Wesley sat on the wooden floor. The recent earthquake had ripped a hole through the middle of the entire hotel and it was in need of a fix up. In his lap lay the diary. A sudden sense of energy lept from the diary into Wesleys' eyes. He concentrated on it. His eyes focused on the cover of the diary.
"Wes?" It was Angel, stood at the door. "Everything alright? You have been up here for over an hour." His eyes took focus off the diary. He was once again transported back to reality.
Wesley placed the diary next to him on the floor. He contemplated telling Angel about the diary. It was the coincidence. Of finding a Vampires diary in a vampires hotel, that stopped him from mentioning it at all.
"Wes... everything alright?" For a split second the diary next to Wesley glowed bright yellow... away from both his and Angels' view. And for that exact same split second... a vision entered Wesley's mind. The room turned a hellish firey red around him but in the process illuminated Angel, standing between the door frame. Only it wasn't Angel anymore. It was Angelus. Smiling wickedly... bright yellow eyes fixed firmly on Wesley.
"What's the matter Wesley? No warm british welcome for your old friend?" A flash of light. Wesley on the floor in shock, Angel standing over him, trying to help him up.
"Wesley, are you ok? What's going on?" Angel was beginning to become concerned.
"I... I don't know... some sort of vision I guess". Wesley was still in great shock. Angel helped him to his feet.
"A vision? A vision of what? Something bad going to happen? What is it Wes?" Once again Wesley contemplated telling Angel the truth. The last time Wesley kept anything from Angel it ended up with Angel losing something... someone very close to him. But this was different. This didn't point to anything bad happening. Just bad thoughts maybe?
"Oh... another earthquake. Soon. Maybe its just the shock of it all. I mean look at this place. It's a mess" Wesley tapped the wall next to him... it promptly feel through to the next room. Angel smiled at him.
"Look, we're going to go and catch a movie... Fred said she really wants to get out of cleaning and doing nothing routine... you want to come along with us?" Wesley took a sly glance at the diary on the floor. He knew he had to look into this more.
"No actually all this earthquake fiasco has made me extremely tired and giddy... I will be off home shortly. You go ahead and enjoy yourself" Wesley was a convincing liar.
"Ok... well... guess I will see you tommorrow." Angel headed for the stairs. He stopped. And turned around "Oh and Wes..." Wesley came to the door and looked at Angel. "You sure you're ok?" Wesley looked down to his feet, then back into Angels' eyes.
"Everything is fine."
Wesleys apartment. The light goes on. He threw his keys and the diary on the table. He took off his tie and sats down at the table. He looked at the diary as if he were a child looking at chocolate in a candy shop. He slowly picked it up and began to read...
[Two.]
After months of not knowing what to do I figured out I had to drink blood to survive. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't. I realised there were others like me... not the same... they didnt have concience or dignity... no... they simply killed at will to feed. I saw it many a time. Bright yellow eyes... long deep fangs sinking into flesh. Sometimes I wished I could just let it all go. Just to taste that sweet taste. To smell that glorious smell. To have what I wanted... yet I knew it was wrong. Although my mind was confused and full of many thoughts I had to concentrate on finding somewhere to live in this new state of life. I found an abandonded hotel on the edge of the city. It was big and looked as though no one had been there for a long time. So i took shelter in it. Now I was alone with my thoughts and i could only think about one thing; what made me this way. What i had done to deserve this. I replayed the image of the yellow eyes coming towards me. And the more I thought about it the more the face... his face came to me. It was only one night passing by strangers that had seen him that I learned his name. He was the most evil of them all. Apparently. No mercy for any of them. He tortured many and took great pleasure in it. It was then that I learnt the name of my sire.
Wesley's mouth opened and spoke while he read the last line of the entry ... "Angelus"
(To Be continued)
"Wes?" It was Angel, stood at the door. "Everything alright? You have been up here for over an hour." His eyes took focus off the diary. He was once again transported back to reality.
Wesley placed the diary next to him on the floor. He contemplated telling Angel about the diary. It was the coincidence. Of finding a Vampires diary in a vampires hotel, that stopped him from mentioning it at all.
"Wes... everything alright?" For a split second the diary next to Wesley glowed bright yellow... away from both his and Angels' view. And for that exact same split second... a vision entered Wesley's mind. The room turned a hellish firey red around him but in the process illuminated Angel, standing between the door frame. Only it wasn't Angel anymore. It was Angelus. Smiling wickedly... bright yellow eyes fixed firmly on Wesley.
"What's the matter Wesley? No warm british welcome for your old friend?" A flash of light. Wesley on the floor in shock, Angel standing over him, trying to help him up.
"Wesley, are you ok? What's going on?" Angel was beginning to become concerned.
"I... I don't know... some sort of vision I guess". Wesley was still in great shock. Angel helped him to his feet.
"A vision? A vision of what? Something bad going to happen? What is it Wes?" Once again Wesley contemplated telling Angel the truth. The last time Wesley kept anything from Angel it ended up with Angel losing something... someone very close to him. But this was different. This didn't point to anything bad happening. Just bad thoughts maybe?
"Oh... another earthquake. Soon. Maybe its just the shock of it all. I mean look at this place. It's a mess" Wesley tapped the wall next to him... it promptly feel through to the next room. Angel smiled at him.
"Look, we're going to go and catch a movie... Fred said she really wants to get out of cleaning and doing nothing routine... you want to come along with us?" Wesley took a sly glance at the diary on the floor. He knew he had to look into this more.
"No actually all this earthquake fiasco has made me extremely tired and giddy... I will be off home shortly. You go ahead and enjoy yourself" Wesley was a convincing liar.
"Ok... well... guess I will see you tommorrow." Angel headed for the stairs. He stopped. And turned around "Oh and Wes..." Wesley came to the door and looked at Angel. "You sure you're ok?" Wesley looked down to his feet, then back into Angels' eyes.
"Everything is fine."
Wesleys apartment. The light goes on. He threw his keys and the diary on the table. He took off his tie and sats down at the table. He looked at the diary as if he were a child looking at chocolate in a candy shop. He slowly picked it up and began to read...
[Two.]
After months of not knowing what to do I figured out I had to drink blood to survive. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't. I realised there were others like me... not the same... they didnt have concience or dignity... no... they simply killed at will to feed. I saw it many a time. Bright yellow eyes... long deep fangs sinking into flesh. Sometimes I wished I could just let it all go. Just to taste that sweet taste. To smell that glorious smell. To have what I wanted... yet I knew it was wrong. Although my mind was confused and full of many thoughts I had to concentrate on finding somewhere to live in this new state of life. I found an abandonded hotel on the edge of the city. It was big and looked as though no one had been there for a long time. So i took shelter in it. Now I was alone with my thoughts and i could only think about one thing; what made me this way. What i had done to deserve this. I replayed the image of the yellow eyes coming towards me. And the more I thought about it the more the face... his face came to me. It was only one night passing by strangers that had seen him that I learned his name. He was the most evil of them all. Apparently. No mercy for any of them. He tortured many and took great pleasure in it. It was then that I learnt the name of my sire.
Wesley's mouth opened and spoke while he read the last line of the entry ... "Angelus"
(To Be continued)
