Title: Demons, Vampires and Freaks
Author: Eva
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters of Angel don't belong to me. Joss Whedon owns
them (lucky guy)
Distribution: anyone, anywhere just ask
Feedback: all is welcome
Note: don't be too harsh, my first angel fic!!!!!!
Chapter Two Dark, Damp Alleyways
"This place is the pits," I mumbled to myself as I locked up for the night. "Well this is what you get when you put down your parents offer of help."
"I did what I thought was right, and when my father apologises for his appalling behaviour then maybe I will accept their offer."
ha ha"Never, not even in the fiery depths of hell, would you accept that tyrant's attempt to belittle and control you."
"But the offer also came from your mother, the only person who had ever attempted to show you any affection at all, even if most of the time she was preoccupied with "lunching darling" or her newest faze"
While I was having this conclusive conversation with myself someone, or rather something that smelled worse than those pair of socks that have set up camp under my bed, had managed to sneak up on me.
"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this," slurred the creature that had the nerve to touch me on the shoulder, imagine that, touching me on the shoulder...ME!
I decided that I needed to get rid of this loser before I had to take more than three showers tonight. "What I am doing here is none of your damn business, and for your information that is like, the most lamest line ever invented by stupid MANkind!!!!" I yelled at the dirty, filthy slug.
"Is the twenty-first century too far ahead for you??" I asked sweetly, with a sarcastic tone.
"Your going to be sorry you said that little one," the creepy guy whispered menacingly.
"What are we on to pet names now...., and you don't even know where I live," I said, still keeping the sarcastic tone.
The man, if I can call it that, answered by slapping me on the face, hard. "No need to get physical," was my retaliation. The creepy guy laughed, and then he turned his head away.
I heard a hissing sound and the next thing I know the guy's on top of me, his fangs looming towards my neck. Imagine that, fangs, at night in L.A., god knows what's going to happen next.
I kicked him back, into the alley wall with enough force to render him unconscious. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to play fair," I said to his limp body.
"No," calls out a voice from behind me, "but she did make a lovely supper."
Chapter Two Dark, Damp Alleyways
"This place is the pits," I mumbled to myself as I locked up for the night. "Well this is what you get when you put down your parents offer of help."
"I did what I thought was right, and when my father apologises for his appalling behaviour then maybe I will accept their offer."
ha ha"Never, not even in the fiery depths of hell, would you accept that tyrant's attempt to belittle and control you."
"But the offer also came from your mother, the only person who had ever attempted to show you any affection at all, even if most of the time she was preoccupied with "lunching darling" or her newest faze"
While I was having this conclusive conversation with myself someone, or rather something that smelled worse than those pair of socks that have set up camp under my bed, had managed to sneak up on me.
"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this," slurred the creature that had the nerve to touch me on the shoulder, imagine that, touching me on the shoulder...ME!
I decided that I needed to get rid of this loser before I had to take more than three showers tonight. "What I am doing here is none of your damn business, and for your information that is like, the most lamest line ever invented by stupid MANkind!!!!" I yelled at the dirty, filthy slug.
"Is the twenty-first century too far ahead for you??" I asked sweetly, with a sarcastic tone.
"Your going to be sorry you said that little one," the creepy guy whispered menacingly.
"What are we on to pet names now...., and you don't even know where I live," I said, still keeping the sarcastic tone.
The man, if I can call it that, answered by slapping me on the face, hard. "No need to get physical," was my retaliation. The creepy guy laughed, and then he turned his head away.
I heard a hissing sound and the next thing I know the guy's on top of me, his fangs looming towards my neck. Imagine that, fangs, at night in L.A., god knows what's going to happen next.
I kicked him back, into the alley wall with enough force to render him unconscious. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to play fair," I said to his limp body.
"No," calls out a voice from behind me, "but she did make a lovely supper."