Chapter 4
This was just too much for him. One minute you're playing a nice, heavenly game of chess with another half-demon, the next your standing at the spot where you died, looking at your two friends. Doyle shuddered at the thought of his death, he could remember the burning feeling all to well now. He pushed the thought aside, if he thought about it too much he would go crazy. It's one thing to come back from the dead, but to have a nest of vampires attack you less than a minute later…
"Doyle! Look out!"
Doyle turned around at the urgent sound in Angel's voice. He gave a small yelp when he saw three vampires running after him. He turned and ran faster, ducking behind the first crate he came too. Luckily the vampires didn't notice and they continued to run in the direction they thought that Doyle had gone.
After a few seconds Doyle came out from his hiding place and ran in the opposite direction that the vampires went. He didn't run far when he heard a scream behind him. As much as Doyle wanted to keep running his conscience told him to turn around and help the woman who had screamed.
Swearing he turned around and ran after the vampires. When he turned a corner he found himself in an alleyway. The vampires had come upon a teenage girl, around the age of 16. She looked shocked for a minute or two then she seemed to shake it off, her hand flew into her bag and brought out a stake. So this girl knew what she was dealing with, when she was about to attack Doyle grabbed one vampire from behind. His plan worked, the girl was able to stake the other two vampires. The remaining flipped Doyle of his back at the girl, knocking both of them over, and causing the stake to fly out of her hand. The vampire went for the girl, pinning her against the wall. Doyle ran for the stake, grabbed it and dusted the vamp.
The girl looked at Doyle and seemed even more shocked at seeing him then the vampires. "Um…thanks." She managed to say. Doyle could only sink to the ground against the wall. She looked at him in concern, "You ok? We'd better get out of here, there could be more." Doyle nodded and accepted her offer to help him up.
"I need to get to…some where…my friends." His words came out hesitantly. He really didn't know where he needed to go, after the vampire attack he wasn't sure if he was back on earth or if he'd been sent to hell. Couldn't be hell he said, they don't give you a few years in heaven just to take it all away. He wasn't sure of anything now.
The girl was nodding, "Ok," she said, "We can get a cab."
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Angel staked the last vampire and turned toward where Doyle had disappeared. Cordelia was already running down the path Doyle had gone, but Angel easily caught up with her. He ran passed her into an alley, following Doyle's scent.
"This is not going according to plan." Angel thought, out loud he said, "Look, he must of staked the vampires." He pointed out three piles of dust.
"Yea but where did he go?" Cordelia asked.
"His scent ends at the road, he must have gotten in a cab."
"Ok, you know I'll never get over the fact you can smell everyone, it's just so creepy."
"Cordelia," Angel said, he couldn't hide the look of worry on his face. "He wasn't alone."
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"So…um by the way my name is Emma." The girl said. They were still in the cab, traveling to Angel Investigations. Doyle had decided that's where Cordelia and Angel had probably gone to, if not, he could always go to Cordelia's apartment.
"Doyle", Doyle replied quietly. He knew the girl was only trying to make polite conversation, but he didn't feel like talking now. He was still trying to figure out what was going on exactly.
"Um, are you sure this is the right place?" Emma asked looking out the window.
"Yea," Doyle said hesitantly. Why wouldn't be the place, maybe Emma had thought it was a big business building. He step out of the cab and looked at the building, he gasped. What he was looking at was a burned down version of his office, of Angel apartment. He started walking toward the building, not really aware of doing so. He could hear Emma telling the cab driver to wait for them, before stepping out of the cab herself.
"I don't know that much about business places, but aren't they supposed to be safe to go into…wait! Where are you going, it's not safe!"
Doyle ignored Emma's warning, he was older than her anyway, what did she know about safe? He stepped inside and looked around, everything was ruined. Now Angel had a lot more to explain. Doyle walked over to his old desk; there were things there that he never had owned. He looked at the nameplate, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Someone had been working here after he died; his heart sank. He looked down at the burnt bottom drawer and tried to pull it open, it didn't budge. Just to back sure it wasn't because of the fire he tried another drawer, it opened! Doyle pulled a key out of his pocket and put it in the bottom draws lock, he turned the key and tried the drawer again. This time it opened and inside were charred journals, pictures and other thing of Doyle's. He pulled the remains of his past life out of the drawer.
"Do you need a place to put those?" Emma asked. Doyle jumped he didn't realize she had followed him inside.
"Sure." He said. Emma took the papers and put them in her bag.
"Come on," she said, "no one's here and it's not safe to be in a building like this."
Doyle nodded, and started to walk toward the door, but as if the building decided to prove Emma's point the roof-collapsed right then.
"Look out!"