TITLE: Su Vida Temprano
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: Yes please! No serious serious flames though. You'll regret it. *gears up chainsaw*
SUMMARY: 8 years after Angel Season Four. Angel got his shanshu three years before, married Buffy and got to live a happy life up until now. But when Buffy is murdered, Angel snaps and is looking for some revenge. But what he doesn't know is that someone else is looking for revenge, too. BA, AOC
AN: Su vida temprano is spanish for your short life.
CHAPTER ONE
ANGEL.
We were so in love...
Angel woke up slowly to the first rays of sunlight that streamed in through his bedroom window. He never got sick of the feeling of sun, probably because he had to go without it for so long.
I was the luckiest guy on earth...
He looked down at the small blonde curled up peacefully against him and smiled. He bent down and kissed the top of Buffy's head. She stirred and looked up at him, now awake.
"Hi," Buffy said sleepily.
"Hey." Angel brushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from her face and looked down at his wife lovingly.
"Ugh. I don't wanna get up and go to work." Buffy moaned, slumping against Angel's bare chest.
"Neither do I. But we don't exactly have a choice now, do we?"
"Yeah, guess not. Sometimes I just don't wanna get up and go anywhere at all. I'm content just laying around all day in bed with you, you know?"
I only wish we could have spent more time together...
"That's what weekends are for," Angel replied. Buffy smiled up at him and the two gazed into each others eyes for a minute.
"I need to get up and go now." Buffy told him.
"I'm not stopping you." Angel replied defensively.
"At least it's Friday. Weekend soon." Buffy smiled, getting up out of the bed.
"Yeah." Angel replied, getting up also.
We thought we were forever. An invulnerable force bound by love...
"So, any big plans for this weekend on your end?" Buffy asked her husband, running a brush through her hair as she looked at him in the reflection of the mirror.
"Well," Angel started, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso. "I'm gonna hang out with a very beautiful, sexy young woman." He whispered softly, voice dropping an octave. He started to kiss Buffy's neck from behind her. She smiled.
"Oh, really? What's she like?" Buffy asked.
"Like I said, beautiful, amazing, strong," Angel listed her qualities in between kisses up Buffy's neck to her cheek. "I love her."
"Aww. What about lil old me?" Buffy pouted, turning to face him without breaking his hold on her.
Angel laughed softly and kissed her.
If only it could have stayed that way.
TULIA
I remember that we'd actually begun to make some progress up until El Vencer rolled into town. We'd hang out at our crib. We called it El Solo Hograr, or The Home, 'cause everyone who lived there didn't have another one. But it wasn't so bad. We all got along with each other, kickin back with our amigos, kickin demonic ass.
"Look what I got, chicos!" Roberto shouted as he and Lorenzo brought in a big box full of stuff.
"Food?" Tulia asked, getting up off Tiburon's lap, much to his dismay.
"Hell no. What me and Roberto got much better than any food out there."
"I sent yall out to get munchies for the gang and you come back with a box of crap?" Tulia asked, shoving Roberto's shoulder.
"It ain't crap. Mirelo, Tul!" Roberto defended himself, pulling out a busted old stereo. Tulia raised one dark eyebrow at the two young men.
"Like I said. I sent you both out to get comida para los chicos y traeron un radio que no funciona?" Tulia raised her voice, accidentally slipping into Spanish.
"El radio funciona." Lorenzo replied, turning it on. Loud hip hop came through the speakers as he and his friend bounced along to 50 Cent.
"Don't make me get physical on you chicos!" Tulia threatened. "Yall better take that stereo back to where you got it from and get some food or I'm gonna fully kick your asses!"
Okay, maybe we didn't always agree on everything. We were all still pretty young, what do you expect, diplomats?
Two warm hands slipped around Tulia's torso.
"Tul, calm it down. They both know you can kick their ass. And that's why they're gonna go exchange that piece of shit for some food, right?" Tul smiled as Tiburon raised his voice to the two twenty year olds.
"Aw, hell yeah. We were just playin with you, Matadora bezella." Lorenzo smiled, tugging on Tul's long, dark ponytail. Her perfectly unflawed face looked towards the door, indicating them to leave. The two nodded, and grabbed up the stereo.
Tul looked around El Hograr. A group of the younger variety, in their late teens, were sitting on torn up old mattresses that they usually slept on, playing a card game. An old salvaged TV sat on a stand, and another group was trying to watch the news, piled on top of each other casually. There were a pair of couches in the corner of the abandoned warehouse, where Tul and Tiburon were hanging out. Various mattresses, sleeping bags, pillows and blankets were pushed against the walls when they weren't being used, which was usually at night to the late morning, depending on when peoples' shifts were that night.
El Hograr was the only place kids like me and Tiburon used to be could survive thanks to the Legion and the government.
The one price for staying at El Hograr, sleeping there and getting fed was battling. They used to lose people a lot, but then Tiburon suggested they stop admitting everyone off the LA streets and start admitting only those who could fight when and where they needed them. People were sent out to get food from shelters usually, but then the shelters got shut down by Mayor Gunn, and they had to buy or steal food. Mayor Gunn who was rumored to have fought the great fight himself, till he worked for a vampire at the evil law firm of Wolfram and Hart, and got a bunch of law junk in his head and a bunch of cash in his pocket and forgot about everyone on the streets. That happened three years ago. Supposedly the vamp who corrupted him got unvamped and was now livin large with the Slayer who started the whole Legion by bringing forth the power of the Slayer to all potentials. To keep them all on tabs, the Slayers had to join the Legion. Tul was the only one who refused to. And Tul was the only one who was the one next in line if that blonde Slayer hadn't gone and fucked it all up by subjecting them all to their torture and eventual demise.
Who am I kidding? The world was fucked. Then and now. And all because a few stupid fuckers thought they could save it and wound up making it worse for everyone else while they got rewarded with a happy marriage, kids and a free ride to heaven. If there is such a place.
They deserved each other, then. A Slayer who dragged down hundreds and an ex-vamp who fucked up the world.
She sighed at the feeling of Tiburon's warm mouth that currently started kissing her neck. She smiled as he whispered the three words she always loved to hear escape his lips.
"I love you." Tul closed her eyes and let everything but her and her man slip away.
But that was before. Before the socalled accident. If we hadn't just staked El Vencer before he got to the Legion and let slip where our cover was, forcing us to make an aggressive attack on their headquarters, I might not have been the be the only one of us left...
AN: Review for me is a cattle prod: the more u poke me w/ it, the faster i write. i know this was a boring prelude thingy but the next chapter, already in the works, entitled: "La Batalla Entra Matadoras" will be full of action and angsty memories. :-D
RATING: R
FEEDBACK: Yes please! No serious serious flames though. You'll regret it. *gears up chainsaw*
SUMMARY: 8 years after Angel Season Four. Angel got his shanshu three years before, married Buffy and got to live a happy life up until now. But when Buffy is murdered, Angel snaps and is looking for some revenge. But what he doesn't know is that someone else is looking for revenge, too. BA, AOC
AN: Su vida temprano is spanish for your short life.
CHAPTER ONE
ANGEL.
We were so in love...
Angel woke up slowly to the first rays of sunlight that streamed in through his bedroom window. He never got sick of the feeling of sun, probably because he had to go without it for so long.
I was the luckiest guy on earth...
He looked down at the small blonde curled up peacefully against him and smiled. He bent down and kissed the top of Buffy's head. She stirred and looked up at him, now awake.
"Hi," Buffy said sleepily.
"Hey." Angel brushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from her face and looked down at his wife lovingly.
"Ugh. I don't wanna get up and go to work." Buffy moaned, slumping against Angel's bare chest.
"Neither do I. But we don't exactly have a choice now, do we?"
"Yeah, guess not. Sometimes I just don't wanna get up and go anywhere at all. I'm content just laying around all day in bed with you, you know?"
I only wish we could have spent more time together...
"That's what weekends are for," Angel replied. Buffy smiled up at him and the two gazed into each others eyes for a minute.
"I need to get up and go now." Buffy told him.
"I'm not stopping you." Angel replied defensively.
"At least it's Friday. Weekend soon." Buffy smiled, getting up out of the bed.
"Yeah." Angel replied, getting up also.
We thought we were forever. An invulnerable force bound by love...
"So, any big plans for this weekend on your end?" Buffy asked her husband, running a brush through her hair as she looked at him in the reflection of the mirror.
"Well," Angel started, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso. "I'm gonna hang out with a very beautiful, sexy young woman." He whispered softly, voice dropping an octave. He started to kiss Buffy's neck from behind her. She smiled.
"Oh, really? What's she like?" Buffy asked.
"Like I said, beautiful, amazing, strong," Angel listed her qualities in between kisses up Buffy's neck to her cheek. "I love her."
"Aww. What about lil old me?" Buffy pouted, turning to face him without breaking his hold on her.
Angel laughed softly and kissed her.
If only it could have stayed that way.
TULIA
I remember that we'd actually begun to make some progress up until El Vencer rolled into town. We'd hang out at our crib. We called it El Solo Hograr, or The Home, 'cause everyone who lived there didn't have another one. But it wasn't so bad. We all got along with each other, kickin back with our amigos, kickin demonic ass.
"Look what I got, chicos!" Roberto shouted as he and Lorenzo brought in a big box full of stuff.
"Food?" Tulia asked, getting up off Tiburon's lap, much to his dismay.
"Hell no. What me and Roberto got much better than any food out there."
"I sent yall out to get munchies for the gang and you come back with a box of crap?" Tulia asked, shoving Roberto's shoulder.
"It ain't crap. Mirelo, Tul!" Roberto defended himself, pulling out a busted old stereo. Tulia raised one dark eyebrow at the two young men.
"Like I said. I sent you both out to get comida para los chicos y traeron un radio que no funciona?" Tulia raised her voice, accidentally slipping into Spanish.
"El radio funciona." Lorenzo replied, turning it on. Loud hip hop came through the speakers as he and his friend bounced along to 50 Cent.
"Don't make me get physical on you chicos!" Tulia threatened. "Yall better take that stereo back to where you got it from and get some food or I'm gonna fully kick your asses!"
Okay, maybe we didn't always agree on everything. We were all still pretty young, what do you expect, diplomats?
Two warm hands slipped around Tulia's torso.
"Tul, calm it down. They both know you can kick their ass. And that's why they're gonna go exchange that piece of shit for some food, right?" Tul smiled as Tiburon raised his voice to the two twenty year olds.
"Aw, hell yeah. We were just playin with you, Matadora bezella." Lorenzo smiled, tugging on Tul's long, dark ponytail. Her perfectly unflawed face looked towards the door, indicating them to leave. The two nodded, and grabbed up the stereo.
Tul looked around El Hograr. A group of the younger variety, in their late teens, were sitting on torn up old mattresses that they usually slept on, playing a card game. An old salvaged TV sat on a stand, and another group was trying to watch the news, piled on top of each other casually. There were a pair of couches in the corner of the abandoned warehouse, where Tul and Tiburon were hanging out. Various mattresses, sleeping bags, pillows and blankets were pushed against the walls when they weren't being used, which was usually at night to the late morning, depending on when peoples' shifts were that night.
El Hograr was the only place kids like me and Tiburon used to be could survive thanks to the Legion and the government.
The one price for staying at El Hograr, sleeping there and getting fed was battling. They used to lose people a lot, but then Tiburon suggested they stop admitting everyone off the LA streets and start admitting only those who could fight when and where they needed them. People were sent out to get food from shelters usually, but then the shelters got shut down by Mayor Gunn, and they had to buy or steal food. Mayor Gunn who was rumored to have fought the great fight himself, till he worked for a vampire at the evil law firm of Wolfram and Hart, and got a bunch of law junk in his head and a bunch of cash in his pocket and forgot about everyone on the streets. That happened three years ago. Supposedly the vamp who corrupted him got unvamped and was now livin large with the Slayer who started the whole Legion by bringing forth the power of the Slayer to all potentials. To keep them all on tabs, the Slayers had to join the Legion. Tul was the only one who refused to. And Tul was the only one who was the one next in line if that blonde Slayer hadn't gone and fucked it all up by subjecting them all to their torture and eventual demise.
Who am I kidding? The world was fucked. Then and now. And all because a few stupid fuckers thought they could save it and wound up making it worse for everyone else while they got rewarded with a happy marriage, kids and a free ride to heaven. If there is such a place.
They deserved each other, then. A Slayer who dragged down hundreds and an ex-vamp who fucked up the world.
She sighed at the feeling of Tiburon's warm mouth that currently started kissing her neck. She smiled as he whispered the three words she always loved to hear escape his lips.
"I love you." Tul closed her eyes and let everything but her and her man slip away.
But that was before. Before the socalled accident. If we hadn't just staked El Vencer before he got to the Legion and let slip where our cover was, forcing us to make an aggressive attack on their headquarters, I might not have been the be the only one of us left...
AN: Review for me is a cattle prod: the more u poke me w/ it, the faster i write. i know this was a boring prelude thingy but the next chapter, already in the works, entitled: "La Batalla Entra Matadoras" will be full of action and angsty memories. :-D