Destiny
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the Angel characters. The only characters I claim to own are the ones I created. Oh yeah and don't do drugs or smoke. Hmmm and in the chapters that follow you may or may not get upset with me.
She sat at the table furthest from the door. The one in the corner away from any drop of sunlight. The light hurt her eyes more these days. It never used to bother her but here lately it did. Sunlight's not good for you anyway. She was a whole lot older than she looked. She'd lived through two great wars. Not that any of that mattered now. Her family was dead. She'd lost everything she'd ever cared about. She glanced across the room, staring at the door. She enjoyed the bar at this time. She could sit and think, without every drunk in the bar hitting on her. It was enough to make her give up her vow never to drink blood.
The bartender knew her, he knew what she was, and he kept a stash for her in the back. She smiled at him briefly before standing, and walking over to the bar. "Hey Johnny, how's it going." He smiled, "It's going great Kyra. You want the usual." She looked back at the door, "Yeah Johnny that'll do." He gave her the glass and she walked back to the table. She sat down, and stared at the glass for the better part of an hour. She was hungry, but she couldn't bring herself to eat. She put the glass to her lips, then sat it back down without drinking. She finally took a drink, only to find it'd gone bad. She glanced at the door, just as he walked in. He'd been in for the past couple of days. She really didn't care; well maybe she did, but anyway.
He'd been harassing Johnny, she still didn't know why. She watched him for awhile, but once he punched Johnny, in the face, she was to her feet and next to him in a second. "Hello, can I help you?" He looked her over then smiled, "No why don't you just go sit down and mind your own business." She smiled her fangs showing slightly, "And if I don't." Johnny looked at her, "Kyra please just go sit down. Me and Jason are old friends."
She glanced into his eyes, reading the terror, but she sat down. She'd be there if he really needed her. Johnny was the only person that had been nice to her. He was like her new family. She'd die before she let anything bad happen to him. "Sonny just wants his money Johnny." She heard. "But I told you already Jason I don't have it." Jason punched him in the stomach and he doubled over, "Why do you make me hurt you Johnny?"
She flinched feeling his pain, she wanted to help, but he didn't want it. After an hour of this she couldn't take it. She walked over to them, "How much does he owe you?" Jason looked at her; "He owes us fifteen hundred dollars." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, then threw it at Jason; "There that should cover this time, and a little extra for your troubles. Don't come in here again, you won't like the consequences."
Jason turned and left, leaving Johnny and Kyra alone. "You didn't have to do that. I would've gotten the money." She smiled, "It doesn't matter Johnny, you're like family to me. I don't want to see you hurt. Next time you need money come to me, I have more than I know what to do with." Johnny looked at her, "Kyra, what if he comes back in." She smiled softly, "He won't like the consequences." He stared at her for a couple of minutes; "Do you mean you'll bite him." She laughed softly, "Maybe that's what it means, or maybe it just means I'll give him a good beating."
She slowly walked back to her table, her long black hair flowing. Johnny watched her trying to think of a time she'd been without the long black leather jacket. He walked over to her table with a fresh glass of blood. "I noticed you didn't touch you're last one. Can I ask you a question?" She took the glass and smiled, "Thank you Johnny, and sure." He looked into her green eyes, "How come you're always wearing that jacket. I mean I don't remember a time that you weren't wearing it."