Angel Fan Fiction – Deletion
Chapter One
By: Nate Juster
Disclaimer – Angel was created by Joss, and I take no credit for the show any everything like that. You know, the usual disclaimer
"Come on, baby, live!" grunted Dextus, the Brachen intern. He fiddled with one of the many needle-like protrusions on his head, while patting the computer with his foot.
"Umm… Ms. Harmony?" Dextus stammered.
"What's up? And don't call me 'Ms.' It makes me feel old." The young vampire smiled.
"Could you please have the technology department get a new computer? I can't work with this."
"Technology department? What technology department? Angel downsized it a week ago. You know how 'tech-savvy' he is." Harmony giggled sarcasticly.
"I noticed," mumbled the demon. "This computer is almost as old as me."
"I'll get Fred. Maybe she can help out." said Harmony, who left the room. Dextus put his feet up on the desk. Suddenly, the screen flicked to life.
"Harmony! Cancel that. I fixed it!" Dextus shouted.
Suddenly, the computer screen turned a bright red. Dextus's eyes widened, and he got off his desk. Nothing he could do would get him back to the desktop. He tried pressing buttons, turning off the computer, even unplugging it. He groaned. It was probably broken. That's when the computer flashed to an image of a large, burning circle. Dextus felt as though he had lost control of his body. He passed out upon the keyboard.
Gunn sped along the highway in a red convertible. He checked the address Fred gave him. He exited the highway, and drove through a small suburban neighborhood. He pulled into a cul-de-sac. It seemed normal, except for the fact that one house was surrounded by police tape. The garage door had been torn open, revealing a computer lab that would be rivaled by any full size research lab. Gunn made a low whistle.
He stepped out of his car, and shut the door. He was immediately stopped by an FBI officer.
"I'll need to see some clearance. If not, I'd suggest you get out of here, now. Gunn's mind reeled, as he thought of some way to use his lawyerly smarts to get out of this. He found none. Instead, his street instinct prevailed. He picked the pocket of a nearby officer, covered up the portrait, and gave a quick badge flash. The officer nodded, and stepped aside.
The room was littered with papers. The computer screens were all turned a deep blue, and there were bags of evidence covering tables. Gunn heard some whispering from inside the house. He pushed the door at the end of the room open.
The room was dark. Almost pitch black. Gunn thought he heard something. He slowly ascended some stairs to the main level. All the windows of the house had been boarded.
"You shouldn't be back here." a voice echoed. Gunn heard the unmistakenable sound of a cracking bones as a vampire adjusted his or her face in preparation for battle. Before he could respond, one of the leeches leapt upon him, fangs bared. Gunn kicked him off, and punched the wall, tearing out a piece of wood. The other vampire kicked him in the back of the head, and sent him reeling into a wall. Gunn waited until the vamps were right up to him, and then charged at one. The vampire was so surprised by his suddenly mounted offense that he had not time to defend himself. Gunn quickly dusted him, and turned to his comrade.
"I know you. You and your crew dusted my brother. You're with that Angel," the vampire spat.
"You don't know what you are dealing with." Gunn smiled in anticipation of clashing with the second.
"Say hello to your brother in hell for me, okay?" Gunn said, as he dove at the second, stake raised. The vampire ducked, and Gunn did a quick roll to reduce the the landing blow, turned, and staked the second in the back. The vampire screamed as it was turned to dust.
"I'd better call Angel…"
"That was a lot easier than I expected," Spike said, annoyed. "I barely got my hands dirty."
Angel sighed as he untied a young 14-year-old girl. A crazed demon had bursted into her birthday sleepover party, and was preparing to sacrifice all the young girls to a demigod. Rarely was Angel, the ex-mass murderer, disgusted at anything besides himself. This was one of those times. The poor girls were paralyzed with fear. Angel's cell phone ringed an annoying tone that he had wanted to change but had not known how. Spike's mind reeled as he tried to think of something witty to say, but decided that he would let it slide for once.
"Angel." said Eve's familiar voice over the phone. "Get back to Wolfram and Hart as soon possible."
Tried to make it less painful on the eyes.
EDIT- Added in some more bars for clarity.