Disclaimer: No, I don't own Angel, like the TV show, only him, his body, his mind and his soul, mostly his body (yummy...). Teehee, Joss owns him.
Author's Notes: Look, I can tell you guys are so highly anticipating the first chapter, and I already had 5 pages written but then something had to fuck up once again, so here I am re-typing it. Fucked up, that's my life....
Author's Notes: There are translations. Ha, fina-fucking-ly I got to work It's 2/23/01 my b-day's soon
Author's Notes again: Yes, Fuck is my second favorite word, after Angel. 2/28/01
An Early Morning's Night, Chapter 1
On a plane, flying to Los Angeles, 11:55 pm
Here we go again, escaping, to another world, another life, another place. I had to get out of where I was. It was so sub-urban it made me puke. I sometimes hate being a vampire...like why me of all people? I never intended to spend my days on this earth killing anyone, thank God for blood banks. Why did Angeles have to leave me any way? It's not fair.
The pilots voice comes on the loud speaker. I don't pay attention.
There had better be a car for me. Los Angeles, the City of Angels. Angeles, mi amor, donde estas? (Angels, my love, were are you?)
So the plane lands, I get off, get my luggage, and get out of there. There's a car for me. I drive around this city. Big, to big, but just right. I pull up to a hotel that looks like the kind of place I would like. Don't get me wrong; I am still very, very, very wealthy. I'm still 16 years old. Always. Forever. I park the car in the lot, or what amounts to a lot.
My feet move up the front entrance, unaware of what lay ahead. For some reason I start to feel very nervous.
Calm down, chica, there's nothing to be afraid of.
When I walk into the building, surprised that it is still open, I find there is no one around. There was another car out side, a convertible. "Hello? Is there anyone around," I call, " Where the hell are all of you, or one of you...hello? Is this a hotel or not?"
There are footsteps in the distance. I must have bad hearing or something because I felt someone creep up right behind me.
"Can I help you, did you get one of my cards?" Some male voice says. But this male voice is different, so warm, so comforting, and so familiar. I have been longing to here this voice for a century past....
"Angeles?"
Surely enough, my sire was standing right here in front of me. He looked different, older, more handsome, indeed. Those same brown eyes, that same stance, that same body....
"Mendoza?"
The man, who stands before me, is the voice I have longed for. Just to here those comforting words that soothed me when I was scared, was something I didn't expect.
Ay carumba! Amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor...! (Oh dear, love, my love, my love, my love)
"Angeles, what, why, how, when, how, why?"
"I don't know," he says, running his fingers through his lovely brown hair, "Why you, how are you, how did you?"
"Well," I say, "It's called modern technology. A plane! To think, something that flies humans in the air! It is too much for my small capacity brain! But, oh well."
He laughed a rich deep laugh. "Small capacity brain? Well, at least you haven't changed, always trying to be funny."
"And have you changed?" I asked him.
I walked around him in a circle, pretending to look at him thoroughly. "No, chico, you haven't changed, not one bit. Still ever so handsome. El Angeles, mi amor, donde lo tiene fue? Yo lo, perdi tan el amor. Por que me salio usted? Yo lo ame! Usted me traiciono con Darla! (Oh Angeles, my love, where did you go? I loved you, love. Why did you have to leave me? You betrayed me with Darla!)"
"I never betrayed you! How could you think that?" He yelled at me
I stood astonished. He understood every word of what I had said. If only he knew, how much I loved him. How much I missed his every word that spilled out of his perfect lips like rubies and diamonds. If only he knew, how much he meant to me...how damn good the sex was.
"You understood what I said?" I whispered
"Yes," He said, folding his arms around him, "Come here. I have missed you."
Moreover, when he wrapped me up in his big strong arms, I felt like everything was going to be all right again. Like nothing else mattered. We belonged to each other.
Just as I closed my eyes, happy and content, the door flew open. Angel looked up from where he was resting his head on mine and his jaw fell open. Four people stood standing at the front door of the hotel. One looked as if she had been burned or cut. The short blonde, however, looked very familiar.
"Slayer," I said as I let down my teeth, forgetting that I couldn't bite.
"Don't it's okay..."Angel said, to my surprise.
I let my teeth back up. "Why, Angel is it okay? Do you know her or something?" I questioned.
Angel's face turned a bright red. I have my way of embarrassing people. And I have a way of getting to things others can't.
"Buffy," Angel said, "What happened to Willow?"
"It's Darla, she came after Willow and Tara." The Slayer said quietly
"Darla..." the red head trailed off, "she had a match, she tried to burn me and Tara. She missed Tara, but she got me. Why would she do this to me Angel? She had no right! What did Tara ever do to her?"
"Will, calm down," the tall burly, brown haired man whispered, "Now, Angel, we have reason to believe you set Darla to do this."
"And, why, Xander, would I do such a thing? She's obsessed with me too. There's nothing I can do about it! Why would I ever want to hurt any of you? Tell me that Xander Harris."
"Well, maybe you know about the key. And you want the key, and you just to get us out of the way so you can have the key." The man named Xander said
"Xander, what would I want with a key I know nothing about," Angel said, "And lastly, why would I want Darla to do my dirty work? I can take care of things for myself."
Finally, I spoke up, "He can you know." Trying to defend him
"You," the slayer said, "who are you? Another one of your little bitchs, Angel?"
"I'm surely not one of his bitchs. And you know if I could bite, you'd be dead by now." I affirmed
"I'm so sure little girl," The slayer said, "And were you neutered too? Just like Spike?"
"You know that asshole, Spike? I never had much a thing for him; I thought for a while that he liked me. But I let him use me. It was horrible. I left him, cursed him, and I hope he dies by my bare hands."
Now, the slayer looked interested, "You were together with Spike?"
"No! It was a one-night thing. He used to be cute. Therefore, I slept with him once and one time only. It was horrible!"
"You haven't answered my question yet. Who are you and what are you doing here, with Angel?" The slayer asked
"My name is Mendoza. I died in the bayou of New Orleans. I was only sixteen years old, which is why I look so very young. It was a hot night in March of 1826, my birthday, my parents were having a party in honor of me getting married to some drunken sailor. Darla, may she be cursed by any means, and Angeles came to the party and killed everyone. Except me, that is. Angeles here, rescued me, and turned me into a vampire. Angeles and I had an affair that lasted quite sometime. Many years after I had left him, when he got the curse, I had been on my own for quite some time. Last year, men in army suits took me in and they suck a little chip inside my head, now I can't bite. It does not bother me much. Does that answer your question?" I spat out quickly.
The slayer nodded. She turned to Angel. "Why didn't you tell me you had another child?"
He shook his head. The slayer said calmly, "We came here looking for an answer. I can see we are not getting one. Come on guys let's get out of here."
"Buffy...." Angel called after the slayer.
She turned around, "Be careful...Darla's a lot stronger than she looks."
The slayer and her group of friends left. Angel bent down to kiss me, but just as our lips met the door flung open again. I closed my eyes and turned around, "I thought you didn't need Angel anymore."
"I don't need Angeles for anything, I want to know where the slayer and her little so called Scooby Gang went." A very familiar English voice said.
Holy, fucking shit! I'd know that annoying voice anywhere.
"Spike?" I opened my eyes.
"Yeah, I'm Spike. Where the hell did the little slayer girl go." His back was faced to Angel and me.
He turned around. Spike then got a very amused look on his face.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asked, "The Notorious Peaches and the Voodoo Queen. That's very low of you Angeles."
"Voodoo Queen, Spike, you asshole, is that what you think of me? A Voodoo Queen? And how is it low of Angeles?" I practically screamed at Spike, "It's your fucking fault I can't bite! Leave me the FUCK alone!
"Alright, Tigress, calm down. I'll be leaving now, thankyouverymuch!" He snorted out.
Spike left. I turned back to Angel. There were no more words left. No more, not now. It was time to finish what we started.
The End of Chapter 1
Please R&R, it means a lot to me. Ja Ne, Sakana Kaioh
Author's Notes: Look, I can tell you guys are so highly anticipating the first chapter, and I already had 5 pages written but then something had to fuck up once again, so here I am re-typing it. Fucked up, that's my life....
Author's Notes: There are translations. Ha, fina-fucking-ly I got to work It's 2/23/01 my b-day's soon
Author's Notes again: Yes, Fuck is my second favorite word, after Angel. 2/28/01
An Early Morning's Night, Chapter 1
On a plane, flying to Los Angeles, 11:55 pm
Here we go again, escaping, to another world, another life, another place. I had to get out of where I was. It was so sub-urban it made me puke. I sometimes hate being a vampire...like why me of all people? I never intended to spend my days on this earth killing anyone, thank God for blood banks. Why did Angeles have to leave me any way? It's not fair.
The pilots voice comes on the loud speaker. I don't pay attention.
There had better be a car for me. Los Angeles, the City of Angels. Angeles, mi amor, donde estas? (Angels, my love, were are you?)
So the plane lands, I get off, get my luggage, and get out of there. There's a car for me. I drive around this city. Big, to big, but just right. I pull up to a hotel that looks like the kind of place I would like. Don't get me wrong; I am still very, very, very wealthy. I'm still 16 years old. Always. Forever. I park the car in the lot, or what amounts to a lot.
My feet move up the front entrance, unaware of what lay ahead. For some reason I start to feel very nervous.
Calm down, chica, there's nothing to be afraid of.
When I walk into the building, surprised that it is still open, I find there is no one around. There was another car out side, a convertible. "Hello? Is there anyone around," I call, " Where the hell are all of you, or one of you...hello? Is this a hotel or not?"
There are footsteps in the distance. I must have bad hearing or something because I felt someone creep up right behind me.
"Can I help you, did you get one of my cards?" Some male voice says. But this male voice is different, so warm, so comforting, and so familiar. I have been longing to here this voice for a century past....
"Angeles?"
Surely enough, my sire was standing right here in front of me. He looked different, older, more handsome, indeed. Those same brown eyes, that same stance, that same body....
"Mendoza?"
The man, who stands before me, is the voice I have longed for. Just to here those comforting words that soothed me when I was scared, was something I didn't expect.
Ay carumba! Amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor...! (Oh dear, love, my love, my love, my love)
"Angeles, what, why, how, when, how, why?"
"I don't know," he says, running his fingers through his lovely brown hair, "Why you, how are you, how did you?"
"Well," I say, "It's called modern technology. A plane! To think, something that flies humans in the air! It is too much for my small capacity brain! But, oh well."
He laughed a rich deep laugh. "Small capacity brain? Well, at least you haven't changed, always trying to be funny."
"And have you changed?" I asked him.
I walked around him in a circle, pretending to look at him thoroughly. "No, chico, you haven't changed, not one bit. Still ever so handsome. El Angeles, mi amor, donde lo tiene fue? Yo lo, perdi tan el amor. Por que me salio usted? Yo lo ame! Usted me traiciono con Darla! (Oh Angeles, my love, where did you go? I loved you, love. Why did you have to leave me? You betrayed me with Darla!)"
"I never betrayed you! How could you think that?" He yelled at me
I stood astonished. He understood every word of what I had said. If only he knew, how much I loved him. How much I missed his every word that spilled out of his perfect lips like rubies and diamonds. If only he knew, how much he meant to me...how damn good the sex was.
"You understood what I said?" I whispered
"Yes," He said, folding his arms around him, "Come here. I have missed you."
Moreover, when he wrapped me up in his big strong arms, I felt like everything was going to be all right again. Like nothing else mattered. We belonged to each other.
Just as I closed my eyes, happy and content, the door flew open. Angel looked up from where he was resting his head on mine and his jaw fell open. Four people stood standing at the front door of the hotel. One looked as if she had been burned or cut. The short blonde, however, looked very familiar.
"Slayer," I said as I let down my teeth, forgetting that I couldn't bite.
"Don't it's okay..."Angel said, to my surprise.
I let my teeth back up. "Why, Angel is it okay? Do you know her or something?" I questioned.
Angel's face turned a bright red. I have my way of embarrassing people. And I have a way of getting to things others can't.
"Buffy," Angel said, "What happened to Willow?"
"It's Darla, she came after Willow and Tara." The Slayer said quietly
"Darla..." the red head trailed off, "she had a match, she tried to burn me and Tara. She missed Tara, but she got me. Why would she do this to me Angel? She had no right! What did Tara ever do to her?"
"Will, calm down," the tall burly, brown haired man whispered, "Now, Angel, we have reason to believe you set Darla to do this."
"And, why, Xander, would I do such a thing? She's obsessed with me too. There's nothing I can do about it! Why would I ever want to hurt any of you? Tell me that Xander Harris."
"Well, maybe you know about the key. And you want the key, and you just to get us out of the way so you can have the key." The man named Xander said
"Xander, what would I want with a key I know nothing about," Angel said, "And lastly, why would I want Darla to do my dirty work? I can take care of things for myself."
Finally, I spoke up, "He can you know." Trying to defend him
"You," the slayer said, "who are you? Another one of your little bitchs, Angel?"
"I'm surely not one of his bitchs. And you know if I could bite, you'd be dead by now." I affirmed
"I'm so sure little girl," The slayer said, "And were you neutered too? Just like Spike?"
"You know that asshole, Spike? I never had much a thing for him; I thought for a while that he liked me. But I let him use me. It was horrible. I left him, cursed him, and I hope he dies by my bare hands."
Now, the slayer looked interested, "You were together with Spike?"
"No! It was a one-night thing. He used to be cute. Therefore, I slept with him once and one time only. It was horrible!"
"You haven't answered my question yet. Who are you and what are you doing here, with Angel?" The slayer asked
"My name is Mendoza. I died in the bayou of New Orleans. I was only sixteen years old, which is why I look so very young. It was a hot night in March of 1826, my birthday, my parents were having a party in honor of me getting married to some drunken sailor. Darla, may she be cursed by any means, and Angeles came to the party and killed everyone. Except me, that is. Angeles here, rescued me, and turned me into a vampire. Angeles and I had an affair that lasted quite sometime. Many years after I had left him, when he got the curse, I had been on my own for quite some time. Last year, men in army suits took me in and they suck a little chip inside my head, now I can't bite. It does not bother me much. Does that answer your question?" I spat out quickly.
The slayer nodded. She turned to Angel. "Why didn't you tell me you had another child?"
He shook his head. The slayer said calmly, "We came here looking for an answer. I can see we are not getting one. Come on guys let's get out of here."
"Buffy...." Angel called after the slayer.
She turned around, "Be careful...Darla's a lot stronger than she looks."
The slayer and her group of friends left. Angel bent down to kiss me, but just as our lips met the door flung open again. I closed my eyes and turned around, "I thought you didn't need Angel anymore."
"I don't need Angeles for anything, I want to know where the slayer and her little so called Scooby Gang went." A very familiar English voice said.
Holy, fucking shit! I'd know that annoying voice anywhere.
"Spike?" I opened my eyes.
"Yeah, I'm Spike. Where the hell did the little slayer girl go." His back was faced to Angel and me.
He turned around. Spike then got a very amused look on his face.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asked, "The Notorious Peaches and the Voodoo Queen. That's very low of you Angeles."
"Voodoo Queen, Spike, you asshole, is that what you think of me? A Voodoo Queen? And how is it low of Angeles?" I practically screamed at Spike, "It's your fucking fault I can't bite! Leave me the FUCK alone!
"Alright, Tigress, calm down. I'll be leaving now, thankyouverymuch!" He snorted out.
Spike left. I turned back to Angel. There were no more words left. No more, not now. It was time to finish what we started.
The End of Chapter 1
Please R&R, it means a lot to me. Ja Ne, Sakana Kaioh