'm fine with just that. I hate singing in public and dating doesn't like me (but we'll get to that later). I do, however, tan nicely…a very non-Angel thing. What can I say…I like the beach. (That's a good thing too, 'cos I live right near it.) Oh…then there's the fact that I have dark brown hair that seems to only like one or two styles, and my eyes are dark brown as well. And apparently I'm a very broody person when I want to be. (Hey, I just don't like sharing my feelings. Is that so bad?) Anyways…there are a few more trivial things…but we'll leave it at that, for the time being…
Bounding down the stairs, I hum the Angel theme. It's a habit. Every time I think of the show or the characters I hum. It's the same with Btvs, too. Mum's waiting for me in the kitchen.
"Want breakfast?" She asks.
I shake my head. "No. Not hungry." She sighs pointedly, and opens her mouth to start the spiel that she starts every day. This time I cut her off. "Yeah, I know…it's the most important meal of the day…yada yada yada…" I make my hand do the 'talking' thing, as I say it.
"Well…?" Mum asks, expecting me to subside and agree to a piece of toast and a glass of freshly squeezed OJ.
"I'll have a cup of coffee, okay?" I'm not exactly a health nut.
She throws her hands in the air. "Fine…I give up."
I laugh at her. "And what did *you* have for brekkie this morning?" I enquire, mock superiority and a sense of 'I told you so' in my voice. "Hmmm?"
She looks at me sheepishly. "A cup of tea."
"Mum."
"Alright. Fine. Coffee and three TimTams."(1) She corrects herself, guiltily.
"Hah!" I exclaim, now my voice is filled with mock triumph. "I think this calls for a Nah-Nahny-Nah-Nah!"
She laughs and so do I. After I gulp down my coffee, we set off for our day's activities. We have to pick my spoiled-brat, 11-year-old brother up from his friend's house, as he had stayed the night before. Then we have to post a few letters and check our post office box. Not a lot to do, but because mum likes to chat with her friend (my brother's friend's mum) we don't leave to get to the post office until around 10am!
Once that's all done, mum drops me off at Pac. Fair. I called my best friend, Sarah, while I waited for my mum to stop talking back at her friend's place. We'd agreed to meet outside the cinema at around 11:30. I glance down at my watch. It reads: 11:15. I'm early again. I always am. At 25 past, Sarah arrives.
"Hey," She says, hugging me. "You finally got the chance to come shopping with me again. It's been *months*!"
In truth it'd only been 2 weeks, but Sarah was a shop-aholic. That's okay, though, 'cos she's got more than enough money to spend.
"Sarz," I reply. "Its only been a couple of weeks."
She laughs. "That's the equivalent of 2 months in my books."
We start walking into different shops, me browsing and her buying. I wish that I had that kind of money. She just throws it away on anything. We're both impulse buyers by nature, but I don't have the cash, so I have to watch what I buy. She doesn't have to worry about it so much…or even at all. And I say 'good for her'.
I take in the scene around me. Little kids are crying. Mothers are getting frustrated. Flocks of teenage girls, no older than 13 or 14, are giggling and talking about the cute clerk at the counter. (Oh…he is hot!) Teenage guys are being dragged along by their girlfriends, giving their opinions on which clothes look best and so forth. And then there's us. Two 16/17 year old girls on the hunt for a bargain…or at least something good to wear next weekend.
"What do you think?" Sarah asks me, holding up a bright pink halter-top.
I scrunch up my nose. "Uh…it's bright…" I offer.
She laughs. "Why do I bother asking you, miss black-is-the-only-colour-in- the-world?"
"Hello?" I respond waving my hand in front of her face, then pointing at my top. "What colour do you call this?"
"Plain." She shrugs. "We soo need to improve your wardrobe. Its like the only colours you actually wear are the ones on our school uniform…bleck. Thank god we'll never have to wear them again after we graduate this year…"
"Whoa…" I stop her from continuing on her rant about our uniforms. "Dejavu."
"What?"
"Everything…its like I've lived this all before. Man…I've been getting a lot of it lately."
"Dejavu?"
"Yeah…its freaky."
We chuckle and delve into a conversation about freaky coincidences, tarot card readings, dejavu and dreams. I've never laughed so much in my entire life. I always laugh when I'm with Sarah. She's such a cheerful person. In fact, other than with my mum and my other close friends (or when I'm watching TV)…I don't really laugh…I mean *really* really laugh with anyone else. Sure, I'll chuckle politely here and there, but I don't let myself feel free around anyone else.
We decide to go see a movie a little while later, and head back towards the cinemas. When we come out, it's starting to get dark, so I decide I'd better get going. I glance at my watch. My bus leaves in around 2 minutes, so we hug each other goodbye and I head off towards the bus stop. When I get there, I have another flash of dejavu. Nothing significant…just a person crossing the road. Then they trip. I hurry over to help them and before I know it, I'm being mugged.
I know all sorts of self-defence and martial arts, so I kick my brain into gear and pull a few moves on my attackers. There are 3 of them, and one of me. I'm kidding myself if I think I've got a chance, but I won't give up without a fight. I punch and kick at them with all my strength, and it seems to deter one of them…after I break his kneecap. But then I feel myself losing…
One guy is pinning me against the brick wall and the other is about to take me out with a series of punches to the head. I have to think fast, so I manage to flip my right leg up and kick the first guy straight in the groin, causing him to let go of me momentarily. I use the momentum of my struggling to hurl myself at the second guy, pulling almost every move I know. Its pitch black now, and I can barely see anything. But, my keen sense of hearing picks up a fourth person entering the fight. Oh, god. I hope he's on my side. I panic and lose my momentum. The guy I was beating up on nears me again and throws me back against the wall.
I keep wondering why the bus hasn't arrived. And why the streetlights haven't come on. But my attention is back onto my opponent. For a brief second I could have sworn that I just saw fangs…man, that blow against the wall musta' really messed me up. This isn't Angel or Buffy. This is a real mugging. No vamps. Just me and a bunch of bad guys.
I lift myself up and face my attention towards my attacker again. He grasps at my throat and shoves me against the wall again, hard. It knocks the breath out of me and I my vision is beginning to blur. I struggle against him, but he's overpowered me. Well, at least I've gone out with a fight. And then darkness envelops me.
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"Angel…" There's that damn voice again. "Angel…" I open my eyes slowly. Oh God, my head hurts. "Angel!"
"I'm up, I'm up!" I manage finally. My words are slightly slurred.
"Sorry sweety…" The all too familiar female voice says. "I didn't mean to wake you."
(Then why the hell were you calling me.) "That's okay." I reply. Then I take in my surroundings. I'm lying on a couch in the middle of a very familiar place…but I can't put my finger on it. And that voice…I know who it belongs to…but I can't seem to remember… "Uh…where am I? No, more importantly…what happened?" I ask finally. My head is starting to clear up and I'm remembering parts of my day with Sarah…and then… "The mugging!" I exclaim, jumping up from my seat. I ache all over, but at the moment I don't care. I'm just happy to be alive.
I turn around, but there's nobody there. I sit back down again. This room…where have I seen it before? This is gonna bug me forever… I'm jolted out of my thoughts by another familiar voice behind me. This one, however, is male.
"You're awake." He's concerned for me. Which is a good thing.
I smile and turn to face him. "Yeah. Someone was calling my name and-" I stop, my jaw hanging open. Suddenly I know where I am. But its not possible…it just isn't.
"What?" He asks.
"Y-You're David B-Boreanaz." I stammer. Ohmygod…ohmygod…ohmy…oh yeah, this is a *great* first impression Angel. Seriously. Not.
His absolutely gorgeous features set in a mask of confusion. "David Boring Who?"
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(1) Uh…I don't know if you can get TimTams overseas…TimTams are perhaps the best thing Australia has to offer. :) They are rectangular chocolate biscuits, 2 in each, with chocolate cream in the middle, then coated in a thick layer of chocolate again. MMMMMM :)
A/N (again) – okay…I know very, very AU. And also kinda fluffy… Do you want more? Please tell me if you do. I just thought that something different was in order. PLEASE REVIEW! I mean it. No reviews = no more fic. :)