UNDECIDED FATE

NOTE: These Angel characters aren't mine but the ones that I make up are.

A/N: I'm finally able to start up a new Angel story? Isn't it like so totally radical? Yeah, I'm the only person left in the world who says that. I'm aware. This story takes place after Destiny. Enjoy!

                                                          CHAPTER 3

          Chelsea stood by the front door of her apartment the following morning, clad in light blue jeans and a lavender top with short sleeves; blue open toed shoes covered her feet. Chelsea had an impatient look on her face and a hand on her hip.

          "Come on, Ozzy," she called. "Are you ready?"

          "No. Just like I wasn't ready when you asked twenty seconds ago," Oz called back.

          "Oh, you are like so totally a girl," Chelsea groaned. "I don't take half this long to get ready."

          "Watch it or your nose will grow."

          Chelsea rolled her eyes upward in annoyance. "Just hurry up."

          Oz finally left out of the bedroom he occupied whenever he house-sat for his godparents. "Are we happy now?" he asked the teenager before him.

          "Oh, Oz, tell me you're kidding," Chelsea moaned. "You like where that outfit every day."

          He looked up and down at the jeans, plaid shirt, and sneakers he had put on. "What?" Oz didn't know what the problem was.

          "That outfit is like so Y2K," said Chelsea.

          "Well, if we have a problem here then you can so take the bus," Oz said then smirked.

          Chelsea rolled her eyes again. "Come on. They posted the results from that Explorer test we had to take in school. I'm not trying to miss that."

          "Because you beat out everybody else," Oz sighed, going past her and opening the door.

          "Correct," his godsister smirked.

          After Oz dropped Chelsea off at her high school the girl headed down the crowded hallway to where a few freshman stood, hovering over a list. Chelsea uttered, "Excuse me," a couple of times before pushing her way to the front of the crow. She looked for her name on the list. When she spotted it and saw her score next to it her face fell.

          "What?" Chelsea was in utter disbelief.

          "Wow, you did worse than me," a boy next to Chelsea said. "Way to go, Chelsea."

          Chelsea released a scoff and said, "Just… shut up." She pushed pass the rest of the kids and made her way to class before the first period bell rang.

          "And if we can name any modern day heroes we will be able to push forward for this project," Chelsea heard her history teacher say during class. "Can anyone think of one of these amazing modern day heroes?"

          Chelsea turned her head towards the window she sat next to and stared out of it. Her history class was on the third floor so she had a pretty good view of the city. New York could just be so amazing in its own way. Chelsea leaned closer towards the window to see just how far she could look out. Maybe she could spot a mall she loved. Like Chelsea actually hated any mall?

          The blonde girl suddenly gasped as she felt something inside of her, inside her head. She all of a sudden felt what seemed to be rain coming down, literally feeling it. Someone or something seemed to approach her then, right out of the darkness of the night. The person formed the face of a vampire and lunged at Chelsea.

          "Aah!" the girl shrieked.

          "Well, Ms. Brookes, you seem very eager," Ms. Kane, the history teacher, said. "Can you answer the question?"

          "Oh…" Chelsea thought for a moment. What had they been talking about? "Um, is it… Hitler?"

          "So, you're telling me that Hitler is a modern day hero?" Ms. Kane asked in disbelief. A few laughs passed from the other students and Chelsea felt her cheeks go red. "Chelsea, daydreaming during class will not help your grades the way they're going lately."

          "I'm sorry," Chelsea whispered, mostly to herself. She moaned lightly, resting her head in her hands.

          "Spike, come on," Faith said to the bleached blonde vampire. "The sun is down enough."

          "Hey, if I walk out here and suddenly feel like a roasted marshmallow—"

          "I'll be completely relieved and dance on your grave," Faith cut in, climbing out of the sports car. The sun was setting, as the sky's color was a mix of a red and burnt orange.

          "Thought I was the highlight of your life," Spike said as he followed her out of the car.

          "Come on," said Faith, leading the way into a large mall.

          "And we're here, why?" Spike asked, following her.

          "Don't know. Might be a good place for kids to hang out."

          "Oh, lucky us. We get to hang around looking for a mess of pre-pubescent hormones," said Spike sarcastically.

          Faith said, "Well, if you don't want to be here…"

          "But then I'd miss your warmth and sunshine."

          Faith rolled her eyes and turned around, glancing into a small pizza place. "I don't believe it." She suddenly headed in the direction of the restaurant.

          "What? Finally got sick of me?" Spike called after her.

          Faith stood in the doorway of the restaurant and called, "Oz?"

A/N: This is short, but do not fear. Updates are near. That sounded beyond lame, yes. Please review!