Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 1)
Author: Miss. Kitty Fantastico
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Angel characters (why would I want to
anyway?), or anything else that pertains to Angel or Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I only own Zoey, and Verdandi owns Evita-yep, that's all!
Note: This whole piece, sadly enough, took me all summer to write and is my yearly contribution to ff.net. The beginning flash backs of this fic were embarrassing to write, and one may regard them as 'Mary Sueish'. To that I say 'go to the end of part 4 if ya get bored-it gets a lot better from there' ;o) Enjoy!
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When the doorbell rang, Wesley immediately threw down the book he was reading and jumped out of his comfy reading chair. Rushing toward the nearest mirror he shouted "Be there in a minute!" to the recipient behind the door.
Checking his appearance in the mirror, (he had to look studly for Fred, who had to be at the door) the ex-Watcher quickly wetted down his brown hair and straightened the black wire glasses on his face. He hastily unbuttoned the first button on his shirt and made sure that the collar was as crisp as possible, he was going for that Renegade/Preppy look. Looking in the mirror Wesley thought he looked very attractive-for a 30 year old ex-watcher who'd already been through his mid-life crisis (which reminded him that he would have to take his motorcycle out of storage soon-as well as the leather pants).
"Coming!" He bellowed again as he fumbled to the door, managing to trip over both his living room wing chair and coffee table.
He placed a hand around the doorknob and took a deep, refreshing breath before opening the door and shouting, "Hello Fre-" He stopped in midsentence, "Angel? What are you doing here?"
Before him stood the tall, brooding figure of his boss. The vampire was panting, like he had been running for miles to get to Wesley's apartment, and had a very troubled look on his face. Well, he always had a troubled look on his face, but this look was somehow more troubily. Something wasn't right.
And Wesley knew that. "Angel? What's wrong? What's happened?"
Angel burst through Wesley's door (having been previously invited in) along with a mess of emotions. The vampire spun around and looked the ex-Watcher in the eye, "It's Zoey. She knows."
Wesley was confused, "Knows what? What's going on, Angel?" He demanded.
Angel looked down at Wes's comfy reading chair, like he wanted to sit down, but suddenly looked away from it and started pacing across the room, "Everything, Wesley. Why she became a vampire, how she became a vampire- that *I* made her a vampire- Everything."
Wesley thought this through and carefully closed the door with a small 'click'. When he turned around, he too, looked worried, "Where's Zoey now?"
Angel paused he pacing for a moment, "That's the thing, Wes. When she confronted me, and I didn't deny that I made her, she yelled at me-which was expected-you know, here I am, her 'Big brother', I was supposed to set a good example and-"
"Angel, you're rambling." Wesley corrected calmly.
"Sorry. But, she just ran out of the hotel-just like that. I tried to stop her, but-and now I don't even know where she is. I can't sense her anywhere."
The two were quiet for a while, until Wesley suddenly jerked up and looked at Angel with eyes wide open, fearful "Oh, Angel, she doesn't know about-"
Angel waved a hand of reassurance, "No, no, no." He finally flopped down in the chair, "She doesn't know that. That's the only thing she doesn't know."
Wesley sighed utter, and total relief, "Thank God, she doesn't know that. I can't imagine what she'd do if she found that out.Hold on, let me get us some tea."
The Brit returned a few minutes later from the kitchen with two steaming cups of tea with matching saucers (only they weren't steaming.). After handing a cup to Angel, he took the other and sat down on the adjacent couch. It wasn't the comfy reading chair, but it was somewhat equal in comfort.
Angel took a sip from his cup and laid it on the coffee table that separated him from Wesley, "Wes, it's just, she's my sister, and I know her better than anyone else at Angel Investigations. I'm afraid she's going to do something stupid."
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Note: This whole piece, sadly enough, took me all summer to write and is my yearly contribution to ff.net. The beginning flash backs of this fic were embarrassing to write, and one may regard them as 'Mary Sueish'. To that I say 'go to the end of part 4 if ya get bored-it gets a lot better from there' ;o) Enjoy!
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When the doorbell rang, Wesley immediately threw down the book he was reading and jumped out of his comfy reading chair. Rushing toward the nearest mirror he shouted "Be there in a minute!" to the recipient behind the door.
Checking his appearance in the mirror, (he had to look studly for Fred, who had to be at the door) the ex-Watcher quickly wetted down his brown hair and straightened the black wire glasses on his face. He hastily unbuttoned the first button on his shirt and made sure that the collar was as crisp as possible, he was going for that Renegade/Preppy look. Looking in the mirror Wesley thought he looked very attractive-for a 30 year old ex-watcher who'd already been through his mid-life crisis (which reminded him that he would have to take his motorcycle out of storage soon-as well as the leather pants).
"Coming!" He bellowed again as he fumbled to the door, managing to trip over both his living room wing chair and coffee table.
He placed a hand around the doorknob and took a deep, refreshing breath before opening the door and shouting, "Hello Fre-" He stopped in midsentence, "Angel? What are you doing here?"
Before him stood the tall, brooding figure of his boss. The vampire was panting, like he had been running for miles to get to Wesley's apartment, and had a very troubled look on his face. Well, he always had a troubled look on his face, but this look was somehow more troubily. Something wasn't right.
And Wesley knew that. "Angel? What's wrong? What's happened?"
Angel burst through Wesley's door (having been previously invited in) along with a mess of emotions. The vampire spun around and looked the ex-Watcher in the eye, "It's Zoey. She knows."
Wesley was confused, "Knows what? What's going on, Angel?" He demanded.
Angel looked down at Wes's comfy reading chair, like he wanted to sit down, but suddenly looked away from it and started pacing across the room, "Everything, Wesley. Why she became a vampire, how she became a vampire- that *I* made her a vampire- Everything."
Wesley thought this through and carefully closed the door with a small 'click'. When he turned around, he too, looked worried, "Where's Zoey now?"
Angel paused he pacing for a moment, "That's the thing, Wes. When she confronted me, and I didn't deny that I made her, she yelled at me-which was expected-you know, here I am, her 'Big brother', I was supposed to set a good example and-"
"Angel, you're rambling." Wesley corrected calmly.
"Sorry. But, she just ran out of the hotel-just like that. I tried to stop her, but-and now I don't even know where she is. I can't sense her anywhere."
The two were quiet for a while, until Wesley suddenly jerked up and looked at Angel with eyes wide open, fearful "Oh, Angel, she doesn't know about-"
Angel waved a hand of reassurance, "No, no, no." He finally flopped down in the chair, "She doesn't know that. That's the only thing she doesn't know."
Wesley sighed utter, and total relief, "Thank God, she doesn't know that. I can't imagine what she'd do if she found that out.Hold on, let me get us some tea."
The Brit returned a few minutes later from the kitchen with two steaming cups of tea with matching saucers (only they weren't steaming.). After handing a cup to Angel, he took the other and sat down on the adjacent couch. It wasn't the comfy reading chair, but it was somewhat equal in comfort.
Angel took a sip from his cup and laid it on the coffee table that separated him from Wesley, "Wes, it's just, she's my sister, and I know her better than anyone else at Angel Investigations. I'm afraid she's going to do something stupid."
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