It was dark in L.A. Long past midnight, long past many kids bedtimes, yet there were a surprisingly large number of young teens out. Angel shrugged as he kept his head low, walking along the sidewalk. L.A. was a city like no other. Angel had traveled the world over and had figured that nothing could surprise him anymore, but ever since he moved to The City of Angels, he'd been surprised on a daily basis.
Angel turned a corner that he'd never been down he continued to walk. By the time he looked up, he was standing in front of a single warehouse on a empty street.
"What the..."
He looked around, not sure of how he got there. But then he heard the whispers, some un-understandable voice in his head, pulling him into the warehouse. He sighed and followed.
Inside the warehouse, it was empty and dark. His footsteps fell like beats on a hollow drum, echoing off of the walls and windows.
"Hello?" He called, looking around
The ground was caked with dust. Showing no sign of life, or that anyone had been there in what appeared to be years.
"Is anyone here?" He asked
His voice floated up to the rafters and came back down upon him. But suddenly, from a large crate there came a light. Angel approached the slightly ajar crate and opened it. Inside, nestled in straw was a stone coffin.
Angel cocked his head at it.
"Dracula... if this is you... I want my damn money..."
"Oh, but it's not Dracula... dear Angelus... it's something far far worse."
Angel immediatly turned around, looking for the source of the voice, and found no one. He then kneeled down next to the coffin, placing his hand ontop of it.
"Open it." Said the voice
"I'm not sure I want to know what's inside." Angel replied
"Oh trust me, you do. What's inside is the power of a thousand ages. More strength then you could begin to comprehend. The secret of your kind lies within this simple stone box. Why won't you pry it open and see for yourself... reveal to yourself the knowledge that you've been seeking."
"Who are you?"
"Open the box Angelus, and solve all of your questions."
And for some reason, Angel did as he was told. At first, nothing happened. He was just staring at the emptiness of the coffin. At gray, worn stone. And then, there was a rush of air and energy. Electricity that came from nowhere started to flow through his veins, through his non-beating heart.
And then Angel felt it. The new wonderful power he'd been given. He could feel the new levels of strength flowing through his body. Waves upon waves of power and unmeasurable pleasure. He turned his head back and cried out, partly in agony, partly in confusion, and partly in pleasure. The wisdom of ages flew through him, as did the many secrets of his kind. Of how they came to be. Of what he truely was. Of what this power was.
It was the first vampire. The father of all his kind. The King of the Damned if you will. And his power, his tremendous strenght and wisdom, had now fallen into the hands of a meer vampire.
Angel turned his head back to the sky and laughed. For within the City of Angels, within that city of darkness and pain, an alabaster brown eyed god has arrisen. A god has awakened in a city soon to be full of worshipers.
Angel's laugh could be heard for miles.