Hi folks! This is my very first Angel fic, so please review, if there's
anything you wanna tell me about it. If you wonder, why my grammar's so
bad: I'm German and my beta reader doesn't seem to receive my stories ( Hi
Aero, is there something wrong with your server or the adress you gave
me?). So please review.
Dis: I don't own them, but playing with them's okay, I guess. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twisted
by X6193
Angel was sitting in front of his desk, his legs crossed on top of the table itself, and was quite happy with the fact that now, he could finally read his copy of Hermann Hesse's "Der Steppenwolf", due to Cordelia, who was dating some guy named Cliff, and Gunn, who'd dragged Wesley out to watch some movie. Though being very grateful for his little family of "Angel Investigations", the vampire greeted any kind of silence around him. The last cases had caused a lot of trouble and bleeding, so it was just fair that the fighters against the evil got some time off. Of course, Angel knew that this was only the calm before the storm, but it was better than nothing.
He sighed and turned the page over. Even in Sunnydale things seemed to be quiet. Willow sent mails or phoned them every once in a while to bring them on the update. Her innocent charm, which was even reflected in her mails, always made him smile. Some part of him missed the old crew, even Xander as unbelievable as it might sound, but he really did.
A sudden inner shivering made him look up from his novel. His vampiric senses reached out and he could feel another presence in front of the hotel. A frown took place on Angel's features. He couldn't hear a heartbeat, this person was definetly a vampire but the feeling that this one caused was a familiar one, as if he'd know the vampire but wasn't able to remember. Angel got silently up and took a nearby stake as he circled the desk, where he had put his book, which was immediately forgotten. A few steps and he stood in the lobby, facing the doors to see the newcomer.
His tension left him as he could finally see the vampire. It was a young woman about twenty years old, when she'd been turned. She was still a fledgling, barely a week old like his senses told him and she looked so lost at him with her deep liquid brown eyes, which seemed to be so familiar to him. Her skin was paler than his, almost white and it made her coal black hair, that was good two feet long, slightly curled and completely wet, appear even darker. Angel remembered that it had rained an hour or so ago and it looked like this vampiress had walked, no ran like her exhausted features showed him, directly through the shower. Her baggy dark clothes were soaked with the cold water and blood, her own blood, and ripped at her legs and stomach, where she was wounded. She didn't seem to have fed lately, maybe not since her rising. The girl leant against the doorframe, searching for some hold at the iron. Her hands were shaking. Angel almost dropped the stake in his hands as he sniffed the air and her fear. Why was she so familiar? He didn't know this vampiress, did he? No, he would remember.
" Help me, " her voice teared him back to reality, she had just whispered these two words but they were enough for him to throw the wood in his hand away, she wasn't a threat, his inner voice would tell him, it always did. Angel nearly rushed to her side as she couldn't control her shaking legs any longer and collapsed. He put his arms around her.
" It'll be fine, " he told her, while caressing her back, " Nothing's gonna happen to you. "
But all that he received was her whimpering and cracking voice.
" Help me, please. I don't know, where to go, don't know, what to do. Help me. "
" Shh, it's okay. Calm own, " he laid his hand on her cheek and was shocked by the cold he felt. She had to be starving, because a regular feeding vampire took at least some warmth from the blood he drank. It took him some time, but in the end he managed to get her to her feet and then walked the young woman into his office. Angel offered her the chair in front of his desk and poured some tea into two cups. As he gave one to her, she looked up at him with her lost eyes.
" M not thirsty but thank you. " Angel shook his head, still holding the cup in front of her.
" Drink it. It'll warm you up a little, " he smiled as she took his offering with her shaking pale hands. Angel sat down in his own chair and studied her. She was beautiful, he had to admit that. Her skin had felt smooth as he'd touched one of her high cheekbones, her face wasn't too long or too round, it was just....right the way it was. These familiar eyes were almost hidden behind long dark lashes and her body, well it was covered with baggy clothes, but as he'd caressed her back and pulled her to her feet, he had felt a slim, well built body. He watched her taking a sip of tea.
" So tell me, " he leant forward, folding his arms to support his upper body on his desk, he felt her muscles tensing, " How can I help you? "
A sad smile crossed her lips as she focused her eyes on the hot liquid in her cup.
" You don't even recognize me, do you? "
" I've never met you before, " Angel was stunned and searched in his memory for any kind of information that would tell him, who she was and where she'd seen him for the first time, but he just couldn't, there was nothing that gave him even the slightest clue.
" And I always thought that vampires would be able to sense somebody, well, " she shrugged and made a whimpering noise as her shoulders rose, she was injured there, too, " Things come different as you expect them to. "
" So who are you? " Angel really wanted to know at least her name. It bothered him that this young woman seemed to have met him before and that he didn't remember.
" Well, it's been a long time since our last meeting, Deadboy, " the vampiress let her eyes wander over the table right into his, " It's me, Xander. "
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What can I say? Sorry for my grammar, you gotta know that I'm German so... Please review, even if it's not the best you've ever read. Bloody greetings
X6193
Dis: I don't own them, but playing with them's okay, I guess. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twisted
by X6193
Angel was sitting in front of his desk, his legs crossed on top of the table itself, and was quite happy with the fact that now, he could finally read his copy of Hermann Hesse's "Der Steppenwolf", due to Cordelia, who was dating some guy named Cliff, and Gunn, who'd dragged Wesley out to watch some movie. Though being very grateful for his little family of "Angel Investigations", the vampire greeted any kind of silence around him. The last cases had caused a lot of trouble and bleeding, so it was just fair that the fighters against the evil got some time off. Of course, Angel knew that this was only the calm before the storm, but it was better than nothing.
He sighed and turned the page over. Even in Sunnydale things seemed to be quiet. Willow sent mails or phoned them every once in a while to bring them on the update. Her innocent charm, which was even reflected in her mails, always made him smile. Some part of him missed the old crew, even Xander as unbelievable as it might sound, but he really did.
A sudden inner shivering made him look up from his novel. His vampiric senses reached out and he could feel another presence in front of the hotel. A frown took place on Angel's features. He couldn't hear a heartbeat, this person was definetly a vampire but the feeling that this one caused was a familiar one, as if he'd know the vampire but wasn't able to remember. Angel got silently up and took a nearby stake as he circled the desk, where he had put his book, which was immediately forgotten. A few steps and he stood in the lobby, facing the doors to see the newcomer.
His tension left him as he could finally see the vampire. It was a young woman about twenty years old, when she'd been turned. She was still a fledgling, barely a week old like his senses told him and she looked so lost at him with her deep liquid brown eyes, which seemed to be so familiar to him. Her skin was paler than his, almost white and it made her coal black hair, that was good two feet long, slightly curled and completely wet, appear even darker. Angel remembered that it had rained an hour or so ago and it looked like this vampiress had walked, no ran like her exhausted features showed him, directly through the shower. Her baggy dark clothes were soaked with the cold water and blood, her own blood, and ripped at her legs and stomach, where she was wounded. She didn't seem to have fed lately, maybe not since her rising. The girl leant against the doorframe, searching for some hold at the iron. Her hands were shaking. Angel almost dropped the stake in his hands as he sniffed the air and her fear. Why was she so familiar? He didn't know this vampiress, did he? No, he would remember.
" Help me, " her voice teared him back to reality, she had just whispered these two words but they were enough for him to throw the wood in his hand away, she wasn't a threat, his inner voice would tell him, it always did. Angel nearly rushed to her side as she couldn't control her shaking legs any longer and collapsed. He put his arms around her.
" It'll be fine, " he told her, while caressing her back, " Nothing's gonna happen to you. "
But all that he received was her whimpering and cracking voice.
" Help me, please. I don't know, where to go, don't know, what to do. Help me. "
" Shh, it's okay. Calm own, " he laid his hand on her cheek and was shocked by the cold he felt. She had to be starving, because a regular feeding vampire took at least some warmth from the blood he drank. It took him some time, but in the end he managed to get her to her feet and then walked the young woman into his office. Angel offered her the chair in front of his desk and poured some tea into two cups. As he gave one to her, she looked up at him with her lost eyes.
" M not thirsty but thank you. " Angel shook his head, still holding the cup in front of her.
" Drink it. It'll warm you up a little, " he smiled as she took his offering with her shaking pale hands. Angel sat down in his own chair and studied her. She was beautiful, he had to admit that. Her skin had felt smooth as he'd touched one of her high cheekbones, her face wasn't too long or too round, it was just....right the way it was. These familiar eyes were almost hidden behind long dark lashes and her body, well it was covered with baggy clothes, but as he'd caressed her back and pulled her to her feet, he had felt a slim, well built body. He watched her taking a sip of tea.
" So tell me, " he leant forward, folding his arms to support his upper body on his desk, he felt her muscles tensing, " How can I help you? "
A sad smile crossed her lips as she focused her eyes on the hot liquid in her cup.
" You don't even recognize me, do you? "
" I've never met you before, " Angel was stunned and searched in his memory for any kind of information that would tell him, who she was and where she'd seen him for the first time, but he just couldn't, there was nothing that gave him even the slightest clue.
" And I always thought that vampires would be able to sense somebody, well, " she shrugged and made a whimpering noise as her shoulders rose, she was injured there, too, " Things come different as you expect them to. "
" So who are you? " Angel really wanted to know at least her name. It bothered him that this young woman seemed to have met him before and that he didn't remember.
" Well, it's been a long time since our last meeting, Deadboy, " the vampiress let her eyes wander over the table right into his, " It's me, Xander. "
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What can I say? Sorry for my grammar, you gotta know that I'm German so... Please review, even if it's not the best you've ever read. Bloody greetings
X6193