Well it's my first story. Enjoy it. Or beware. Then review it. It starts
off okay, but then I got bored.
Angel paced the floor of his home, unbelieving. Ok, he wasn't usually and 'unbeliever', he had seen a lot of strange things in the years he'd been a vampire, but this was waaaay too much for him to handle.
"Let me get this straight." He paused, watching him with his dark eyes. "You think I'm GAY?"
"Oh yes hunny. the brooding shoulders, the mysterious face. Need I go on?" The man held his hand to his chest, smiling. He was a librarian at a school. Kinda like Giles had been back in Sunnydale. Angel had met him when he went to the school to investigate one of Cordelia's visions. He had been there, smiling. They had gotten up a conversation of a rare book Angel was trying to find, a book about poetry in the early 1800's. The librarian (Andy was his name) had said to him at about 9:30pm (yes, it was a rather long conversation) had asked Angel if he wanted to leave the school, get a bite to eat, and possibly carry the conversation on at Angel's place. Angel, finding nothing wrong with this joined Andy for a piece of (rare) steak at a fancy restaurant, where a lot of 'male' diners appeared to be eating with other 'male' diners. In fact, Angel only realized Andy was gay when he tried to make a move on him!
"Actually, maybe you should. Kind of needs to be clarified don't you think?"
"So, you mean you're not gay?"
"NO!"
"Well I'll guess I'll have to kill you." And with that remark, Andy whipped out a gun and shot Angel twice in the knees, once in the chest, and once on the arm. Angel winced in pain, vamping out. He snarled at the gay man, thrusting his fist into his nose. Andy reached up, feeling his nose. "That would have hurt. If I wasn't Michael Jackson!" Andy. or should we say Michael Jackson (?), laughed, pulling of his rubber nose. Angel guessed he had had so many plastic surgery's on his nose he could peel it right of. Michael started to moon walk, grinning goofily at Angel. Angel raised an eyebrow (it looked really strange, considering he had his game face on), backing away slowly. Looking down he saw his bullet wounds, slowly disappearing. "And that." Michael said. "Is Chicago!" And then he melted because Angel's heater was on because he liked to be warm and in case one day Michael Jackson showed up and tried to kill him. Angel un-vamped, staring at the puddle that had been Michael Jackson. He could still make out one of his ears and a foot. "Oooh. I get it! Chicago. And I'm not gay, I'm too good looking!" And then he fell asleep onto his cello (even though he doesn't play the cello) which had appeared out of nowhere. And for those of you who have never experienced falling asleep on the cello, it's VERY uncomfortable.
Now Please PLEASE. review my very strange story. You know you loved it!
Angel paced the floor of his home, unbelieving. Ok, he wasn't usually and 'unbeliever', he had seen a lot of strange things in the years he'd been a vampire, but this was waaaay too much for him to handle.
"Let me get this straight." He paused, watching him with his dark eyes. "You think I'm GAY?"
"Oh yes hunny. the brooding shoulders, the mysterious face. Need I go on?" The man held his hand to his chest, smiling. He was a librarian at a school. Kinda like Giles had been back in Sunnydale. Angel had met him when he went to the school to investigate one of Cordelia's visions. He had been there, smiling. They had gotten up a conversation of a rare book Angel was trying to find, a book about poetry in the early 1800's. The librarian (Andy was his name) had said to him at about 9:30pm (yes, it was a rather long conversation) had asked Angel if he wanted to leave the school, get a bite to eat, and possibly carry the conversation on at Angel's place. Angel, finding nothing wrong with this joined Andy for a piece of (rare) steak at a fancy restaurant, where a lot of 'male' diners appeared to be eating with other 'male' diners. In fact, Angel only realized Andy was gay when he tried to make a move on him!
"Actually, maybe you should. Kind of needs to be clarified don't you think?"
"So, you mean you're not gay?"
"NO!"
"Well I'll guess I'll have to kill you." And with that remark, Andy whipped out a gun and shot Angel twice in the knees, once in the chest, and once on the arm. Angel winced in pain, vamping out. He snarled at the gay man, thrusting his fist into his nose. Andy reached up, feeling his nose. "That would have hurt. If I wasn't Michael Jackson!" Andy. or should we say Michael Jackson (?), laughed, pulling of his rubber nose. Angel guessed he had had so many plastic surgery's on his nose he could peel it right of. Michael started to moon walk, grinning goofily at Angel. Angel raised an eyebrow (it looked really strange, considering he had his game face on), backing away slowly. Looking down he saw his bullet wounds, slowly disappearing. "And that." Michael said. "Is Chicago!" And then he melted because Angel's heater was on because he liked to be warm and in case one day Michael Jackson showed up and tried to kill him. Angel un-vamped, staring at the puddle that had been Michael Jackson. He could still make out one of his ears and a foot. "Oooh. I get it! Chicago. And I'm not gay, I'm too good looking!" And then he fell asleep onto his cello (even though he doesn't play the cello) which had appeared out of nowhere. And for those of you who have never experienced falling asleep on the cello, it's VERY uncomfortable.
Now Please PLEASE. review my very strange story. You know you loved it!
