A/N~ Hello people, just so you know, this was the first fic I ever wrote,
but I never finished it, so I decided to post it again, finish it and see
what happens! I actually have a plan this time so it should work out
better! And just for the record, this happens at the beginning of season 5,
and Spike's still a 'ghost'. Anyway, enough talking, on with the story!
Disclaimer~ I don't own Angel, or any characters from Angel, I just own Phoenix and my little storyline I've got going here...so don't sue!
Angel stood on the rooftop, looking down at the dark alleys below him. It was a cool, breezy night, perfect for walks under the full moon, creating perfect preys for any vampire or other creatures of the night that might be luring around these parts. Expectantly, a scream pierced the silence of the night. Angel jerked around and headed in the direction of the scream.
In a dark alley, a vampire was closing in on a young, slender woman. Suddenly, Angel jumped out of the shadows onto the vampire's back, catching him by surprise. It was not long before Angel took control of the fight. Seconds later, Angel pocketed his stake and turned back to the woman. Now that Angel looked at her properly, he noticed that she was of a rare beauty. Her light, reddish-brown hair flowed down to her shoulder in soft waves. She had beautiful features and her emerald-green eyes seemed to shine in the darkness of the alley. She was looking reproachfully are Angel, arms crossed on her chest. Angel looked at her expectantly, though she said nothing. "Um...you're welcome?" said Angel.
The woman, still staring at Angel angrily, walked up to him and pointed her own stake at his face.
"You realize I had that completely under control?" she said, waving the sharp stake in front of his eyes. Angel backed away instinctively, eyeing the stake fearfully.
"Um...do you...mind?" Angel said, still looking at the stake's point.
"What, are you afraid I'll poke your eye out?" the woman asked sarcastically, turning around and walking to her bag lying on the ground by the wall.
"No...well...I'm sorry, its just I'm...well..."Angel starts uncomfortably.
"A vampire? Yeah, I got that much. Angel, right?" the girl said, looking up at him from her kneeling position on the ground.
"Yeah. How did you know that?" Angel asked, surprised.
"You dropped this," she says without looking up, showing Angel a Wolfram & Hart business card. "You know, I've heard of Wolfram & Hart before," she says, gathering her things, "but now that people like you are in charge, I reckon it'll be interesting to see how things work out. Give me a call if you ever need any help." She straightens up and swings her bag around her shoulder. "See you around." She flicks the business card back at Angel, before walking off.
Angel, still standing in the same spot, looks down at the card, which now has Phoenix Brown, 450-452-2310 written on the back. Angel looks up from the card, smiling slightly. "She's good," he whispers, before walking off.~~~~
Angel is sitting in his office, staring at the card in his hands. Wesley walks in, looking at Angel desperately. Angel quickly puts down the business card, taking his feet of the desk.
"Angel, this is unbelievable, I have looked through every employee's file and not one has any slaying experience."
"And that's bad?" Angel asks, dumbly.
"Yes. We need more than one person to be able to slay a creature once in a while. I know this company is used to dealing with dark forces, not against them, but if we are going to make that change, we will need people to help."
"Well, do we know of anyone that could help?"
"I came here to ask you the same question."
"Well I d--...On second thought, there is one person. I need to make a call and I'll get back to you on that."
"All right then, but keep in mind we already have plenty of business and we need help...fast." Wesley walks out, leaving Angel to make his call.~~~~
That night, Angel was walking down the street towards the spot where he had agreed to meet Phoenix. As he approached the park bench, he could make out her slender figure against the glow of the moon.
He quietly walked to her, his shoes making no noise as they hit the ground. When he got within arm's reach, Phoenix, whose back had been to him as he walked down the sidewalk, whirled around, quickly pinning his arms behind his back and bringing a knife to his throat.
"Wow, wait a sec, it's me," Angel shouted as the blade rested on his neck.
Phoenix, quickly realizing her mistake, withdrew the blade and let go of his arms, repeating countless apologies.
"I am so sorry...it's just you kind of crept up on me there..." she says with a sigh.
"Yeah, well, no need to be so wound up," Angel says, rubbing his arm where Phoenix's nails had dug into his shirt.
"Sorry, but I've had to many bad experience to relax at night," she said, slipping her knife back into her pack.
"Well then you're just what I'm looking for." He dug into his pocket and retrieved a set of keys, an ID card, and a piece of notebook paper.
"Anyway, here's are the keys to your office and other random doors you might need to open, your employee badge, and the building's address. See you in the morning then."
Angel turned around and started walking away, but Phoenix called him back.
"Angel...thanks...and sorry about the rude welcome," she said, smiling apologetically.
"No problem," Angel responded, grinning back before walking away again.~~~~
The next day, Phoenix showed up at the office earlier than most and headed straight to where her office was supposedly located. She came up to a door, and instead of getting out her key, she inserted a silver pin into the locked door.
"Come on, work your magic," she whispers, staring blankly at it, a look of deep conversation on her face.
"Can I help you?" says a voice from behind her.
Phoenix spins around quickly retrieving the pin from the lock and slipping it inside the back pocket of her jeans. She looks up at a dark man, who is eyeing her suspiciously.
"Um, hi...I...I'm Phoenix, Phoenix Brown. New," she says smiling innocently.
"O yeah, you're the slayer Angel met in the alley, aren't you? Yeah, I heard about you. But what exactly do you think you were gonna find in the file storage room?"
Phoenix looks around at the sign next to the door.
"File storage...oh...wrong room, no wonder it was locked..." She walks up the hall to the next door. "Then this is probably my office." She pushes the door open. "Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry about that," she replies, looking at the man and smiling innocently.
"No problem. I'm Charles Gunn by the way. Call me Gunn," Gunn says, holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," says Phoenix, shaking Gunn's extended hand. "Listen, I better go. I have about 2 minutes to put my stuff up before I have to meet Angel. So I guess I'll see you around," she says, slipping into the office.
"Yeah, I'll see you around," Gunn says as Phoenix closes the door behind her.
A/N~ So what did you think? Let me know and review!
Disclaimer~ I don't own Angel, or any characters from Angel, I just own Phoenix and my little storyline I've got going here...so don't sue!
Angel stood on the rooftop, looking down at the dark alleys below him. It was a cool, breezy night, perfect for walks under the full moon, creating perfect preys for any vampire or other creatures of the night that might be luring around these parts. Expectantly, a scream pierced the silence of the night. Angel jerked around and headed in the direction of the scream.
In a dark alley, a vampire was closing in on a young, slender woman. Suddenly, Angel jumped out of the shadows onto the vampire's back, catching him by surprise. It was not long before Angel took control of the fight. Seconds later, Angel pocketed his stake and turned back to the woman. Now that Angel looked at her properly, he noticed that she was of a rare beauty. Her light, reddish-brown hair flowed down to her shoulder in soft waves. She had beautiful features and her emerald-green eyes seemed to shine in the darkness of the alley. She was looking reproachfully are Angel, arms crossed on her chest. Angel looked at her expectantly, though she said nothing. "Um...you're welcome?" said Angel.
The woman, still staring at Angel angrily, walked up to him and pointed her own stake at his face.
"You realize I had that completely under control?" she said, waving the sharp stake in front of his eyes. Angel backed away instinctively, eyeing the stake fearfully.
"Um...do you...mind?" Angel said, still looking at the stake's point.
"What, are you afraid I'll poke your eye out?" the woman asked sarcastically, turning around and walking to her bag lying on the ground by the wall.
"No...well...I'm sorry, its just I'm...well..."Angel starts uncomfortably.
"A vampire? Yeah, I got that much. Angel, right?" the girl said, looking up at him from her kneeling position on the ground.
"Yeah. How did you know that?" Angel asked, surprised.
"You dropped this," she says without looking up, showing Angel a Wolfram & Hart business card. "You know, I've heard of Wolfram & Hart before," she says, gathering her things, "but now that people like you are in charge, I reckon it'll be interesting to see how things work out. Give me a call if you ever need any help." She straightens up and swings her bag around her shoulder. "See you around." She flicks the business card back at Angel, before walking off.
Angel, still standing in the same spot, looks down at the card, which now has Phoenix Brown, 450-452-2310 written on the back. Angel looks up from the card, smiling slightly. "She's good," he whispers, before walking off.~~~~
Angel is sitting in his office, staring at the card in his hands. Wesley walks in, looking at Angel desperately. Angel quickly puts down the business card, taking his feet of the desk.
"Angel, this is unbelievable, I have looked through every employee's file and not one has any slaying experience."
"And that's bad?" Angel asks, dumbly.
"Yes. We need more than one person to be able to slay a creature once in a while. I know this company is used to dealing with dark forces, not against them, but if we are going to make that change, we will need people to help."
"Well, do we know of anyone that could help?"
"I came here to ask you the same question."
"Well I d--...On second thought, there is one person. I need to make a call and I'll get back to you on that."
"All right then, but keep in mind we already have plenty of business and we need help...fast." Wesley walks out, leaving Angel to make his call.~~~~
That night, Angel was walking down the street towards the spot where he had agreed to meet Phoenix. As he approached the park bench, he could make out her slender figure against the glow of the moon.
He quietly walked to her, his shoes making no noise as they hit the ground. When he got within arm's reach, Phoenix, whose back had been to him as he walked down the sidewalk, whirled around, quickly pinning his arms behind his back and bringing a knife to his throat.
"Wow, wait a sec, it's me," Angel shouted as the blade rested on his neck.
Phoenix, quickly realizing her mistake, withdrew the blade and let go of his arms, repeating countless apologies.
"I am so sorry...it's just you kind of crept up on me there..." she says with a sigh.
"Yeah, well, no need to be so wound up," Angel says, rubbing his arm where Phoenix's nails had dug into his shirt.
"Sorry, but I've had to many bad experience to relax at night," she said, slipping her knife back into her pack.
"Well then you're just what I'm looking for." He dug into his pocket and retrieved a set of keys, an ID card, and a piece of notebook paper.
"Anyway, here's are the keys to your office and other random doors you might need to open, your employee badge, and the building's address. See you in the morning then."
Angel turned around and started walking away, but Phoenix called him back.
"Angel...thanks...and sorry about the rude welcome," she said, smiling apologetically.
"No problem," Angel responded, grinning back before walking away again.~~~~
The next day, Phoenix showed up at the office earlier than most and headed straight to where her office was supposedly located. She came up to a door, and instead of getting out her key, she inserted a silver pin into the locked door.
"Come on, work your magic," she whispers, staring blankly at it, a look of deep conversation on her face.
"Can I help you?" says a voice from behind her.
Phoenix spins around quickly retrieving the pin from the lock and slipping it inside the back pocket of her jeans. She looks up at a dark man, who is eyeing her suspiciously.
"Um, hi...I...I'm Phoenix, Phoenix Brown. New," she says smiling innocently.
"O yeah, you're the slayer Angel met in the alley, aren't you? Yeah, I heard about you. But what exactly do you think you were gonna find in the file storage room?"
Phoenix looks around at the sign next to the door.
"File storage...oh...wrong room, no wonder it was locked..." She walks up the hall to the next door. "Then this is probably my office." She pushes the door open. "Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry about that," she replies, looking at the man and smiling innocently.
"No problem. I'm Charles Gunn by the way. Call me Gunn," Gunn says, holding out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," says Phoenix, shaking Gunn's extended hand. "Listen, I better go. I have about 2 minutes to put my stuff up before I have to meet Angel. So I guess I'll see you around," she says, slipping into the office.
"Yeah, I'll see you around," Gunn says as Phoenix closes the door behind her.
A/N~ So what did you think? Let me know and review!