I'd like to get this out of the way before I get going. As the author of this fanfiction, I reserve the right to have any of the pairings that I choose. So, here are some warnings I shall give you in advance.
If you don't like crack pairings, start liking 'em or leave this fic now.
If there are certain pairings you must have in order to enjoy a story, stop being so picky (hypocritical because I'm like that too) or leave this fic now.
If there are certain couples you can't take, hope to God I won't make them happen or leave this fic now.
If you can't see your favorite couples break up, steel yourself or leave this fic now.
Okay, I'm good now. Also, I'd just like to say that this is like an AU version of Angel because, honestly, I did prefer that show. Nothing against Buffy it's just…I don't know really, I guess Buffy was just a bit much at times. Please don't shoot me. But anyway, there is no slayer, but there still are vampires and demons and all that good stuff. It's present day. There will be character death.
Disclaimer: Me=own nothing.
L. A. had gone to hell. Literally. Demons of all kinds ran free, doing as they pleased, killing as they pleased. And the humans would ignore it.
They'd write it off as a surge of insanity. More people to be contained, that's all. They were blind. And they were all dying because of it.
There was one thing that was obvious, though. You had to fight, no matter what. Fight or die. Those were your options. Neither was very appealing, but you had no other choices. Of course, you could try to run, but no one ever got very far. So the humans that were smart enough to realize that this was no game, that these things that came out at night weren't crazy, just evil, hid. They clung to light, for it provided the only scrap of safety. And even that wasn't always enough.
And despite all this, despite the rubble and the ruin and the damage, there was still good. What better a place for it? The worst brings out the best, after all. There were still champions. Most notably, the ones who had come there out of their own free will.
He was one of them. Haunted. No better word for it. Haunted by his own mistakes. Tortured by the pain of his past. Looking for redemption. Fighting the good fight. Helping the hopeless. It was his path, forever to do so as he does now. At night, he made his way through the town, doing what he had to defend his home. Because he believed he had to. It was all a story of a martyr, really. Not a champion. But call it what you wish, his fate was sealed.
And he did all of this alone. It was his burden to bear, and his alone. No one else's. Why? Because he was guilty. The bad he had done would always outweigh the good. What did he want?
Forgiveness.