Disclaimer: I don't Angel, and if I did, this world would be in a cold state of hell. But in my twisted brain I own Angel, mind, body and soul.
Author's notes: Hmm, what should I say; well this is my first fic. Featured around one of my many characters, which I came up with. And for those of you who have read In the Garden of Eden you know that the main character's name is Mendoza, so that's where I got the name. So please review, if nobody likes it, I won't put out chapter 1. If you like it I will put out the first chapter. Ja Ne, Sakana Kaioh ps. Sorry for you all who read my profile, no lesbian sex. I know, I know.

An Early Morning's Night


G-d I can remember the night I died like it was yesterday. It was the most horrible day in my life. A vampire named Angel killed me. A vampire name Darla killed everyone I ever loved with my heart. Now I seek revenge on this so-called cool girl vampire. But here is how I died.

New Orleans, 1826
I went to this dance in honor of me getting engaged to a man that I didn't even love. I was so young, only 16 years old. And now this, getting married and all. Gross. Sometimes I'd rather die than get married to this 300 pounds of what the American people call testosterone. He's a hearty 45-year-old. Maybe I'd have lots of kids. But the dancing during this evening was interesting. People were moving back and forth, in circles, very cautious of something.
I guess you could say I was having fun. But then I caught on site of what looked like unwanted party guests. Surely, I didn't know them and they were not invited. A man, about 6 feet tall, with such dashing features I felt my face burn up like a red pepper, and those eyes. Eyes that would pierce my soul for all eternity. The woman was smaller than I was, with blonde hair, and small "features." Her and her man were very handsome indeed.
I called over my dear best friend, Ruby. "Ruby," I said. "Yes, dear?" she asked. "I want you to go over to those two," I told her, indicating at the unwanted couple, "And politely ask them to leave. All right?" "Sure thing." She said. Ruby was more gustier than I was. I've always been shy about these kinds of things. And I can't speak a word of French. I just assumed that they were from the French Quarter. They looked it. "Monsieur," Ruby said, in perfect French, "My friends and I think that it is time for you and your whore to leave." The man responded in English, "Madam, we're not here for the party..." "Yes," the blonde said, "We're here for the food."
"The food." Ruby, said, this time in English.
"Yes, the food. And no we're not talking about that over there," she pointed at the food set on a table, "We're talking about, you and your friends, sweetheart."
Then the man and woman changed their faces. By that time, everyone had stopped dancing. I heard one girl let out a gasp. Everyone just froze like little drops of rain in the winter. The man and woman's turned faces looked like masks at Mardi Gras. Their skin was all bunched up and their eyes. Their eyes turned yellow with red irises. The little woman, or monster, took hold of Ruby, by the neck opened her mouth and sank her teeth into my best friend's neck. Ruby let out a glass-shattering scream. I tried to run towards her, "Ruby!" I whispered. Off to my left were the stairs to the rooms, in our mansion.
Everyone scrambled around. I made sure that neither of the monsters was looking when I ran up to my room and slammed the door panting. "My lord," I said to myself, "What's happening?" I went over to my four-poster canopy bed, crawled in and tried to shield my ears from the screams down in the dancing hall. Then after one scream, I recognized as my own mother, silence. Silence.
The woman started to talk. "That was delicious. Wasn't it? I think one got away; do you want to find her? Or shall I?" she laughed a deep laugh.
"I think, I'll find it. May make a good post dinner treat." The man said.
"Fine, I'll leave."
The door opened. And slammed shut.
I would surely die, and I knew it. As the man made his way up the stairs, my eyes filled with tears and I started saying my last prayers. "Please, lord, take mercy on me." I whispered to the dark. I heard doors fly open. There were lots of doors and mine was the last. I stood up and ripped off my dress, next came the corset, and then the bodice. I was down to my petticoat when I jumped into my bed. I pulled my covers over my head, and started to pray again. Maybe I could pretend to be asleep, so I could attack him when he tried to get to me.
My door flew open. "Aha," the male voice said, "One did get away. And there you are." The covers flew back from my grip. I sat up, my face full of tears. "Please, please don't kill me. I don't want to die, I just turned 16, please." I begged. He sat down. I let out a cry. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. Yet." He reached his hand out and touched curls of my, light brown hair that can be mistaken for blonde. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you? Yes," he said, answering his own question, " very pretty indeed. Too bad you have to die, isn't it?" He leaned towards me, and sunk his teeth into my next. I felt as if I was twirling down a long spiral. Then blackness.

After a while, I regained consciousness again. But my surroundings were different. This time I was in a different bed. "I couldn't let you die." The same man's voice said, "But I can give you a choice. Either I can give you eternal life, as one of us... or I can kill you, however you will die tonight." "I, I," my voice stuttering, " I want to live forever." "But you have to really want it. A lot, more than anything you've ever wanted. I closed my eyes and cleared my thoughts, "Do you want this," a voice in my head asked, "Yes, you do want this, you don't need to die at a young age. Your friends, family, everyone you loved is gone, is this what you want? They'd want me to be happy."
"Yes," I said, "I want this, so much. More than I've ever wanted anything."
He nodded. Then he walked over to me, took a knife that lay on the night table. He placed the knife on his skin, and dragged it against the skin, cutting himself. "Drink," he instructed me.
I took his wrist to my mouth and drank in the blood. It tasted rich, creamy, sweet and exhilarating all at the same time. I drank and drank and drank, until he pulled his wrist away. "More," I whined, "I want more!"
"I know, my child," He said, "but that's enough for now."
I then realized that I didn't know his name. "What is your name, now that I am your child?"
"My, name, well why don't you tell me yours first?" he asked
"Fine, my name is Mendoza."
"Good. Then, my name Angel."
"Really? From what I see you're no angel."
"I'm a lot better than Darla."
"Darla?"
"Yes, the woman I was with tonight."
"I hate her, who ever she is, she killed everybody I loved. My friends, my family, but," I commented, "She did kill the guy I was engaged to. I hated him so."
He walked over to me, placing his hand on my head, playing with the curls that surrounded my face. "Why did I sacrifice you? Of all people, you. Unique beauty, in your own way of course." He said to me. Angel placed his hand on my back, looked into my eyes and kissed me, softly on the lips. Just like the food I wanted more. And he responded by undoing the petticoat, and laying me back down on the bed....

We stayed together for a long time. Angel always kept me a secret from Darla, and Dru. I always wanted to get revenge on Darla. I haven't seen Angel in a long time, about 100 years. So here I am, a 176-year-old vampire, trapped inside a 16 year old's body. But even now as I fly on this airplane, something I would have never dreamed of, I feel rather childish. But now I am going to Los Angeles and I feel as if I have to.

Okay, so there is the prologue to my story. Please read and review. Thanks! Ja Ne, Sakana Kaioh