Caytlyn 88
Disclaimer- Hey, I just won the lottery! I- wait, no, I STILL don't own
the characters. except Cate, that is. Aww, wait, the lottery was fake too?
Why me? Everything is so. (sad face. Then, face screwed up in
concentration. "What's the word I am looking for?") Ah, well. Darn taxes
would have taken most the money anyway.
AN- It's first person POV, Cate's again. I'll work on more POV switches here. Sorry for the wait, but I had mucho tarea (much homework, for the Spanish-ly challenged.) As before read and review, please! I need reviews!
Angel led me downstairs, to his apartment. "You can stay here a while. Until you want to leave." He said, leading me to his living room. "You okay?" I wasn't speaking; I just followed, nodding my head to what he was saying. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said almost inaudibly. "I lost the only person I ever cared about, and I'm cursed, why wouldn't I be fine?" I muttered to myself. Angel overheard, but didn't comment on it. To him, I said, "So, when do you start helping me with my cur- I mean abilities?" Angel told me, "You aren't cursed. You were chosen to have these powers. And we can start whenever you want." "Let's start some now. if that's okay with you?" I said hesitantly. He nodded, and sat down on the sofa, motioning for me to join him. I sat gingerly on the edge of the couch. "First, you need to learn to meditate, to clear your mind of all distractions." He told me. I closed my eyes, and cleared my mind, as I had so often done when my parents were angry. I started my breathing pattern, one for clearing my mind of all thoughts, and pushing away all sounds and pain. I could sense, in a way I couldn't explain, that Angel was looking at me oddly. I opened my eyes, and explained to Angel, "I already knew how to meditate. I learned so I could concentrate better." A slight lie, but he probably wouldn't believe the real reason. No adults ever believed me. "Well. let's start with focus. Concentrate on that glass of water, and bring it here." He said, pointing. I focused on it, and imagined it moving, expecting it to be as easy as that. In the days to come, I'd learn how wrong I was, as the glass only moved an inch, then tipped over. I watched the water run down the side of the table, and sighed. *I hope this isn't an omen of things to come.* I thought dejectedly. Angel glanced over, and said, "Don't be such a pessimist." "You heard me? How?" I asked frantically. "You're apparently telepathic, too. Doyle's heard you before." "I- huh? No, I can't be! Okay, being able to move stuff without touching them is more than enough. Hearing people's thoughts, that's a little too much. Being able to talk to people in my mind is just- " I sat down abruptly. "Screw this. Why me? I mean, I couldn't be normal, NO. It's just too much to ask for, huh? Damnit." I sighed, shoving a stray piece of hair out of my face. "This was given to you for a reason, Cate." Angel said. Suddenly, a book flew off a shelf, coming to Angel, pausing in front of his face. He took it, and put it on the now wet table. The book promptly hovered in front of Angel, flipping pages madly. "Cate, stop. Control it." He looked over, and I was sitting there, eyes closed. He reached over, tapped my hand, and my eyes shot open. I saw the book, and said, "Down?" Hoping it would be as simple as that. It wasn't. I focused, and said, "Stop." The book shuddered, and fell on Angel's lap. "I win." I said firmly. Angel looked at me, and said, "You learn fast. Try to make it go back to the shelf." I quickly focused, and with a dismissive wave, sent it to the shelf. "Good job. Do you want to keep working?" I nodded. The faster I learned this, the faster I could leave it alone. Doyle came down the stairs a while later, and found me and Angel, still working. Angel would tell me something, and I was to direct it to where he told me to put it. I stopped when I saw him, and Angel, following my gaze, called out, "Doyle, she's learning. Fast. Come here." The man, Doyle, came down, and went over to Angel. When he passed by me, he staggered, and fell, holding his head. I backed away, and Angel rushed to his side. I went to a corner, "I didn't do it. I'm sorry. I always hurt everyone." After a few moments, Angel helped Doyle to a couch. I came over slowly. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "It was a vision," Angel started to explain, and it all clicked into place for me: how they'd found me in the first place, and how they knew I needed help. Angel was about to continue talking, but Doyle interrupted, "Angel, you need to go now." He gave an address, and said, "Sorry. I don't think I can come this time." Angel nodded; "That's okay, Doyle. Try to feel better. Cate, Doyle's gonna stay here with you, okay?" I nodded. Angel left, and I went over to Doyle. "So, you have visions?" "Yeah, a real pain in the neck, if you ask me." He replied, his Irish accent showing through. "They were given to me by the Powers That Be. My atonement and all." I nodded. "How do you stand them if they hurt that bad?" "I have no idea." "So, where does Angel keep the Tylenol? You look like you could use some," I said shyly. I still wasn't all that confident around people, and when I was nervous, I either tended to tense up, and be silent, or ramble and talk too much. Looked like today I was dealing with the latter. "In the kitchen, second cabinet to the right of the fridge." I went into the kitchen, and found the medicine and a glass of water. I brought them to Doyle, then backed away. "You didn't do it, you know." "Huh?" He said quietly, "You didn't make the vision happen. Why do you think you did?" "Angel said I was telepathic. If I am, doesn't that mean I could reach in someone's mind and hurt them? And I hurt people a lot." I said. "I thought I had hurt you." "No," Doyle said. "It wasn't you." At that moment, a demon burst into the apartment. Don't they always? I fell back, on the couch next to Doyle. I was scared, after all, demons were still new to me, but I didn't scream. I hid my emotions, as I'd been taught. Doyle rose, however unsteadily, and moved in front of me. *What is he doing?* I yelled, thinking to myself. Then, I heard a reply; *Protectin' you. I help the helpless, part of the job.* "You heard that?" He nodded, just as the demon lunged at him. The demon was about six feet tall, and yelled, "Guardian!" as it attacked. Doyle was thrust aside, and fell to the floor. The demon approached me, and I backed off the couch, into a corner. It followed me, and said gratingly, "Come. You are needed." I shook my head vehemently. "No. I'm not needed." "Fine, be that way." The demon said something incomprehensible, in a gravelly voice. At that instant, Doyle grabbed a sword, coming over to the demon. There was a flash of light, and everything disappeared. I blinked away the blindness, found myself on a street, and bolted upright. Had I just dreamed all this? I sat up, and thought that there was something missing. I realized, there was none of the noise I had become accustomed to hearing in LA. It was silent, and as I looked, there were no cars, no people, no- well, no life. I heard footsteps, looked over, and saw Doyle running over to me. "Where are we?" I asked. "There aren't any people or anything here. Just demons; we aren't in our dimension anymore." Doyle answered.
AN- It's first person POV, Cate's again. I'll work on more POV switches here. Sorry for the wait, but I had mucho tarea (much homework, for the Spanish-ly challenged.) As before read and review, please! I need reviews!
Angel led me downstairs, to his apartment. "You can stay here a while. Until you want to leave." He said, leading me to his living room. "You okay?" I wasn't speaking; I just followed, nodding my head to what he was saying. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said almost inaudibly. "I lost the only person I ever cared about, and I'm cursed, why wouldn't I be fine?" I muttered to myself. Angel overheard, but didn't comment on it. To him, I said, "So, when do you start helping me with my cur- I mean abilities?" Angel told me, "You aren't cursed. You were chosen to have these powers. And we can start whenever you want." "Let's start some now. if that's okay with you?" I said hesitantly. He nodded, and sat down on the sofa, motioning for me to join him. I sat gingerly on the edge of the couch. "First, you need to learn to meditate, to clear your mind of all distractions." He told me. I closed my eyes, and cleared my mind, as I had so often done when my parents were angry. I started my breathing pattern, one for clearing my mind of all thoughts, and pushing away all sounds and pain. I could sense, in a way I couldn't explain, that Angel was looking at me oddly. I opened my eyes, and explained to Angel, "I already knew how to meditate. I learned so I could concentrate better." A slight lie, but he probably wouldn't believe the real reason. No adults ever believed me. "Well. let's start with focus. Concentrate on that glass of water, and bring it here." He said, pointing. I focused on it, and imagined it moving, expecting it to be as easy as that. In the days to come, I'd learn how wrong I was, as the glass only moved an inch, then tipped over. I watched the water run down the side of the table, and sighed. *I hope this isn't an omen of things to come.* I thought dejectedly. Angel glanced over, and said, "Don't be such a pessimist." "You heard me? How?" I asked frantically. "You're apparently telepathic, too. Doyle's heard you before." "I- huh? No, I can't be! Okay, being able to move stuff without touching them is more than enough. Hearing people's thoughts, that's a little too much. Being able to talk to people in my mind is just- " I sat down abruptly. "Screw this. Why me? I mean, I couldn't be normal, NO. It's just too much to ask for, huh? Damnit." I sighed, shoving a stray piece of hair out of my face. "This was given to you for a reason, Cate." Angel said. Suddenly, a book flew off a shelf, coming to Angel, pausing in front of his face. He took it, and put it on the now wet table. The book promptly hovered in front of Angel, flipping pages madly. "Cate, stop. Control it." He looked over, and I was sitting there, eyes closed. He reached over, tapped my hand, and my eyes shot open. I saw the book, and said, "Down?" Hoping it would be as simple as that. It wasn't. I focused, and said, "Stop." The book shuddered, and fell on Angel's lap. "I win." I said firmly. Angel looked at me, and said, "You learn fast. Try to make it go back to the shelf." I quickly focused, and with a dismissive wave, sent it to the shelf. "Good job. Do you want to keep working?" I nodded. The faster I learned this, the faster I could leave it alone. Doyle came down the stairs a while later, and found me and Angel, still working. Angel would tell me something, and I was to direct it to where he told me to put it. I stopped when I saw him, and Angel, following my gaze, called out, "Doyle, she's learning. Fast. Come here." The man, Doyle, came down, and went over to Angel. When he passed by me, he staggered, and fell, holding his head. I backed away, and Angel rushed to his side. I went to a corner, "I didn't do it. I'm sorry. I always hurt everyone." After a few moments, Angel helped Doyle to a couch. I came over slowly. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "It was a vision," Angel started to explain, and it all clicked into place for me: how they'd found me in the first place, and how they knew I needed help. Angel was about to continue talking, but Doyle interrupted, "Angel, you need to go now." He gave an address, and said, "Sorry. I don't think I can come this time." Angel nodded; "That's okay, Doyle. Try to feel better. Cate, Doyle's gonna stay here with you, okay?" I nodded. Angel left, and I went over to Doyle. "So, you have visions?" "Yeah, a real pain in the neck, if you ask me." He replied, his Irish accent showing through. "They were given to me by the Powers That Be. My atonement and all." I nodded. "How do you stand them if they hurt that bad?" "I have no idea." "So, where does Angel keep the Tylenol? You look like you could use some," I said shyly. I still wasn't all that confident around people, and when I was nervous, I either tended to tense up, and be silent, or ramble and talk too much. Looked like today I was dealing with the latter. "In the kitchen, second cabinet to the right of the fridge." I went into the kitchen, and found the medicine and a glass of water. I brought them to Doyle, then backed away. "You didn't do it, you know." "Huh?" He said quietly, "You didn't make the vision happen. Why do you think you did?" "Angel said I was telepathic. If I am, doesn't that mean I could reach in someone's mind and hurt them? And I hurt people a lot." I said. "I thought I had hurt you." "No," Doyle said. "It wasn't you." At that moment, a demon burst into the apartment. Don't they always? I fell back, on the couch next to Doyle. I was scared, after all, demons were still new to me, but I didn't scream. I hid my emotions, as I'd been taught. Doyle rose, however unsteadily, and moved in front of me. *What is he doing?* I yelled, thinking to myself. Then, I heard a reply; *Protectin' you. I help the helpless, part of the job.* "You heard that?" He nodded, just as the demon lunged at him. The demon was about six feet tall, and yelled, "Guardian!" as it attacked. Doyle was thrust aside, and fell to the floor. The demon approached me, and I backed off the couch, into a corner. It followed me, and said gratingly, "Come. You are needed." I shook my head vehemently. "No. I'm not needed." "Fine, be that way." The demon said something incomprehensible, in a gravelly voice. At that instant, Doyle grabbed a sword, coming over to the demon. There was a flash of light, and everything disappeared. I blinked away the blindness, found myself on a street, and bolted upright. Had I just dreamed all this? I sat up, and thought that there was something missing. I realized, there was none of the noise I had become accustomed to hearing in LA. It was silent, and as I looked, there were no cars, no people, no- well, no life. I heard footsteps, looked over, and saw Doyle running over to me. "Where are we?" I asked. "There aren't any people or anything here. Just demons; we aren't in our dimension anymore." Doyle answered.