Chap 3
FLASHBACK - New York not long after Angel gained his soul...
The streets were cold and dark, Angel hung his head low as he walked, ignoring the passers by that spoke in whispers around him. Bells chimed somewhere in the distance causing Angel to look up, noticing the moon high in the sky. He trudged onwards; his whole body ached with hunger, his face looked pale and thin. His hair no longer looked healthy and shiny but hung long and dank below his shoulders.
There were people everywhere. Wherever Angel turned another person would be there, stood in front, beside, behind him...everywhere. 'Cant people just disappear? Can't there be a no go area?' Angel sighed. He looked left and noticed a dark, empty alley, a perfect opportunity for him to escape New York's population.
He turned down it, barely noticing where he was actually going but continued his walk as he did every night. Something stirred ahead of him. Something very quite. He bought his head up, instincts kicked in as he strained to hear for more.
There it was again. A whimper came from up ahead. He turned the corner to find a small girl no older that 8 years stood in the middle of the alley, her blonde curls wrapped themselves around her face, a small doll clutched at her side.
Angel approached slowly. What should he do? He stepped closer bending down to the small child. "Hi." He smiled.
"Hello." The small one answered.
"Where are your parents?" Angel asked, not really caring but felt the need to ask such a young one.
"T-They aren't moving." She exclaimed, stepping closer to the large man.
Angel's face soon cast a knowing glance. Death. "Show me." He stood holding his hand out.
The girl took it and led him along the alley until they reached a small building crammed in between the back of a large shopping centre and the shoemakers. She opened the door slowly and led Angel in, gripping his hand tightly as she did so.
It was dark and dingy inside, not that Angel noticed much, his vampire abilities allowed him to see pretty good in the darkness. He scooped up the young girl and carried her into the front room where it reeked of death.
There in the centre of the room lay her presumed mother, father and brother, all of them butchered by vampires. Angel turned the girl's head away not wishing her to be exposed to such violence and gore. The smell of blood was strong in the room, he felt the hunger pang back as he fought desperately to fight off the urge to slip into his demon face.
He turned swiftly, leaving the room as it was, the small girl still clutched in his arms. He felt her heart beating, as the blood, the warm tasty blood raced around her body. He began to feel the heat of her blood burning into his body as he held her tightly to him. He looked down at her, already she had fallen asleep in his arms, such an innocent child with no hope for the future. Her parents were gone, she had no-one left..who would notice one small child?
Angel reached outside and leant against the wall with the child cradled in his arms, her neck fully exposed to him. He watched her for a minute, imagining the blood pumping through the veins and arteries. The more he watched the more he wanted it, the more he wanted to drink from the little girl he held so lovingly in his arms.
He heard a noise beside him. He rolled his eyes as he began to sense what it was. Another vampire. He stood slowly, turning away from the noise praying that the vampire wouldn't notice the girl he held, he was in no fit state to fight.
"Stop" A growl echoed from behind.
Angel ignored it, and carried on his way, quickening the pace.
He heard the vampire before it hit him. He dodged to the left and gently set the girl down, standing protectively in front of her. He'll be damned if anything bad happened now. The vampire rushed at him, swinging for his head and catching him hard, sending him to the floor. Angel was up quick as he noticed the vampire reaching out to the girl. He kicked out, bringing the vampire down beside him. Angel rose from the ground and towered over the younger vampire. "Piss off - " was all he could get out before the vampire knocked him down again, this time breaking some ribs.
Angel slipped into his demon face, there was no way that vampire was going to get away with that. He grabbed him from behind and threw him into the nearest dumpster, forming a large dent on the side. The younger vamp was too quick, he stood quickly punching fast at Angels face and stomach, pain coursed through his body as he desperately tried to block the vamp in his defence.
Everything went black.
Angel awoke face down in the mud. Every inch of his body ached as he rolled over onto his back, staring up at the starry sky, it had been raining for a while and Angel's clothes were soaked through. He rose to his feet slowly when he remembered. The girl. Where was the girl? He looked around frantically, staring into every corner, praying he would spot her.
There she was, laying exactly where he left her. He limped forward holding his side, silently praying she was alive. He stopped a few inches in front and listened closely.
There was no heart beat.
Angel fell down to his knees, all that effort in vain. He picked up the child and brought her close to his body, noticing the familiar fang imprints in her neck. Dried blood stained her pure skin, her blonde hair the colour of scarlet.
"Fucking Bastard." Angel mumbled, feeling the now cool body against his.
"Its all my fault." He cried out, standing and pacing onwards into the fading darkness, the girl held firmly in his arms...
PRESENT DAY
Angel woke with a start. That small girl, so innocent and fragile died because of him. Died because he didn't do enough to help her. He sat up, trying to shake away the painful memory of the cute girl, shaking off the next image that crept up to haunt him.
The large bonfire he had built, the tiny body laid out on top. He couldn't subject the child to a life of immortality, hatred and evil. The only way to be sure that she wasn't going to come back was to burn her.
He closed his eyes in an effort to kill the scene. He paced the floor as he grew angrier with himself. His fist met the wall hard, pieces of stone flew as he made impact again and again, blood poured freely from his sliced knuckles.
That would never happen again. He assured himself. No mortal would die around him while he remained on this earth, he'd made sure of that since the little girl and he would do for eternity...
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FLASHBACK - New York not long after Angel gained his soul...
The streets were cold and dark, Angel hung his head low as he walked, ignoring the passers by that spoke in whispers around him. Bells chimed somewhere in the distance causing Angel to look up, noticing the moon high in the sky. He trudged onwards; his whole body ached with hunger, his face looked pale and thin. His hair no longer looked healthy and shiny but hung long and dank below his shoulders.
There were people everywhere. Wherever Angel turned another person would be there, stood in front, beside, behind him...everywhere. 'Cant people just disappear? Can't there be a no go area?' Angel sighed. He looked left and noticed a dark, empty alley, a perfect opportunity for him to escape New York's population.
He turned down it, barely noticing where he was actually going but continued his walk as he did every night. Something stirred ahead of him. Something very quite. He bought his head up, instincts kicked in as he strained to hear for more.
There it was again. A whimper came from up ahead. He turned the corner to find a small girl no older that 8 years stood in the middle of the alley, her blonde curls wrapped themselves around her face, a small doll clutched at her side.
Angel approached slowly. What should he do? He stepped closer bending down to the small child. "Hi." He smiled.
"Hello." The small one answered.
"Where are your parents?" Angel asked, not really caring but felt the need to ask such a young one.
"T-They aren't moving." She exclaimed, stepping closer to the large man.
Angel's face soon cast a knowing glance. Death. "Show me." He stood holding his hand out.
The girl took it and led him along the alley until they reached a small building crammed in between the back of a large shopping centre and the shoemakers. She opened the door slowly and led Angel in, gripping his hand tightly as she did so.
It was dark and dingy inside, not that Angel noticed much, his vampire abilities allowed him to see pretty good in the darkness. He scooped up the young girl and carried her into the front room where it reeked of death.
There in the centre of the room lay her presumed mother, father and brother, all of them butchered by vampires. Angel turned the girl's head away not wishing her to be exposed to such violence and gore. The smell of blood was strong in the room, he felt the hunger pang back as he fought desperately to fight off the urge to slip into his demon face.
He turned swiftly, leaving the room as it was, the small girl still clutched in his arms. He felt her heart beating, as the blood, the warm tasty blood raced around her body. He began to feel the heat of her blood burning into his body as he held her tightly to him. He looked down at her, already she had fallen asleep in his arms, such an innocent child with no hope for the future. Her parents were gone, she had no-one left..who would notice one small child?
Angel reached outside and leant against the wall with the child cradled in his arms, her neck fully exposed to him. He watched her for a minute, imagining the blood pumping through the veins and arteries. The more he watched the more he wanted it, the more he wanted to drink from the little girl he held so lovingly in his arms.
He heard a noise beside him. He rolled his eyes as he began to sense what it was. Another vampire. He stood slowly, turning away from the noise praying that the vampire wouldn't notice the girl he held, he was in no fit state to fight.
"Stop" A growl echoed from behind.
Angel ignored it, and carried on his way, quickening the pace.
He heard the vampire before it hit him. He dodged to the left and gently set the girl down, standing protectively in front of her. He'll be damned if anything bad happened now. The vampire rushed at him, swinging for his head and catching him hard, sending him to the floor. Angel was up quick as he noticed the vampire reaching out to the girl. He kicked out, bringing the vampire down beside him. Angel rose from the ground and towered over the younger vampire. "Piss off - " was all he could get out before the vampire knocked him down again, this time breaking some ribs.
Angel slipped into his demon face, there was no way that vampire was going to get away with that. He grabbed him from behind and threw him into the nearest dumpster, forming a large dent on the side. The younger vamp was too quick, he stood quickly punching fast at Angels face and stomach, pain coursed through his body as he desperately tried to block the vamp in his defence.
Everything went black.
Angel awoke face down in the mud. Every inch of his body ached as he rolled over onto his back, staring up at the starry sky, it had been raining for a while and Angel's clothes were soaked through. He rose to his feet slowly when he remembered. The girl. Where was the girl? He looked around frantically, staring into every corner, praying he would spot her.
There she was, laying exactly where he left her. He limped forward holding his side, silently praying she was alive. He stopped a few inches in front and listened closely.
There was no heart beat.
Angel fell down to his knees, all that effort in vain. He picked up the child and brought her close to his body, noticing the familiar fang imprints in her neck. Dried blood stained her pure skin, her blonde hair the colour of scarlet.
"Fucking Bastard." Angel mumbled, feeling the now cool body against his.
"Its all my fault." He cried out, standing and pacing onwards into the fading darkness, the girl held firmly in his arms...
PRESENT DAY
Angel woke with a start. That small girl, so innocent and fragile died because of him. Died because he didn't do enough to help her. He sat up, trying to shake away the painful memory of the cute girl, shaking off the next image that crept up to haunt him.
The large bonfire he had built, the tiny body laid out on top. He couldn't subject the child to a life of immortality, hatred and evil. The only way to be sure that she wasn't going to come back was to burn her.
He closed his eyes in an effort to kill the scene. He paced the floor as he grew angrier with himself. His fist met the wall hard, pieces of stone flew as he made impact again and again, blood poured freely from his sliced knuckles.
That would never happen again. He assured himself. No mortal would die around him while he remained on this earth, he'd made sure of that since the little girl and he would do for eternity...
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