Story Title: Ghosts
Author: Rory Summers
Review so far: None! Just started.
Muse stasis: very annoying * Rory gets beaten over the head with a top hat. Ouch! Ouch! Stop it you evil penguin! Die die die! *
A/N: Read this!!!! Hello Ppls! I hope you enjoy this story. I am a fan of Buffy and Angel Parings but my annoying Muse was nagging me to publish this story. So here it is. Thank my Muse. Reginald the Penguin. He wears a silk bow tie, a top hat, white gloves, a Monocle, and has a walking stick. (He really doesn't have a problem. He just keeps it for show.)
Summary: This is sort of a Future story and an AU. Cordy's stepsister comes to the Hyperion for 4 months (this is summer in my reality.) and strikes love and memories in Angel's heart. What kind of Memories are they???
A/N: These Chappies are written in everyone's perspective. Sorry if some of them are short.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY. IF YOU DON'T REVIEW CLARICE WILL NOT BE PLEASED.
Now on with the story:
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Angel
He looked into her deep green pleading eyes.
"Liam." She said feebly.
He was holding her in his strong, firm grip so that she could hardly move.
"Sorry." He grinned his wicked grin and clamped down on her neck.
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Angel's feet slipped off his desk with a bang, jolting him awake.
Why he kept having these dreams was a mystery to him, but then again he was still dreaming about his former victims.
'Just another innocent soul.' Angel thought standing up from his chair and straightening his slacks.
He looked out the window, 'Nightfall. Great. I get to have some fun.' Angel thought glumly picking up his newest folder from the growing pile on his cluttered desk. One the edge of his oak desk he spotted a cup of what looked like warm blood. Angel picked it up and sipped.
'Cordy must've put it there while I was sleeping.' He thought while going through his office door, with the folder in one hand and the mug in the other. He saw Cordelia coming up the stairs towards him.
"We have a client waiting." She said turning to go back down the stairs.
"This job never ends." He muttered to no one in particular.
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Sorry that Chappie was so short! There is more to it but I have to introduce one of the main characters. In the next Chapter connect to this Angel and Cordelia carry on a conversation while they are going down the stairs and some more about this mysterious client.
Next Chapter Fact: Emily was born in England and will turn 17 soon. Okie dokie. I'll post a new Chappie tommrow.
Peace out,
Rory, Reginald, and Clarice.
Author: Rory Summers
Review so far: None! Just started.
Muse stasis: very annoying * Rory gets beaten over the head with a top hat. Ouch! Ouch! Stop it you evil penguin! Die die die! *
A/N: Read this!!!! Hello Ppls! I hope you enjoy this story. I am a fan of Buffy and Angel Parings but my annoying Muse was nagging me to publish this story. So here it is. Thank my Muse. Reginald the Penguin. He wears a silk bow tie, a top hat, white gloves, a Monocle, and has a walking stick. (He really doesn't have a problem. He just keeps it for show.)
Summary: This is sort of a Future story and an AU. Cordy's stepsister comes to the Hyperion for 4 months (this is summer in my reality.) and strikes love and memories in Angel's heart. What kind of Memories are they???
A/N: These Chappies are written in everyone's perspective. Sorry if some of them are short.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY. IF YOU DON'T REVIEW CLARICE WILL NOT BE PLEASED.
Now on with the story:
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Angel
He looked into her deep green pleading eyes.
"Liam." She said feebly.
He was holding her in his strong, firm grip so that she could hardly move.
"Sorry." He grinned his wicked grin and clamped down on her neck.
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Angel's feet slipped off his desk with a bang, jolting him awake.
Why he kept having these dreams was a mystery to him, but then again he was still dreaming about his former victims.
'Just another innocent soul.' Angel thought standing up from his chair and straightening his slacks.
He looked out the window, 'Nightfall. Great. I get to have some fun.' Angel thought glumly picking up his newest folder from the growing pile on his cluttered desk. One the edge of his oak desk he spotted a cup of what looked like warm blood. Angel picked it up and sipped.
'Cordy must've put it there while I was sleeping.' He thought while going through his office door, with the folder in one hand and the mug in the other. He saw Cordelia coming up the stairs towards him.
"We have a client waiting." She said turning to go back down the stairs.
"This job never ends." He muttered to no one in particular.
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Sorry that Chappie was so short! There is more to it but I have to introduce one of the main characters. In the next Chapter connect to this Angel and Cordelia carry on a conversation while they are going down the stairs and some more about this mysterious client.
Next Chapter Fact: Emily was born in England and will turn 17 soon. Okie dokie. I'll post a new Chappie tommrow.
Peace out,
Rory, Reginald, and Clarice.