Ok, this is my attempt to tell Angel's story from his prospective. It's
sorta like a diary I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel * sniff * I don't own buffy either or any of
the characters on either of the shows.
* There's moments in your life that make you. That set the course of who you're going to be. Sometimes they're little subtle moments. Sometimes they're not. *
My name is Liam, or it was back then. Back then being 1727. Yeah, that was a while ago. I go by Angel now. My last name? I don't really have one, I know I did once, when I was human. Ok, by now your probably thinking I'm crazy, that your reading a story written by the guy who escaped from the asylum and goes around calling himself Angel. And I'd be entitled to agree with you.but I've seen too much the past two hundred and fifty years. Yeah, you heard me right, two hundred and fifty. I should let you on in a little secret about your planet Earth. It may belong to humans in the day, but at night.it belongs to others. Mainly demons, vampires, werewolves, you name it. All those little stories your parents told you to scare you when you were little? The majority of them are either true or have a lot of truth in them. There may not be a boogie man, but there are definitely things that go 'bump' in the night.
Ok by now your probably wondering what the point is of my story, or what it's about. Basically, I guess this is about me, about my race, if you can call them that. What's my race? Vampires, vampari, bloodsuckers of the night, take your pick. I suppose a lot of you are wondering why you would care to read about a vampire's life, how interesting could it possibly be? And you're probably right, but it's something I need to tell. You know you have that one secret you've been holding onto forever and you feel a sudden need to tell? That's how this is. My life, the places I've been, the people I've met, the things I've done. Not many people know about it, I'm told it's all in books and scrolls, but they don't know the whole story. They can't. How could they possibly say 'he was thinking this' or ' he did it because.'? I'm the only one on who knows that, and I'm hoping that telling will ease my guilt, my pain just a little bit. So here it goes, the story of my life, not too pretty I can tell you and I expect that a lot of people will come to dislike me after I'm done, but I don't want to carry this anymore. I don't want to spend endless hours brooding in the dark, remembering...
***
Galaway, Ireland, 1727
A tortured scream echoed through a small house. There were oil lamps lit in the room the screams emitted from. It was a woman, lying flat on her back. Her brown hair was matted down with sweat, her brown eyes were wide with pain. She wasn't alone in their room, to her right a young man, maybe twenty-five, held her hand and whispered encouraging words in her ear. At her feet and old midwife, dressed in a simple brown cotton dress gave her instructions.
"Alright now lass, breath. That's girl. You're almost there now." The woman screamed again, this one louder than the rest. He voice was joined by another, smaller, more high pitched cry. "Oh, heavens me, it's a boy!" The midwife exclaimed happily as she rapped the newborn in a clean cloth. She cleaned up the mother and the infant before she handed Alyson her child. "He looks like he's goin' to be grow to be a fine, strong lad." Alyson smile was a little strained. She was tired and she wanted to sleep, but she wanted to hold him just a little bit longer. Her smile widened. My little Liam. Michael and her had already picked out names, Liam for a boy, Kathy for a girl. She drifted off to sleep thinking of her beautiful baby boy.
"Is she goin' to be alrigh?" Her husband, Michael, asked glancing at Alyson nervously. He hadn't expected her to be in so much pain. It unnerved him.
"She'll be alright, she just needs her rest." The midwife said smiling knowingly. The fathers were always worried after the first birth. "Now you raise that boy to be right. I'll not be one to bring a troublemaker into this world." She said sternly. He gave her a good- natured smile.
"Of course. No one in me family's goin' to be raised anything but proper. I've got a reputation in this town you know." She smiled. She knew they would do well. They were good people.
~ 27 years later (1753) ~
The blow came before I could move. It hit me in the side of the head and I staggered, more from the alcohol than the actual hit.
"Boy! What have I told ya about comin' here drunk? If you're not goin' to work, I don't' want ya in me house!" I laughed. What can I say? I was really drunk and everything was funny.
"Your so uptight father. Here have a drink." I smiled; my irish accent was thicker because of the alcohol. I held up a half full bottle of sprits. He hit me again and then he bodily moved me from the house.
"Get out!" he pushed me out the door. I stumbled and landed on my face. My father went back inside the house with a snort of disgust and slammed the door. I got up groggily, my mind fogged with alcohol. 'Did I just get thrown out?' I shrugged. Or at least I tried to in my drunken state. 'Off to the pub then.' I met up with my friend, Alex, about halfway there.
"Top of the mornin' to ya." I said, my words slurred.
"Liam, it's night." He said, not yet drunk and obviously thinking straight.
"I know." We sang some drinking songs as we made our way to the pub. Several times a neighbor threw something at us screaming for quiet. They just didn't know how to have fun. Didn't they know how young the night was? We navigated the narrow, cobblestone streets of Galaway, stumbling often but we managed to get there without more than a few cuts and bruises.
By then Alex was completely drunk. He'd finished my half bottle of spirits, strong stuff, we weren't amateur drinkers after all. We finally found ourselves in the pub, making our way toward our usual table. I looked in the mirror by the entrance. I wore my hair long, as was the style back then. Quite a few strands had come lose. I tried to put them back but the damn things kept falling back in my face. I wore simple brown pants of the Irish style and a white tunic. Well, it use to be white, before I fell in the dirt. Or was I pushed? I couldn't remember. I gave up on trying to fix my appearance, I never had trouble getting a lady, so why worry?
This was my life, not very glamorous, but then I didn't expect it to be. I only did two things. I drank and I womanized. That's a nice way of saying that I went whoring. I had no ambitions and I avoided work like the plague. Actually I would have rather had the plague. I only had one ambition in life, aside from drinking myself into oblivion. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to get away from the dump of a town, from my family, especially my father. I yearned to see Dublin, Wales, England, Rome, Paris, Germany, Scotland, all the exotic places. I did get to see a few of those, though not all, but that part comes later.
I walked, as well as a drunk could, into the pub. The pub was small wht just a wooden bar and five round, wooden tables. It was packed full tonight and smelled of smoke and alcohol and people laughed, dance and sang. We sat down at our usual table and ordered a round of drinks. Immediately two girls in low cut dresses came to our table. Soon we were singing with the other drunks, far gone now, with a girl in each of our laps. I was having a grand time, forgotten all about my father and my apparent disownment. Alcohol will do that for you. It's why there are so many drunks in the world. We ordered another round of drinks and the barman glared at us.
"I'll have to have me money for the last few rounds first lads."
"Oh, come now. Ya know who I am." I said.
"Yeah, I know who ya are, but I still need the money now."
"Well, alright then. Alex pay the man." I said smiling and waving. Alex looked at me his eyes glazed over.
"I don't have any money."
"Blarmey, me neither." The bartender's face turned a bright shade of red.
"No money! What do you two think coming to me pub without pay! Get out!" 'Oh great, it must be throw Liam out night again.' My drunkened mind reasoned. He threw us out telling us not to come back without pay. I helped Alex up.
"I'll just steal some silver from my father. He won't notice, man eats with his hands, the beast." Alex passes out in the street. "You just rest here then." I said walking away. And then I saw her. She was standing in front of an alley; the moonlight silhouetted her figure. 'What?' I thought I was hallucinating. Ladies who could afford nice dresses like that would die before being caught on this side of town. My curiosity got the better of me and I walked to the alley, not stumbling now. As they say curiosity killed the cat.
She stood there; her back to me, her blonde hair pulled up elegantly. Her dress was white, the seams streaked with gold. I swallowed and found my voice.
"So, I'd ask me self what's a lady of your stature doing alone in an alley with a reputation that this one has?"
"Maybe she's lonely." Her voice was melodious and heaven to my ears. She turned around and a gasp caught in my throat. She was even more beautiful up close. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered why she was having this effect on me. I'd seen ladies prettier than her. But I didn't hear that voice, all of my concentration was on her. Maybe if I'd been sober I things would have been different, but I doubt that. I hear you can't escape fate, I know you can't escape fate. Believe me I've tried. I sincerely believe that it was the alcohol talking though. I generally went about these things with a little more.tact.
"In that case I'd offer me self as escort to protect ya from harm and to wile away the dull hours."
"Your most gracious." She said smiling. Her smile unnerved me a bit, I didn't know why, but I wasn't going to let a catch like this get away.
"Has often been said."
"Are you certain you're up to the challenge." Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Milady, You'll find that with the exception of an honest days work, there is no challenge I'm not prepared to face." I stepped closer to her, I could smell her perfume. My brown eyes met her blue ones. I felt drawn to her and I couldn't figure out why, not that I tried very hard. "Oh but you're a pretty sight. Were you from?" I traced my had down her jawbone, reveling in it's soft feel.
"Around, everywhere." She said smiling lightly.
"I've never been anywhere me self. Always wanted to see the world but -"
"I could show you." She said eagerly.
"Could you then?" I said, never taking my eyes from hers.
"Things you've never seen never even heard of." She was slightly excited now.
"Sounds excitin'" And it did. Maybe, just maybe I'd get to live my dream.
"It is.and frightening." What did she mean? I didn't care, I wasn't afraid.
"I'm not afraid. Show me, show me your world." She gave me a full smile this time, one that reached her eyes. They sparkled. It was the strangest thing. I wanted to lose myself in her eyes. When I'd entered the alley I was just looking for a good time, but now it was about something else. It was about dreams, my dreams.
"Close your eyes." I complied, wondering why. I always wondered why, drove my parents crazy when I was younger. I hadn't asked them 'why' for a long time now. I avoided them all, even my little sister Kathy. I gasped as I felt a sharp pain in my neck, my eyes wide though I saw nothing. And I was.floating. I really don't know how to describe it. The world swirled and I felt something soft on my neck, something running down it. Blood? Suddenly I was thirsty. My mouth was dry, parched. I was pulled forward and there was something wet in front of me. I drank it in greedily, wetting my dry throat. It tasted metallic. But I didn't care, I needed it, I craved it.
And then my world went black.
Well what do u think? Should I continue? R+R!!! by the way I know Angel can't remember the day he was born, but I figured I should try to show why his father is like he is. Angel's ruining his rep.
* There's moments in your life that make you. That set the course of who you're going to be. Sometimes they're little subtle moments. Sometimes they're not. *
My name is Liam, or it was back then. Back then being 1727. Yeah, that was a while ago. I go by Angel now. My last name? I don't really have one, I know I did once, when I was human. Ok, by now your probably thinking I'm crazy, that your reading a story written by the guy who escaped from the asylum and goes around calling himself Angel. And I'd be entitled to agree with you.but I've seen too much the past two hundred and fifty years. Yeah, you heard me right, two hundred and fifty. I should let you on in a little secret about your planet Earth. It may belong to humans in the day, but at night.it belongs to others. Mainly demons, vampires, werewolves, you name it. All those little stories your parents told you to scare you when you were little? The majority of them are either true or have a lot of truth in them. There may not be a boogie man, but there are definitely things that go 'bump' in the night.
Ok by now your probably wondering what the point is of my story, or what it's about. Basically, I guess this is about me, about my race, if you can call them that. What's my race? Vampires, vampari, bloodsuckers of the night, take your pick. I suppose a lot of you are wondering why you would care to read about a vampire's life, how interesting could it possibly be? And you're probably right, but it's something I need to tell. You know you have that one secret you've been holding onto forever and you feel a sudden need to tell? That's how this is. My life, the places I've been, the people I've met, the things I've done. Not many people know about it, I'm told it's all in books and scrolls, but they don't know the whole story. They can't. How could they possibly say 'he was thinking this' or ' he did it because.'? I'm the only one on who knows that, and I'm hoping that telling will ease my guilt, my pain just a little bit. So here it goes, the story of my life, not too pretty I can tell you and I expect that a lot of people will come to dislike me after I'm done, but I don't want to carry this anymore. I don't want to spend endless hours brooding in the dark, remembering...
***
Galaway, Ireland, 1727
A tortured scream echoed through a small house. There were oil lamps lit in the room the screams emitted from. It was a woman, lying flat on her back. Her brown hair was matted down with sweat, her brown eyes were wide with pain. She wasn't alone in their room, to her right a young man, maybe twenty-five, held her hand and whispered encouraging words in her ear. At her feet and old midwife, dressed in a simple brown cotton dress gave her instructions.
"Alright now lass, breath. That's girl. You're almost there now." The woman screamed again, this one louder than the rest. He voice was joined by another, smaller, more high pitched cry. "Oh, heavens me, it's a boy!" The midwife exclaimed happily as she rapped the newborn in a clean cloth. She cleaned up the mother and the infant before she handed Alyson her child. "He looks like he's goin' to be grow to be a fine, strong lad." Alyson smile was a little strained. She was tired and she wanted to sleep, but she wanted to hold him just a little bit longer. Her smile widened. My little Liam. Michael and her had already picked out names, Liam for a boy, Kathy for a girl. She drifted off to sleep thinking of her beautiful baby boy.
"Is she goin' to be alrigh?" Her husband, Michael, asked glancing at Alyson nervously. He hadn't expected her to be in so much pain. It unnerved him.
"She'll be alright, she just needs her rest." The midwife said smiling knowingly. The fathers were always worried after the first birth. "Now you raise that boy to be right. I'll not be one to bring a troublemaker into this world." She said sternly. He gave her a good- natured smile.
"Of course. No one in me family's goin' to be raised anything but proper. I've got a reputation in this town you know." She smiled. She knew they would do well. They were good people.
~ 27 years later (1753) ~
The blow came before I could move. It hit me in the side of the head and I staggered, more from the alcohol than the actual hit.
"Boy! What have I told ya about comin' here drunk? If you're not goin' to work, I don't' want ya in me house!" I laughed. What can I say? I was really drunk and everything was funny.
"Your so uptight father. Here have a drink." I smiled; my irish accent was thicker because of the alcohol. I held up a half full bottle of sprits. He hit me again and then he bodily moved me from the house.
"Get out!" he pushed me out the door. I stumbled and landed on my face. My father went back inside the house with a snort of disgust and slammed the door. I got up groggily, my mind fogged with alcohol. 'Did I just get thrown out?' I shrugged. Or at least I tried to in my drunken state. 'Off to the pub then.' I met up with my friend, Alex, about halfway there.
"Top of the mornin' to ya." I said, my words slurred.
"Liam, it's night." He said, not yet drunk and obviously thinking straight.
"I know." We sang some drinking songs as we made our way to the pub. Several times a neighbor threw something at us screaming for quiet. They just didn't know how to have fun. Didn't they know how young the night was? We navigated the narrow, cobblestone streets of Galaway, stumbling often but we managed to get there without more than a few cuts and bruises.
By then Alex was completely drunk. He'd finished my half bottle of spirits, strong stuff, we weren't amateur drinkers after all. We finally found ourselves in the pub, making our way toward our usual table. I looked in the mirror by the entrance. I wore my hair long, as was the style back then. Quite a few strands had come lose. I tried to put them back but the damn things kept falling back in my face. I wore simple brown pants of the Irish style and a white tunic. Well, it use to be white, before I fell in the dirt. Or was I pushed? I couldn't remember. I gave up on trying to fix my appearance, I never had trouble getting a lady, so why worry?
This was my life, not very glamorous, but then I didn't expect it to be. I only did two things. I drank and I womanized. That's a nice way of saying that I went whoring. I had no ambitions and I avoided work like the plague. Actually I would have rather had the plague. I only had one ambition in life, aside from drinking myself into oblivion. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to get away from the dump of a town, from my family, especially my father. I yearned to see Dublin, Wales, England, Rome, Paris, Germany, Scotland, all the exotic places. I did get to see a few of those, though not all, but that part comes later.
I walked, as well as a drunk could, into the pub. The pub was small wht just a wooden bar and five round, wooden tables. It was packed full tonight and smelled of smoke and alcohol and people laughed, dance and sang. We sat down at our usual table and ordered a round of drinks. Immediately two girls in low cut dresses came to our table. Soon we were singing with the other drunks, far gone now, with a girl in each of our laps. I was having a grand time, forgotten all about my father and my apparent disownment. Alcohol will do that for you. It's why there are so many drunks in the world. We ordered another round of drinks and the barman glared at us.
"I'll have to have me money for the last few rounds first lads."
"Oh, come now. Ya know who I am." I said.
"Yeah, I know who ya are, but I still need the money now."
"Well, alright then. Alex pay the man." I said smiling and waving. Alex looked at me his eyes glazed over.
"I don't have any money."
"Blarmey, me neither." The bartender's face turned a bright shade of red.
"No money! What do you two think coming to me pub without pay! Get out!" 'Oh great, it must be throw Liam out night again.' My drunkened mind reasoned. He threw us out telling us not to come back without pay. I helped Alex up.
"I'll just steal some silver from my father. He won't notice, man eats with his hands, the beast." Alex passes out in the street. "You just rest here then." I said walking away. And then I saw her. She was standing in front of an alley; the moonlight silhouetted her figure. 'What?' I thought I was hallucinating. Ladies who could afford nice dresses like that would die before being caught on this side of town. My curiosity got the better of me and I walked to the alley, not stumbling now. As they say curiosity killed the cat.
She stood there; her back to me, her blonde hair pulled up elegantly. Her dress was white, the seams streaked with gold. I swallowed and found my voice.
"So, I'd ask me self what's a lady of your stature doing alone in an alley with a reputation that this one has?"
"Maybe she's lonely." Her voice was melodious and heaven to my ears. She turned around and a gasp caught in my throat. She was even more beautiful up close. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered why she was having this effect on me. I'd seen ladies prettier than her. But I didn't hear that voice, all of my concentration was on her. Maybe if I'd been sober I things would have been different, but I doubt that. I hear you can't escape fate, I know you can't escape fate. Believe me I've tried. I sincerely believe that it was the alcohol talking though. I generally went about these things with a little more.tact.
"In that case I'd offer me self as escort to protect ya from harm and to wile away the dull hours."
"Your most gracious." She said smiling. Her smile unnerved me a bit, I didn't know why, but I wasn't going to let a catch like this get away.
"Has often been said."
"Are you certain you're up to the challenge." Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Milady, You'll find that with the exception of an honest days work, there is no challenge I'm not prepared to face." I stepped closer to her, I could smell her perfume. My brown eyes met her blue ones. I felt drawn to her and I couldn't figure out why, not that I tried very hard. "Oh but you're a pretty sight. Were you from?" I traced my had down her jawbone, reveling in it's soft feel.
"Around, everywhere." She said smiling lightly.
"I've never been anywhere me self. Always wanted to see the world but -"
"I could show you." She said eagerly.
"Could you then?" I said, never taking my eyes from hers.
"Things you've never seen never even heard of." She was slightly excited now.
"Sounds excitin'" And it did. Maybe, just maybe I'd get to live my dream.
"It is.and frightening." What did she mean? I didn't care, I wasn't afraid.
"I'm not afraid. Show me, show me your world." She gave me a full smile this time, one that reached her eyes. They sparkled. It was the strangest thing. I wanted to lose myself in her eyes. When I'd entered the alley I was just looking for a good time, but now it was about something else. It was about dreams, my dreams.
"Close your eyes." I complied, wondering why. I always wondered why, drove my parents crazy when I was younger. I hadn't asked them 'why' for a long time now. I avoided them all, even my little sister Kathy. I gasped as I felt a sharp pain in my neck, my eyes wide though I saw nothing. And I was.floating. I really don't know how to describe it. The world swirled and I felt something soft on my neck, something running down it. Blood? Suddenly I was thirsty. My mouth was dry, parched. I was pulled forward and there was something wet in front of me. I drank it in greedily, wetting my dry throat. It tasted metallic. But I didn't care, I needed it, I craved it.
And then my world went black.
Well what do u think? Should I continue? R+R!!! by the way I know Angel can't remember the day he was born, but I figured I should try to show why his father is like he is. Angel's ruining his rep.