Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy and Angel they are owned
by Joss Whedon, in the possibility that I come up with an original
character (which is doubtful) then I can say I own someone but until then...
Author's Note: I kept some people alive, so sue me. And I am warning now that I am making Cordelia first season of Angel Cordelia, because she's no fun later on.
Prologue:
The young lady screamed as her attacker grew closer. What did I do to deserve this? She thought quietly to herself. She had been an idiot. For a year and a half she's been running, fighting, thinking that she could stay away from the inevitable for eternity. Eternity was up and she knew it. As she saw the long silver gleam of the weapon he had in his hand, she wished she could run, but she knew how he was. Where she ran, he would follow. There was no escaping it. The sharp weapon pierced through her skin, and when she felt the warm red liquid flow out of her, it was then she realized that she was finally free. No more running, no more fighting, she could finally let go. Unfortunately that left the reaper to his next unfortunate victim. He turned slowly when he was sure the girl was dead. He was headed off to find a very special victim. A girl, but not just any girl, this girl was something stronger, faster and wiser than the one he just killed. This girl was a slayer.
Author's Note: I kept some people alive, so sue me. And I am warning now that I am making Cordelia first season of Angel Cordelia, because she's no fun later on.
Prologue:
The young lady screamed as her attacker grew closer. What did I do to deserve this? She thought quietly to herself. She had been an idiot. For a year and a half she's been running, fighting, thinking that she could stay away from the inevitable for eternity. Eternity was up and she knew it. As she saw the long silver gleam of the weapon he had in his hand, she wished she could run, but she knew how he was. Where she ran, he would follow. There was no escaping it. The sharp weapon pierced through her skin, and when she felt the warm red liquid flow out of her, it was then she realized that she was finally free. No more running, no more fighting, she could finally let go. Unfortunately that left the reaper to his next unfortunate victim. He turned slowly when he was sure the girl was dead. He was headed off to find a very special victim. A girl, but not just any girl, this girl was something stronger, faster and wiser than the one he just killed. This girl was a slayer.