A/N- Thanks for reviewing...I love it when you do that. :) umm...okay just for the record, I *have* tried emailing with updates and it worked in a couple of cases and not in the others...very weird. So, I'm not being sleazy or anything...maybe you might need to watch if you've typed your email addresses correctly...'cos that might also be a problem if you haven't... :) If you haven't reviewed I suggest you do and if you *really* want me to send email update notifications email me at either [1]anita_n_v@hotmail.com or [2]evil_angel@ihavepms.com I'll reply to either. Ta.
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The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Someone's watching me. I can feel it. Slowly opening my eyes a fraction, making it look like I'm still asleep to anyone who's watching, I roll over. Taking in as much as I can as I do, my attention is drawn to the glass door which leads out onto the balcony. Although I'm surrounded by darkness and everything is pitch black, I can distinguish his...or *its* outline.
I try to force my heartbeat to keep its slow, calm pattern. How long has that thing been there? What is it? Human? Demon? Vamp? What does it want? Is it evil? How easily can it get in? I'm gonna die, aren't I?
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I sit up in bed, letting the figure know that I acknowledge its presence. Stupid move, I know. I flick on the bedside light. The thing steps forward and the doors slide open. He didn't even have to reach for the handles.
Shit. This isn't good.
I jump off the bed and stand firmly on the floor, where I have a better chance at fighting this...well, he looks human. But that doesn't mean anything. In this reality looks can be deceiving.
"Hi..." I say slowly, trying to mask my fear. Strange, menacing, dark, tall, scary, magickal guy in my bedroom, where I'm all alone, is NOT good. "You are?"
An evil smirk floats across his early twenties-ish face and settles there. "Stop playing games." He drawls. His voice sends a shiver down my spine. It's so icy. So...evil.
"Uh...what are you talking about? Nobody's playing here."
"Don't screw with me Nicola...oh, no wait...you've done that. Pretty damn pathetic too if you ask me..."
Something tells me I'm supposed to hate this guy. Gee, I wonder why? "Whoa...stop...back up. I think you've got the wrong chick `cos I'm not Nicola...but oh boy is she lucky to have you. Note the sarcasm. How could anyone stand to spend more than 2 secon-"
"Shut up!" He booms. I hope that Angel heard that...how could he have not? "Whatever you're playing at give it up." He hisses. "And drop the phoney accent."
I'm enraged. "My accent is NOT phoney...it may be one of the least appealing in the world, but I can assure you that its real. And, for the last time, I am *NOT* the person you're looking for!" I scream at him. Please let Angel burst through that door. Any second now...
"Look bitch, I don't know how you survived last night but I can assure you, you wont make it through this one."
That's it. "I'm sorry Mr. Big-Magickal-And-Murderous, but as I keep trying to tell you, I'm not the girl you're looking for...and when are you bad guys gonna get new material, `cos all you guys ever seem to do is say stuff like `I'm gonna kill you' and its getting old."
He laughs maliciously, his green eyes set in an evil glare. "You've grown an attitude, I see. Bad move." Without warning, he raises his hand and I'm thrown across the room. My head collides with the bathroom door with a meaty `smack'.
"Ouch." I say, pulling myself up from the ground. "That wasn't nice. What is it with you guys and hitting my head against walls. Get some new mater-" I can't finish `cos now I'm flying past the main door and straight into the opposing wall. Still, I'm alive and conscious.
"You shouldn't have betrayed me." He snarls. "Shouldn't have run."
"I don't know who the hell you *are*!" I persist.
"Liar!" He roars in response.
I'm filled with rage, which gives me a burst of strength. "I. DON'T. LIE!" I yell, pulling myself back up and lunging at him. "And get it through your soon-to-be-dead-guy brain and realise that I'm not your Nicola chick!" I kick at his head, but he ducks and pulls my other leg out from underneath me. I fall to the floor and back-flip back up to face him. "Nuh-uh," I wave my finger at him. "That was naughty. You don't play fair."
He raises his hand again, but on reflex I pull a roundhouse and hear a few of the bones in it break. "That's gotta hurt." I taunt. I decide that I've been watching *WAY* too much Buffy. "Oh, no you don't." I add, when he raises his other hand. But, he's ready for my attack on it, flicking me away in one swift motion. I fly against the wall again, this time the wind is knocked out of me. "Hey, that hurt." I breathe. Ow...so did talking.
"What I have planned for you is going to hurt a lot more." He states again. Why don't they ever learn new lines? "You're going to pay for everything." Oh, bleck...that's soo passé.
"Thanks, but no thanks." I answer dryly. Heaving myself from the floor once again, I check that I'm still intact. Yep. Miraculously, nothing's broken...or missing. Oh God, but I ache. "You know...if you're gonna kill me, I think it only fit that you tell me who you are."
"Fine...I'll play along with your little game..." He smiles wickedly. "After all...you played a lot of mine...but they were all in the name of sex..."
I want to spit at him, or slap him...or both. But I hold myself back. I might actually get a straight answer out of this guy.
"How is it that you can't remember my name, Nicola? You've screamed it enough..."
"Get over yourself." I jeer, "I've never slept with you `cos I `aint Nicola. And I don't think I ever would..." I shudder at the thought. How could anyone *willingly* do something like that with someone so...evil? I mean, without being insane?
He sighs in frustration. "I'm Damien. If you're not Nicola, that's all you need to know before I kill you."
"I'm so over those bad-guy lines. They're so...so typical. Think up something new. It's bugging me like you wouldn't believe. Is there some kind of pathetic code that you guys have to follow or something?"
"No, but they like to stick with the stereotypes...It makes them feel power. The lines aren't that bad, but it takes a pro to say `em right and give an impact." A third voice adds. Angel joins us in the room, being Mr Stealthy this time. "I'd know."
"It's about time you got your undead butt in here. How long did you think I could hold this psycho off? He's got telekineses or something like that...and I'm betting he's also got some sort of big bad black magick up his sleeve." I state, grinning at him. Trust him to appear last minute to save me.
"Angelus." Damien mouths in shock. "I heard the slayer finished you off."
"Well, you heard wrong...and anyway, I'm not Angelus."
"He seems to have a bad case of mistaking identities." I add, shooting Angel another smile.
He half smirks back. "I think he needs to be taught a few things, don't you?"
I nod and we turn on this Damien guy together. I like the feeling of threatening a bad guy next to Angel. I feel full of power, strong and arrogant. Two Angels verse one bad guy. I like it. The fact that Damien is backing away slowly is making this feel even more fun.
He raises his broken hand, then quickly draws it away, wincing in pain. The other hand makes its appearance again, but he doesn't know who to attack. His eyes flicker from me to Angel, then back to me. He keeps backing away, the good hand still raised, until he's back on the balcony.
Both Angel and I break into a run, but even with his vampire speed, neither he nor I reach Damien in time. The bad guy has already spun and jumped off the terrace, disappearing into the night. Something tells me that we haven't seen the last of him. (Oh, crap. Now I'm using the clichés...)
Angel looks down at me, his chocolate eyes are full of concern. Gently, he raises a hand to one of the numerous cuts on my face. I must look terrible now. "Are you okay?" He asks, examining my bruises and wounds with caution.
I feel my heart rate speeding up. I swallow and feel my face flush again, knowing that he can tell just by looking at me that I'm crushing on him. "I'm alive, aren't I? And, hey, nothing's broken..."
"I think you need some first aid. Come on, downstairs..." He says firmly, guiding me out the door, his hand on my back. My pulse is starting to race even more. I try to focus on something less...distracting. Oh god...his touch is so gentle, so...No. Not gonna think like that. Bad Angel...as in me. Bad. Grrr...
Didn't I read somewhere that he's falling for Cordy? So falling for him...as in the *real* him is not a good idea. I mean, I like Cordelia. Plus...note the age difference between us...Gotta think of something else. Oh, he smells so nice... THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE!
We step into the elevator. I pull away from him to steady my thoughts. "Thanks for saving me." I whisper.
"Us Angels have got to stick together." He smiles, then turns serious. "But, I *should* have been there sooner...You wouldn't have gotten so beaten up if I had just-"
I spin to face him. "No. Stop right there. You're not using that as another reason to brood. There is no reason for you to feel guilty about tonight. You still saved me. Plus I was whipping his butt like you wouldn't believe..."
He does that thing where he isn't smiling, but in a way you can tell he is. "Actually...I would...after you went to bed, Cordy had this vision and we did some research from it...found out some interesting stuff about you..."
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A/N (2) - Do I need to say it? I will anyway. Review time now. Email me if you want notifications on the next updates...not that I can guarantee it'll work or that I can do it soon...but I'll try. Ta.
References
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The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Someone's watching me. I can feel it. Slowly opening my eyes a fraction, making it look like I'm still asleep to anyone who's watching, I roll over. Taking in as much as I can as I do, my attention is drawn to the glass door which leads out onto the balcony. Although I'm surrounded by darkness and everything is pitch black, I can distinguish his...or *its* outline.
I try to force my heartbeat to keep its slow, calm pattern. How long has that thing been there? What is it? Human? Demon? Vamp? What does it want? Is it evil? How easily can it get in? I'm gonna die, aren't I?
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I sit up in bed, letting the figure know that I acknowledge its presence. Stupid move, I know. I flick on the bedside light. The thing steps forward and the doors slide open. He didn't even have to reach for the handles.
Shit. This isn't good.
I jump off the bed and stand firmly on the floor, where I have a better chance at fighting this...well, he looks human. But that doesn't mean anything. In this reality looks can be deceiving.
"Hi..." I say slowly, trying to mask my fear. Strange, menacing, dark, tall, scary, magickal guy in my bedroom, where I'm all alone, is NOT good. "You are?"
An evil smirk floats across his early twenties-ish face and settles there. "Stop playing games." He drawls. His voice sends a shiver down my spine. It's so icy. So...evil.
"Uh...what are you talking about? Nobody's playing here."
"Don't screw with me Nicola...oh, no wait...you've done that. Pretty damn pathetic too if you ask me..."
Something tells me I'm supposed to hate this guy. Gee, I wonder why? "Whoa...stop...back up. I think you've got the wrong chick `cos I'm not Nicola...but oh boy is she lucky to have you. Note the sarcasm. How could anyone stand to spend more than 2 secon-"
"Shut up!" He booms. I hope that Angel heard that...how could he have not? "Whatever you're playing at give it up." He hisses. "And drop the phoney accent."
I'm enraged. "My accent is NOT phoney...it may be one of the least appealing in the world, but I can assure you that its real. And, for the last time, I am *NOT* the person you're looking for!" I scream at him. Please let Angel burst through that door. Any second now...
"Look bitch, I don't know how you survived last night but I can assure you, you wont make it through this one."
That's it. "I'm sorry Mr. Big-Magickal-And-Murderous, but as I keep trying to tell you, I'm not the girl you're looking for...and when are you bad guys gonna get new material, `cos all you guys ever seem to do is say stuff like `I'm gonna kill you' and its getting old."
He laughs maliciously, his green eyes set in an evil glare. "You've grown an attitude, I see. Bad move." Without warning, he raises his hand and I'm thrown across the room. My head collides with the bathroom door with a meaty `smack'.
"Ouch." I say, pulling myself up from the ground. "That wasn't nice. What is it with you guys and hitting my head against walls. Get some new mater-" I can't finish `cos now I'm flying past the main door and straight into the opposing wall. Still, I'm alive and conscious.
"You shouldn't have betrayed me." He snarls. "Shouldn't have run."
"I don't know who the hell you *are*!" I persist.
"Liar!" He roars in response.
I'm filled with rage, which gives me a burst of strength. "I. DON'T. LIE!" I yell, pulling myself back up and lunging at him. "And get it through your soon-to-be-dead-guy brain and realise that I'm not your Nicola chick!" I kick at his head, but he ducks and pulls my other leg out from underneath me. I fall to the floor and back-flip back up to face him. "Nuh-uh," I wave my finger at him. "That was naughty. You don't play fair."
He raises his hand again, but on reflex I pull a roundhouse and hear a few of the bones in it break. "That's gotta hurt." I taunt. I decide that I've been watching *WAY* too much Buffy. "Oh, no you don't." I add, when he raises his other hand. But, he's ready for my attack on it, flicking me away in one swift motion. I fly against the wall again, this time the wind is knocked out of me. "Hey, that hurt." I breathe. Ow...so did talking.
"What I have planned for you is going to hurt a lot more." He states again. Why don't they ever learn new lines? "You're going to pay for everything." Oh, bleck...that's soo passé.
"Thanks, but no thanks." I answer dryly. Heaving myself from the floor once again, I check that I'm still intact. Yep. Miraculously, nothing's broken...or missing. Oh God, but I ache. "You know...if you're gonna kill me, I think it only fit that you tell me who you are."
"Fine...I'll play along with your little game..." He smiles wickedly. "After all...you played a lot of mine...but they were all in the name of sex..."
I want to spit at him, or slap him...or both. But I hold myself back. I might actually get a straight answer out of this guy.
"How is it that you can't remember my name, Nicola? You've screamed it enough..."
"Get over yourself." I jeer, "I've never slept with you `cos I `aint Nicola. And I don't think I ever would..." I shudder at the thought. How could anyone *willingly* do something like that with someone so...evil? I mean, without being insane?
He sighs in frustration. "I'm Damien. If you're not Nicola, that's all you need to know before I kill you."
"I'm so over those bad-guy lines. They're so...so typical. Think up something new. It's bugging me like you wouldn't believe. Is there some kind of pathetic code that you guys have to follow or something?"
"No, but they like to stick with the stereotypes...It makes them feel power. The lines aren't that bad, but it takes a pro to say `em right and give an impact." A third voice adds. Angel joins us in the room, being Mr Stealthy this time. "I'd know."
"It's about time you got your undead butt in here. How long did you think I could hold this psycho off? He's got telekineses or something like that...and I'm betting he's also got some sort of big bad black magick up his sleeve." I state, grinning at him. Trust him to appear last minute to save me.
"Angelus." Damien mouths in shock. "I heard the slayer finished you off."
"Well, you heard wrong...and anyway, I'm not Angelus."
"He seems to have a bad case of mistaking identities." I add, shooting Angel another smile.
He half smirks back. "I think he needs to be taught a few things, don't you?"
I nod and we turn on this Damien guy together. I like the feeling of threatening a bad guy next to Angel. I feel full of power, strong and arrogant. Two Angels verse one bad guy. I like it. The fact that Damien is backing away slowly is making this feel even more fun.
He raises his broken hand, then quickly draws it away, wincing in pain. The other hand makes its appearance again, but he doesn't know who to attack. His eyes flicker from me to Angel, then back to me. He keeps backing away, the good hand still raised, until he's back on the balcony.
Both Angel and I break into a run, but even with his vampire speed, neither he nor I reach Damien in time. The bad guy has already spun and jumped off the terrace, disappearing into the night. Something tells me that we haven't seen the last of him. (Oh, crap. Now I'm using the clichés...)
Angel looks down at me, his chocolate eyes are full of concern. Gently, he raises a hand to one of the numerous cuts on my face. I must look terrible now. "Are you okay?" He asks, examining my bruises and wounds with caution.
I feel my heart rate speeding up. I swallow and feel my face flush again, knowing that he can tell just by looking at me that I'm crushing on him. "I'm alive, aren't I? And, hey, nothing's broken..."
"I think you need some first aid. Come on, downstairs..." He says firmly, guiding me out the door, his hand on my back. My pulse is starting to race even more. I try to focus on something less...distracting. Oh god...his touch is so gentle, so...No. Not gonna think like that. Bad Angel...as in me. Bad. Grrr...
Didn't I read somewhere that he's falling for Cordy? So falling for him...as in the *real* him is not a good idea. I mean, I like Cordelia. Plus...note the age difference between us...Gotta think of something else. Oh, he smells so nice... THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE!
We step into the elevator. I pull away from him to steady my thoughts. "Thanks for saving me." I whisper.
"Us Angels have got to stick together." He smiles, then turns serious. "But, I *should* have been there sooner...You wouldn't have gotten so beaten up if I had just-"
I spin to face him. "No. Stop right there. You're not using that as another reason to brood. There is no reason for you to feel guilty about tonight. You still saved me. Plus I was whipping his butt like you wouldn't believe..."
He does that thing where he isn't smiling, but in a way you can tell he is. "Actually...I would...after you went to bed, Cordy had this vision and we did some research from it...found out some interesting stuff about you..."
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A/N (2) - Do I need to say it? I will anyway. Review time now. Email me if you want notifications on the next updates...not that I can guarantee it'll work or that I can do it soon...but I'll try. Ta.
References
1. mailto:anita_n_v@hotmail.com
2. mailto:evil_angel@ihavepms.com
