Hey everyone! This is the third story I'm writing. I'm still working on the
other two but I got this in my head and decided to do it now before I
forget some of the things I wanted to do with this. It's an A/F like the
other two and I hope you enjoy it!
SUMMERY: okay for a more detailed summery here it is. Whistler is supposed to go to Angel and tell him about Buffy and show her to him and that's when he falls in love with her and then the rest of the story unfolds from there, instead Whistler doesn't go to Angel and he and Buffy never meet. What would have happened then?
New York
In an ally in one of the more "forgotten" sides of New York it looked like another ordinary day. Screaming coming from the insides of houses, the sound of police cars in the distance and a few people that would dare venture out after dark in this side of town, mostly for the reason of drugs. In this ally listening and watching it all was a young man sitting against one of the walls. To the people who saw him he appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He was tall. He had brown hair that badly needed a cut and a wash, and his clothes were old and ripped. Even with all of it he was an obviously handsome man. His name now, as it had been through the past few decades, was Angel. He looked around at the constant happenings around him. Just another day. Like the hundreds, to thousands that came before it. Wake up just before sunset in a sewer, remember all of horrific things he had done, go into a state of depression, then end up where ever he did. There were those times when the thought of ending it all seemed like a blessing, he even attempted to go through with it more then once but never could do it. He hated himself for that. Why was he staying? He had no purpose, no family, no friends. Why he lingered in this life was a mystery even to him. But even if he could one day gain the courage to go through with his actions what would happen then? The rest of eternity roasting in the pits of hell for the lives he'd taken, tortured, and manipulated. He slowly stood up. It was about an hour after night fall; he couldn't just sit there in that ally all day. He put his hands in his pockets and started to walk down the dirty street. He wondered down not really sure where he was going or where he was going to end up, just like the nights before. Eventually he came to a cemetery. The gate that surrounded it had been broken open, recently by the looks of it. Probably just some kids that went in to vandalize some of the graves. When he was growing up such a thing wasn't even imaginable. You didn't go into a cemetery just to ruin the markers of the dead. Of course then there were grave robbers who dug up the bodies to steal the jewelry that had been left on them or to sell the body to a medical school or both. He guessed the first one was worse but why think of that now? He did that sometimes, compare things as they were in the modern time to the time of years, decades, even centuries ago. Did other vampires still do that? When he was younger he didn't think about it much. First because there weren't so many and new changes, second because he didn't have so much alone time to just think. All he seemed to do now was think. Think and reflect. On and on. It was a miracle that he hadn't lost his mind yet. He walk into the open gate and glanced at the graves as he passed by. He had already picked up some sort of sent of a living creature. In the distance he could hear a few noises that he couldn't really identify. After a few moments of listening they began to sound like fighting. But not the usual kind. Not the kind heard in the city. He walked slowly toward the noises with a mild curiosity. In a small clearing he could see three figures. One that he could barely make out because of the headstones and her quick movements was obviously a female, and one with a beautiful body. Even from here in was obvious. The other two were male and were attacking the young woman. But there was something much more familiar about the second two. He knew what they were. Vampires like himself. He saw glimpses of there faces and knew that they were in there demon form. There fangs were barred and there eyes glowed a deep yellow that he knew so well. He watched the female pick something up off the ground next to her and stab it in the nearest vampire's chest who immediately turned into dust. It was a stake. Slayer. He thought to himself. He began to turn to leave. He would rather not stay only a few arms length away from a fighting slayer. But to his surprise the remaining vampire easily knocked the stake out of her hands and on the ground a few3 feet away from him. He then knocked her to the ground. He starred on a bit surprised. A Slayer shouldn't have been taken down so easily. He looked at the girl now on the ground and could see her more then he could before. She was younger then her body had suggested. The way she dressed and the way she moved put her more into her teens. Most likely around 17 or 16. She was young, even by the standards of a slayer. He watched the vampire pin her to the ground. She let out a small scream of disgust and to pull away but couldn't. He could see from here that it was useless. He looked at her. Then looked down at the stake near him and picked it up. He should have, WOULD have walked away just as he had done before with many others who were in trouble, but there was something about this girl, he knew if he just left her there he could never forgive himself. He quickly moved over and stabbed the vampire hard into the back. The body turned to dust to show the face of a surprised young woman. He finally got a good look at her. She was tall with dark brown hair that was almost black, her eyes almost matched her hair in there darkness but were clearly brown. She had a beautiful body as he noticed before and she wasn't afraid to show it. All together she was a very beautiful woman even if she was still very young. She sat up still looking at him.
"How did you how to that!?" She asked very suddenly.
"I know a lot about vampires." He said turning to walk away. It had been a while since he had said more then three words to some one. He was used to leaving someone quickly.
"Wait a minuet!" she said now almost annoyed. He could hear her stand up behind him. To his surprise she grabbed his arm and turned him toward her. He flinched a little as she did this. It had been a VERY long time since someone had touched him. He starred at her.
"What do you mean 'you know a lot about vampires', how do you know?" she asked quickly.
"It doesn't matter." He said a little unsure of himself. He willed his body to move away but he could take his eyes off this girl. There was just something very unique about her.
"Yes it does!" she said with a glare in her eyes as if she was angry at him. "Do you know what I am?" she asked very seriously.
"The slayer." He said in a steady statement. It sounded as if he knew what he was talking about but talking to her he started to have his doubts. She didn't sound like the slayer.
"How did you know that? You not another one of those watcher assholes are you?" she said backing away a little. "You don't dress like one." She said looking at his clothes.
"I'm not." He said knowing what she was talking about already. So she is the slayer he thought to himself. But then didn't she already that he was a vampire? Couldn't she sense it? She had to be a young slayer not to notice. For all he knew that might have the first time she ever fought a vampire. She continued to stare at him.
"Why did you help me?" she asked with a suspicious tone in her voice.
Good question he thought to himself. Over the years he had stopped helping people, every time he did something usually went wrong.
"Well?" she asked defensively.
"I just did." He said finally turning around and walking away.
"You still aren't telling me what I want to know."
He turned his head to see her and noticed that she was starring at his back. He put his hand on the top of his back feeling the exposed skin. The back of his jacket and shirt had been ripped open. How did that happen? Didn't matter. He could get a new shirt eventually. Why was she starring at his back like that though? He suddenly realized that his ripped open shirt exposed his tattoo. He had gotten it over a century ago but it was still there. When they said permanent they meant permanent.
"Just forget about it, it was nothing."
"Aren't human are you?" she asked almost quietly.
He kept walking straight ahead and didn't turn around to look at her. So she figured it out. Didn't matter. She was never going to see him again anyway.
SUMMERY: okay for a more detailed summery here it is. Whistler is supposed to go to Angel and tell him about Buffy and show her to him and that's when he falls in love with her and then the rest of the story unfolds from there, instead Whistler doesn't go to Angel and he and Buffy never meet. What would have happened then?
New York
In an ally in one of the more "forgotten" sides of New York it looked like another ordinary day. Screaming coming from the insides of houses, the sound of police cars in the distance and a few people that would dare venture out after dark in this side of town, mostly for the reason of drugs. In this ally listening and watching it all was a young man sitting against one of the walls. To the people who saw him he appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He was tall. He had brown hair that badly needed a cut and a wash, and his clothes were old and ripped. Even with all of it he was an obviously handsome man. His name now, as it had been through the past few decades, was Angel. He looked around at the constant happenings around him. Just another day. Like the hundreds, to thousands that came before it. Wake up just before sunset in a sewer, remember all of horrific things he had done, go into a state of depression, then end up where ever he did. There were those times when the thought of ending it all seemed like a blessing, he even attempted to go through with it more then once but never could do it. He hated himself for that. Why was he staying? He had no purpose, no family, no friends. Why he lingered in this life was a mystery even to him. But even if he could one day gain the courage to go through with his actions what would happen then? The rest of eternity roasting in the pits of hell for the lives he'd taken, tortured, and manipulated. He slowly stood up. It was about an hour after night fall; he couldn't just sit there in that ally all day. He put his hands in his pockets and started to walk down the dirty street. He wondered down not really sure where he was going or where he was going to end up, just like the nights before. Eventually he came to a cemetery. The gate that surrounded it had been broken open, recently by the looks of it. Probably just some kids that went in to vandalize some of the graves. When he was growing up such a thing wasn't even imaginable. You didn't go into a cemetery just to ruin the markers of the dead. Of course then there were grave robbers who dug up the bodies to steal the jewelry that had been left on them or to sell the body to a medical school or both. He guessed the first one was worse but why think of that now? He did that sometimes, compare things as they were in the modern time to the time of years, decades, even centuries ago. Did other vampires still do that? When he was younger he didn't think about it much. First because there weren't so many and new changes, second because he didn't have so much alone time to just think. All he seemed to do now was think. Think and reflect. On and on. It was a miracle that he hadn't lost his mind yet. He walk into the open gate and glanced at the graves as he passed by. He had already picked up some sort of sent of a living creature. In the distance he could hear a few noises that he couldn't really identify. After a few moments of listening they began to sound like fighting. But not the usual kind. Not the kind heard in the city. He walked slowly toward the noises with a mild curiosity. In a small clearing he could see three figures. One that he could barely make out because of the headstones and her quick movements was obviously a female, and one with a beautiful body. Even from here in was obvious. The other two were male and were attacking the young woman. But there was something much more familiar about the second two. He knew what they were. Vampires like himself. He saw glimpses of there faces and knew that they were in there demon form. There fangs were barred and there eyes glowed a deep yellow that he knew so well. He watched the female pick something up off the ground next to her and stab it in the nearest vampire's chest who immediately turned into dust. It was a stake. Slayer. He thought to himself. He began to turn to leave. He would rather not stay only a few arms length away from a fighting slayer. But to his surprise the remaining vampire easily knocked the stake out of her hands and on the ground a few3 feet away from him. He then knocked her to the ground. He starred on a bit surprised. A Slayer shouldn't have been taken down so easily. He looked at the girl now on the ground and could see her more then he could before. She was younger then her body had suggested. The way she dressed and the way she moved put her more into her teens. Most likely around 17 or 16. She was young, even by the standards of a slayer. He watched the vampire pin her to the ground. She let out a small scream of disgust and to pull away but couldn't. He could see from here that it was useless. He looked at her. Then looked down at the stake near him and picked it up. He should have, WOULD have walked away just as he had done before with many others who were in trouble, but there was something about this girl, he knew if he just left her there he could never forgive himself. He quickly moved over and stabbed the vampire hard into the back. The body turned to dust to show the face of a surprised young woman. He finally got a good look at her. She was tall with dark brown hair that was almost black, her eyes almost matched her hair in there darkness but were clearly brown. She had a beautiful body as he noticed before and she wasn't afraid to show it. All together she was a very beautiful woman even if she was still very young. She sat up still looking at him.
"How did you how to that!?" She asked very suddenly.
"I know a lot about vampires." He said turning to walk away. It had been a while since he had said more then three words to some one. He was used to leaving someone quickly.
"Wait a minuet!" she said now almost annoyed. He could hear her stand up behind him. To his surprise she grabbed his arm and turned him toward her. He flinched a little as she did this. It had been a VERY long time since someone had touched him. He starred at her.
"What do you mean 'you know a lot about vampires', how do you know?" she asked quickly.
"It doesn't matter." He said a little unsure of himself. He willed his body to move away but he could take his eyes off this girl. There was just something very unique about her.
"Yes it does!" she said with a glare in her eyes as if she was angry at him. "Do you know what I am?" she asked very seriously.
"The slayer." He said in a steady statement. It sounded as if he knew what he was talking about but talking to her he started to have his doubts. She didn't sound like the slayer.
"How did you know that? You not another one of those watcher assholes are you?" she said backing away a little. "You don't dress like one." She said looking at his clothes.
"I'm not." He said knowing what she was talking about already. So she is the slayer he thought to himself. But then didn't she already that he was a vampire? Couldn't she sense it? She had to be a young slayer not to notice. For all he knew that might have the first time she ever fought a vampire. She continued to stare at him.
"Why did you help me?" she asked with a suspicious tone in her voice.
Good question he thought to himself. Over the years he had stopped helping people, every time he did something usually went wrong.
"Well?" she asked defensively.
"I just did." He said finally turning around and walking away.
"You still aren't telling me what I want to know."
He turned his head to see her and noticed that she was starring at his back. He put his hand on the top of his back feeling the exposed skin. The back of his jacket and shirt had been ripped open. How did that happen? Didn't matter. He could get a new shirt eventually. Why was she starring at his back like that though? He suddenly realized that his ripped open shirt exposed his tattoo. He had gotten it over a century ago but it was still there. When they said permanent they meant permanent.
"Just forget about it, it was nothing."
"Aren't human are you?" she asked almost quietly.
He kept walking straight ahead and didn't turn around to look at her. So she figured it out. Didn't matter. She was never going to see him again anyway.