Presence
Caytlyn 88
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the ANGEL characters... um, yeah. If I
did, d'ya think I'd be living in the middle of nowhere? Uh, NO. So, do
the math, and notice that they are not mine. I'm just inviting them out to
play.
NOTICE- Yes, I have an OC. Hopefully not a Mary Sue. No pairings as of yet, but who knows? Maybe. This takes place somewhere in season one, after 'Lonely Hearts', but before 'Hero', so there is Doyle here. First chapter written a long time ago. The OC is based on myself, to an extent, and named after me, b/c I am not that creative.
Presence, chapter one
PROLOGUE
In the dark, the girl runs. She stumbles, and looks over her shoulder at the shadows. She rises to her feet again, and stands still a moment. As she watches the shadows, they move. No fear is evident on the girl's face, yet if you knew her well enough, the blue of her eyes would tell you all you needed to know, and more. The girl finally looks away, and begins running again. She doesn;t look back, though she should.
The shadow she'd been watching moves. Two pinpricks of light become visible, and the demon hiding there wonders why such a fuss about a mere girl. His tribe of demons had sent him to spy on her, follow her. He'd not been told why; he watched her commence running. She shouldn't have been able to see him in the shadows, in the dark. The demon had been following her for the past week, and she usually stopped at this time of night. Tonight, though, she kept running, harder than earlier. It was almoist as if she had sensed him...
The girl contines to run. She felt as if someone had been watching her, and it wasn't the first time. She resisted the urge to turn back, and ran harder, with legs made stronger by two weeks of running every day, and lungs with better endurance from years of breathing patterns. She runs from her past, and is tired, yet pushes onward.
I usually went to bed around this time at night, I mused to myself. I kept running, though, careful to avoid the shadows. It felt like they were watching me, had been for a while.
I ran from my past, from my life. The first part of my life had ended with a bang, and fireworks. Literally. It was behind me now, and I was determined to keep it that way. I was going to keep away from people. I didn't need anyone, and they'd be better off away from me; especially after what happened before.
*******
Angel was sitting on the couch in the offices of Angel Investigations. He was supporting Doyle, who was in the throes of a vision. Cordelia knelt by his side, holding a glass of water and Tylenol. Doyle thrashed a final time, and surfaced from his vision.
"There's a girl downtown. She's gonna be killed by a cult of demons and two of their worshippers." Doyle's green eyes looked worried. "I can't tell what kind of demons they are." Angel moved to grab some weapons.
"Wait! It doesn't happen until tomorrow, Angel."
"Can you tell me where, and what they look like? Why would they want a girl?" Angel mused partly to Doyle, and partly to himself.
"In my vision, there's somethin' else. I don't know what, though. Somethn' about the girl." Doyle massaged his temples, and swallowed half the glass of water with three pills. "Something important."
Angel sighed, knowing that night was going to be filled with research. Oh, joy.
The next day, Angel and Doyle were in an alley, in an abandoned part of LA. Doyle was reasonablysure this was the right alley. Angel was hoping that Doyle was right. Angel, Doyle, and Cordelia had been up all night, researching on bits of what Doyle had seen. Predictably, they had come up with nothing.
While Angel was lost in his own thoughts, Doyle was hoping that he had been correct, and this was the alley. The two of them had been here for a little more than three hours, after the sun had set. Doyle sighed, and played the vision over in his mind, in case he'd missed anything.
There came the girl, running down tha alley. It was dark out, and she glanced over her shoulder in fear; behind her were half a dozen demons, and two of their worshippers. The girl halted and looked over her her shoulder again, breathing hard. Doyle caught a glimpse of her dark green eyes, which looked remarkably like his own. She ran out into the street, and was cornered against a building...
That was all Doyle had seen. It was as if his vision had been cut off. Then, while he was reviewing the first vision, another struck him. It picked up where the first one had cut off: The girl was up against the wall, demons on one side, and a stack of wooden crates on the other. One of the demons approached her, as the others started cheering. He reached a hand out to touch her face. All of a sudden, the girl spun, and grabbed a slat off the crate. She whipped it at the demon and- the vision ended, and Doyle slowly watched his surroundings come back into focus. Angel was supporting him, so he wouldn`t fall to the glass-littered ground.
"What did you see?" Angel asked. "Did you see that girl again?"
"Yeah, we're in the right place. It's gonna happen soon. In a few minutes." Angel asked, "Which way are they going to come?" Doyle pointed, and said, demonstrating, "And they will go that way. We have to stay here until she plays out my vision. Otherwise, she won't trust us."
"Is this the missing link from your first vision?" Doyle nodded.
"Yeah, and shh! Here they come." Angel, still half-supporting Doyle, dragged him deeper into the shadows. Together, they watched the girl come running down the alley. She had a duffel bag bouncing against her side, slowing her down only slightly. She didn't see Angel and Doyle watching from the shadows, as she ran past.
After she hit the street, the demons and their followers followed, and were moving faster than she had been. After they had vanished, Angel and Doyle moved after them, still hiding. Angel hadn't brought any weapons, which they now realized was a mistake.
They watched as the demons cornered the girl against a building, like in Doyle's vision. As the lead demon was about to lay a hand on her, she suddenly whirled around, and grabbed a slat off some crates behind her. She slammed it into the lead demon's face, almost faster than the human eye.
Doyle was watching the scene before him, waiting for the right moment, replaying the last bit of his vision. Then, he heard something he hadn't heard before: I may die, but they killed my brother! They can't get away without SOME pain for what they did to me. It was the girl's voice, in his mind. It was from right now, not his vision- how was that possible?
Angel and Doyle watched as the demon she had hit recovered, and dove at the girl angrily. The two finally ran out of the shadows, and Angel charged. Suddenly, the half circle of demons flew back away from the girl as they converged on her. They flew across the street, and Angel began to fight the demons that had recovered, as Doyle went to the girl.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The girl asked frantically. "You need to leave, NOW! Before I hurt you!"
"How are you going to hurt me? Besides, we're here ta help ya," Doyle said. "We were passin' by, and heard you screaming." He thought wryly, I can't exactly tell her I had a vision of her, now can I?
"Oh, you had a vision about me?" She asked, calming a bit. Then, she freaked again, "Oh, no! I am SO sorry!" And with that, she bolted.
Doyle was still recovering from the shock of what had happened, as he watched her run. The girl was a psychic! That's why his vision had been cut off; it could have changed, and they would have figured out she was a psychic by this time otherwise. It also explained the demons flying, and her voice in his head.
Meanwhile, Angel had been fighting the demons all alone. There were two of the six unconscious, which meant four were still mobile. The human followers had followed the psychic, and were almost out of sight. Torn between following the girl to find out about her, and helping his friend, he sighed. Doyle then dove into the fight to help Angel out.
AN2. So, I hope you liked this. More will come, and this may be pretty long. I myself am not sure yet. Between school and hobs, updating may be slow... lemme know. R&R, for more. Let me know if this is worth writing, and if anyone read this. ~Cayt~
NOTICE- Yes, I have an OC. Hopefully not a Mary Sue. No pairings as of yet, but who knows? Maybe. This takes place somewhere in season one, after 'Lonely Hearts', but before 'Hero', so there is Doyle here. First chapter written a long time ago. The OC is based on myself, to an extent, and named after me, b/c I am not that creative.
Presence, chapter one
PROLOGUE
In the dark, the girl runs. She stumbles, and looks over her shoulder at the shadows. She rises to her feet again, and stands still a moment. As she watches the shadows, they move. No fear is evident on the girl's face, yet if you knew her well enough, the blue of her eyes would tell you all you needed to know, and more. The girl finally looks away, and begins running again. She doesn;t look back, though she should.
The shadow she'd been watching moves. Two pinpricks of light become visible, and the demon hiding there wonders why such a fuss about a mere girl. His tribe of demons had sent him to spy on her, follow her. He'd not been told why; he watched her commence running. She shouldn't have been able to see him in the shadows, in the dark. The demon had been following her for the past week, and she usually stopped at this time of night. Tonight, though, she kept running, harder than earlier. It was almoist as if she had sensed him...
The girl contines to run. She felt as if someone had been watching her, and it wasn't the first time. She resisted the urge to turn back, and ran harder, with legs made stronger by two weeks of running every day, and lungs with better endurance from years of breathing patterns. She runs from her past, and is tired, yet pushes onward.
I usually went to bed around this time at night, I mused to myself. I kept running, though, careful to avoid the shadows. It felt like they were watching me, had been for a while.
I ran from my past, from my life. The first part of my life had ended with a bang, and fireworks. Literally. It was behind me now, and I was determined to keep it that way. I was going to keep away from people. I didn't need anyone, and they'd be better off away from me; especially after what happened before.
*******
Angel was sitting on the couch in the offices of Angel Investigations. He was supporting Doyle, who was in the throes of a vision. Cordelia knelt by his side, holding a glass of water and Tylenol. Doyle thrashed a final time, and surfaced from his vision.
"There's a girl downtown. She's gonna be killed by a cult of demons and two of their worshippers." Doyle's green eyes looked worried. "I can't tell what kind of demons they are." Angel moved to grab some weapons.
"Wait! It doesn't happen until tomorrow, Angel."
"Can you tell me where, and what they look like? Why would they want a girl?" Angel mused partly to Doyle, and partly to himself.
"In my vision, there's somethin' else. I don't know what, though. Somethn' about the girl." Doyle massaged his temples, and swallowed half the glass of water with three pills. "Something important."
Angel sighed, knowing that night was going to be filled with research. Oh, joy.
The next day, Angel and Doyle were in an alley, in an abandoned part of LA. Doyle was reasonablysure this was the right alley. Angel was hoping that Doyle was right. Angel, Doyle, and Cordelia had been up all night, researching on bits of what Doyle had seen. Predictably, they had come up with nothing.
While Angel was lost in his own thoughts, Doyle was hoping that he had been correct, and this was the alley. The two of them had been here for a little more than three hours, after the sun had set. Doyle sighed, and played the vision over in his mind, in case he'd missed anything.
There came the girl, running down tha alley. It was dark out, and she glanced over her shoulder in fear; behind her were half a dozen demons, and two of their worshippers. The girl halted and looked over her her shoulder again, breathing hard. Doyle caught a glimpse of her dark green eyes, which looked remarkably like his own. She ran out into the street, and was cornered against a building...
That was all Doyle had seen. It was as if his vision had been cut off. Then, while he was reviewing the first vision, another struck him. It picked up where the first one had cut off: The girl was up against the wall, demons on one side, and a stack of wooden crates on the other. One of the demons approached her, as the others started cheering. He reached a hand out to touch her face. All of a sudden, the girl spun, and grabbed a slat off the crate. She whipped it at the demon and- the vision ended, and Doyle slowly watched his surroundings come back into focus. Angel was supporting him, so he wouldn`t fall to the glass-littered ground.
"What did you see?" Angel asked. "Did you see that girl again?"
"Yeah, we're in the right place. It's gonna happen soon. In a few minutes." Angel asked, "Which way are they going to come?" Doyle pointed, and said, demonstrating, "And they will go that way. We have to stay here until she plays out my vision. Otherwise, she won't trust us."
"Is this the missing link from your first vision?" Doyle nodded.
"Yeah, and shh! Here they come." Angel, still half-supporting Doyle, dragged him deeper into the shadows. Together, they watched the girl come running down the alley. She had a duffel bag bouncing against her side, slowing her down only slightly. She didn't see Angel and Doyle watching from the shadows, as she ran past.
After she hit the street, the demons and their followers followed, and were moving faster than she had been. After they had vanished, Angel and Doyle moved after them, still hiding. Angel hadn't brought any weapons, which they now realized was a mistake.
They watched as the demons cornered the girl against a building, like in Doyle's vision. As the lead demon was about to lay a hand on her, she suddenly whirled around, and grabbed a slat off some crates behind her. She slammed it into the lead demon's face, almost faster than the human eye.
Doyle was watching the scene before him, waiting for the right moment, replaying the last bit of his vision. Then, he heard something he hadn't heard before: I may die, but they killed my brother! They can't get away without SOME pain for what they did to me. It was the girl's voice, in his mind. It was from right now, not his vision- how was that possible?
Angel and Doyle watched as the demon she had hit recovered, and dove at the girl angrily. The two finally ran out of the shadows, and Angel charged. Suddenly, the half circle of demons flew back away from the girl as they converged on her. They flew across the street, and Angel began to fight the demons that had recovered, as Doyle went to the girl.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The girl asked frantically. "You need to leave, NOW! Before I hurt you!"
"How are you going to hurt me? Besides, we're here ta help ya," Doyle said. "We were passin' by, and heard you screaming." He thought wryly, I can't exactly tell her I had a vision of her, now can I?
"Oh, you had a vision about me?" She asked, calming a bit. Then, she freaked again, "Oh, no! I am SO sorry!" And with that, she bolted.
Doyle was still recovering from the shock of what had happened, as he watched her run. The girl was a psychic! That's why his vision had been cut off; it could have changed, and they would have figured out she was a psychic by this time otherwise. It also explained the demons flying, and her voice in his head.
Meanwhile, Angel had been fighting the demons all alone. There were two of the six unconscious, which meant four were still mobile. The human followers had followed the psychic, and were almost out of sight. Torn between following the girl to find out about her, and helping his friend, he sighed. Doyle then dove into the fight to help Angel out.
AN2. So, I hope you liked this. More will come, and this may be pretty long. I myself am not sure yet. Between school and hobs, updating may be slow... lemme know. R&R, for more. Let me know if this is worth writing, and if anyone read this. ~Cayt~