Title:
Demon Tamer (1/12)Author
: Jaybird (aka JayBee)Rating:
PG-13 (only a bit of tasteful cussing)Category:
Action/Romance (Angel/Fred 'ship)Distribution Statement:
WIP-WORK IN PROGRESS. You may archive when all 12 parts have been released- just keep my name/e-mail attached, and let me know, if you can. I love to visit archives. :o)Feedback:
Feedback is what makes a good writer better. Or a bad writer less bad . . . *grin*. My e-mail is : jaybird_scrub@yahoo.comSpoilers/Timeline:
Takes place after "Heartthrob". A few vague mentions of "That Vision Thing". (I know it doesn't fit my timeline, but I couldn't help it) Any similarities between this story and episodes beyond the ones mentioned are purely coincidental.Summary:
As Fred struggles to hear that pivotal "click", it is revealed that she possess a unique and bizarre talent for dealing with dangerous creatures and demons . . . may they be rats, griffins, or a particular soulful vampire . . .(A/F pairing, Post-Heartthrob)A/N:
My second experiment with script-formatting. I am intrigued with the A/F idea but I doubt we'll get to the real fun part of romance 'till the sequel. ;oDDisclaimers:
*Angel, Fred, Gunn, Wesley, Cordelia, and etc., do not belong to me. There's a surprise. No profit is being made on their behalf by me. (I'm not that kind of person anyway….! *wink*)
*Griffith Park is a real place in LA! I was searching online and nearly fell out of my chair when I saw it pop up on the search. Lucky me, huh?
*The Gryphant is my own creation, so I reserve the rights to them. The Griffin or Gryphon however is a real mythological creature and nobody owns rights to them, just like nobody really owns vampires. Most of the info I use in this story about griffins are things I have read while researching them, although I take some creative liberties as anyone would.
Dedication:
I don't know why I want to dedicate this to him, he doesn't even WATCH Angel, but … griffins remind me of him, so, this one's for the Iron Eagle! ;)-----------------------------
-Opening Teaser-
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[Opening shot-Charles Gunn is climbing the stairs of the Hyperion. He is carrying a few small boxes and pauses at a door. He knocks before opening the door and sticks his head in. ]
Gunn : Yo, Fred. Delivery.
[Fred pokes into view, smiling and laughing nervously upon spotting him, and cautiously approaches. ]
Fred : Oh, hey! Oh, good, the, ah, the-pastels! You found them!
[Gunn smiles politely at her and passes the small boxes over. She inspects them closely, smiling brightly. ]
Fred [speaking to the box of pastels] : I've, been looking everywhere for these. . . [fumbles them a bit and laughs] Started to think maybe they weren't real, and I had just made them up in my head-but, here they are, you just gave them to me, so they must be it, huh? Wow, ok, great! This is great.
Gunn [shrugs] : No problem. Not that I really know a whole lot about art myself, and what the difference between those and crayons are, but glad to be of assistance. You want anything else while I'm down here? Hungry or somethin'?
Fred [grins nervously, clutching the boxes closely as she looks at him] : No, ah, I'm-I'm doing ok, yes, we're, fine with the food for now, yes-thanks for asking.
[She backs off a few paces and her eyes flit about the room. ]
Fred : These are, really gonna help me out with obtaining the proper consistency, the pencils, and ah, watercolors, just don't get anywhere-well. When you're trying to represent the polarn-flux around here on paper, you'll know what I mean. . .
Gunn: Uh, right. . . gotcha. Glad that helps out. I'll leave you to your work then, right? See you later.
Fred [nods reluctantly] : Ah, sure, why not-I mean, yes, of course-see you around!
[Gunn withdraws from the room and the door clicks shut. Fred blinks and looks around the room a few times to re-assert that she is alone once more. ]
[Slow pan-out so we finally can see the whole room. It is fairly small, a single small window in the front left corner with the blinds tightly shut, with bland tan carpeting. The four walls are covered in marker scrawlings of every kind and color. There is trash and odd objects sprawled about the whole room, an over-turned chair, clothing, etc. Except the latest additions to her pack-rat pile now include a vast assortment of artistic supplies-pads of paper, color pencils, markers, crayons, paints-watercolor, finger-paint, fabric paint-all strewn about, some paper crumpled and tossed aside as rejects, some work left unfinished in the corner, creating a complex maze of multi-meduims. ]
[Zooming back in on Fred, we follow her to the very back of the room, were she has set up a makeshift easel; a cardboard box with a few books to prop up the paper with. The small area seems the most organized in the whole room. Sheets of paper are piled nearby, we can see each piece are an attempt to represent the same pattern, just with different mediums. Fred now eagerly claws into one of her new boxes of oil pastels. ]
Fred [inhaling the scent of the box] : Mmm. Almost could eat them. [giggles] Not that they'd ever taste as good as some things. No, much better to use them for drawing with, I'd think.
[She takes out a few and examines them, then runs a finger along the tips of the other pastels lined up in the box. ]
Fred : Like little soldiers in a row, ready for battle, huh? Time to get put to good use!
[Camera shot- Behind and slightly above her. She carefully streaks a line of red onto her canvas, and then strikes with a bit more courage. Then she attacks the paper with vigorous strokes of the pastel. After a bit she picks out an orange and repeats the process. Shot changes to her face, brow crunched in concentration, as she streaks the paper. After watching her a while we move back out at a side angle to see both her and the canvas. She stops and tilts her head at her work. ]
Fred [almost purring with satisfaction] : Getting somewhere, we are!
[Angle of her, looking at us as if we are the canvas. She is regarding us carefully, playing with the blue pastel in hand. ]
Fred : Still a long ways off from hearing the click, I'd think, but definitely a start!