Interchange
Interchange
Chapter Three:
He was dressed in a loud Hawaiian shirt,
and hummed off key as he walked quickly down the dark LA streets.
He was searching for one bum in particular out of the many that
populated the alleys and park benches of the city, and had
already accidentally scared the crap out of several members of
the homeless population.
I don't know why I couldn't just get him
last time Had his location scouted out and everything. What
a waste of stakeout time! He pushed his hands further into
his pockets to ward of the cold, and ventured into yet another
dark alley. Y'd think the powers were trying to get me killed.
He frowned. Or just mugged.
He heard someone scrambling around in the
piles of crap, and the frightened squeak of a rodent that had
just realised that its time had come. The sounds were followed by
the oh-so-pleasant view of a guy in full vamp face sucking the
life out of a big hairy rat.
"Please, I just ate."
The vamp dropped the rat suddenly and
backed away, startled. "Who are you? What do you want with
me."
"Just to talk. And maybe walk a little,
the smell in here" Hawaiian shirt guy wrinkled his
nose in distaste.
"Why should I?" The vamp didn't
trust him. No surprise there.
"Because, I wanna talk to you about
destiny, man. And I think you really oughta listen."
"Alright I'm listening."
Angel nodded curtly and followed Whistler out into the street.
"First of all, it wasn't supposed to
happen like this." Whistler sighed as they walked slowly
past empty office buildings. "The powers, they had it all
set up so that The Slayer would die, and the next one would be
called. An' they sent me to prep you, so that you could get ready
for the whole desitiny thing. But at the last minute
Someone changed everything, changed the fates of a whole stack of
people. Including yours."
"Your point being?" Angel frowned
back. "How could The Slayer not dying affect me? And why
shoud I care?"
"Trust me. If you knew how it was
supposed to be, you'd care." Whistler shook his head. "But
I'll get to the pointy part of all this. The powers have plans
for you, and you need to be ready. Because weather you want it or
not, she's gonna need you, and you better be there."
"Why?"
"You're a walking bucket of guilt, am
I right? You've got this whole 'I have to suffer because I killed
a lot of people' thing going on. But really, eating rats and
living in alleyways aint the way to get redemption."
"And you're saying this is?"
"Nope. The powers are. I'm just the
messenger, buddy."