Please be nice, this is my first Angel fic. I don't own anything so don't sue me. This is a crossover with X-men Evolution, well at least one character from it, Scott a.k.a Cyclops, the other characters won't be in it I don't think. Enjoy, and don't forget to review.
The cold December wind blew hard against the walls of the Hyperion Hotel. It would be dusk soon, so Angel could finally roam around the city aboveground. Angel sighed, and turned a page in his book. Could this get any more boring? He thought to himself.
"Angel, it's almost dusk, you might want to get ready." Cordelia walked into the room, and stood beside the vampire.
"Yeah I know." Angel put his book down on the table and stood up; he stretched and headed up to his room to change.
Ten minutes later Angel was out on the streets, Cordy had not had any visions lately, so the fang gang went looking for trouble, they split up in pairs, Angel being the odd one out and the loner type, went alone.
"Nothing, absolutely no action tonight." He growled to himself as he silently mad his way through the streets, he mostly was looking for dark alleys and back roads, that's where the shady characters seemed to hang out most often. He growled quietly to himself in frustration.
The rest of the gang wasn't having much luck either. Cordy pulled her coat tighter around herself as she shivered in the cold wind. It wasn't supposed to get this cold in Los Angeles. She thought unhappily to herself. She had taken to wearing more black while out on the streets like this, it made her blend in easier. But she wore black with style, unlike some of the gang.
All of a sudden, something hit her that felt like a freight train, she realized she was having a vision, Wesley, who she was paired up with, grabbed her shoulders before she collapsed. He gently laid her on the ground and held her head still till the vision subsided.
"Like OUCH." She hoarsely muttered.
"So….vision?" Wesley asked, as he was dialing Angel's number on his cell phone.
"Oh yeah, a boy down on 8th street in an alley, being attacked by some vamp. I think its going to happen really soon.
Wesley repeated the information to Angel, "Okay, I'm pretty close. Tell Cordy to get back to the hotel, she's in no condition to be out." Angel ran through a dark and spooky backstreet, well it would be to a human, not a vamp, his leather jacket blowing out behind him in the wind.
Angel reached 8th street quicker than he though. Ok the have to find alley, he thought to himself. He spotted it further down the street; he jogged over to it and stopped. "Dammit, I'm too late." He said out loud. He walked into the alley slowly, since the wind was making it hard to smell anything, he had to rely on sight. He was looking for a vampire. The weird thing was, there was none. "No vampire, that's odd." He muttered. All of a sudden, Angel's superior hearing picked up the sound of a cough. He found himself looking at the form of a pale shaking boy. He was of medium height, and was way too skinny for someone his age of about 15 by the looks of it; he looked as if he hadn't had a real meal in weeks.
Something was odd about the boy, something seemed out of place. He was human, Angel was almost sure of that, but something was wrong.
The boy started coughing hard; he didn't even realize Angel was right in front of him until he spoke "Hey are you okay?" The boy's head shot up quicker than Angel ever thought possible. "Pl..Please go away." The boy's voice was hoarse and seemed strained.
That was when Angel noticed the Dirty cloth wrapped around the boy's upper face, around his eyes. He's blind, Angel thought, oh great. The boy's long dirty brown hair covered some of the makeshift blindfold, but not enough that Angel didn't notice it. "I can help you, my name's Angel." Angel didn't know what made him say that, but it seemed right. There was something special about this boy, something dangerous as well.
The boy seemed to trust him, which surprised him greatly.
"N..names Scott." The boy shivered violently.
All of a sudden the boy was racked with a coughing fit so bad that he seemed to pass out. That was for the better Angel thought grimly, the boy is suffering, at least he gets a little reprieve from it by slipping into unconsciousness. Angel pulled his cell phone from his pocket, which beeped because of a low battery, and made a call to the hotel, Cordelia picked up the phone. "Cordy, get the medical supplies and blankets ready, tell the others." Then he hung up. Angel gently picked the boy up, and fought off the sudden vampire urge that always haunts him, to drink from the boy. Scott was surprisingly light. Angel made his way back to the hotel, using a more direct path, but still remained out of the busy places as much as he could.
Angel kicked on the door with one foot, because he couldn't open the door while supporting the boy. Fred opened the door, and then quickly moved aside so Angel could get through. Angel set the boy's still form down on the couch and let Cordelia and Wesley take over from there. He took off his jacket and threw it over a chair; Gunn was sitting at the table looking through a magazine, "So… Kill any Vamps?"
"Well actually no." Angel shrugged.
"WHAT? You let e'm get away?"
"No there was none, only the boy and he's human as far as I can tell."
"Cordy's visions haven't been wrong yet, I wonder what happened." Gunn went back to reading his magazine.
The same thing was bothering Angel, why there wasn't a vamp and why the boy was still alive.
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