Virtually Clean
Chapter 6: Resurrection With a Side of Rice
Somewhere deep in the heart of L.A., a group of vampires circled a young woman. They forced her into an alley, each one with devilish grins on their faces.
"What's the matter sweet heart? We won't bite." A tall blonde vamp asks, as he approaches her. "Oh wait- Yes we will."
Their jokes were almost as bad as their intentions for the young lady.
The blonde moves in, just about to sink his teeth into her slender neck. He could feel her heart beating, smell the fear pouring from her in the form of a thick cold sweat. The blood pumping in her veins called to him, his primal urges and beast like huger drove him closer, and closer until...
"Oh, fuck."
But it was too late.
He had been hit.
His friends scattered and the woman remained pressed against a dumpster, panting and starring cautiously at the large ball of light that had hit her aggressor. She noticed that the blonde vamp was sizzling underneath the light, and eventually he burst into a cloud of dust. This unexpected, but somewhat welcome, explosion made the woman jump a bit. Then a very peculiar thing happened. The light began to move.
At first there was no real pattern to the movement, but as she watched the woman realized it was taking on a shape.
"Excuse me miss, but cloud you tell me where I am?" The woman's eyes bulged upon hearing the light talk, and with an English accent no less. After a few quick gasps for air the woman began to crawl slowly away and then ran as fast as she could, not taking the time to look back.
"Well, that wasn't very helpful." Wesley said to himself as he watched the woman ran off.
He really did want to know where he was. He couldn't quite remember. Of course he supposed that would all come back to him soon enough, after all they had told him there might be a bit of memory loss. Hadn't that happened to Cordy at one point in time. Ah, but she hadn't died, she was just a higher being. Never the less, Wesley did hope he remembered something soon. He could even remember why he had come back.
"Well, at least I know who I am." He said, trying to sound optimistic but not really feeling it.
"Now, let's see..." Wesley turned toward the street in front of the alley. "Ah, here we are."
He walked along the side walk, going over everything in his head, trying to put the missing pieces together. He remembered all of his friends, Angel, Gunn, Lorne...and...Fred. There was something about Fred...what was it? He couldn't remember, but he knew it was something important. Ah well, he'd figure it out sooner or later. Perhaps he could ask her when he saw her, if he could remember where exactly she was living.
Angel...Angel...Angel...there was something about--
"Of course!" Wesley looked around quickly, realizing he was speaking aloud. Fortunately, the only one who heard him was a blind homeless man. He did have to be a bit more careful about things. Just because he was an angel didn't mean--
--Oh, that's it. Angel...he's living with Fred's parents, because of the Awakening. At least he had remembered something. Oh, and he was beginning to remember something else, something he hadn't had to think about in thirteen years....his stomach.
The large owner of the over Americanized Chinese restaurant looked up as Wesley entered. It was almost closing time, the last thing he wanted was a late night customer.
"Can I help you?" He said in a rather gruff voice as Wesley sat down.
Wesley spoke a bit nervously, but managed to spit out the word 'rice'.
Now where was he. Oh yes, the reason why he was here...where ever here happened to be. Then, it hit him, so hard in fact he nearly fell over in his stool.
"Oh my God!" That remark got his rice bowl practically thrown at him, and a very suspicious look from the tubby owner.
As Wesley struggled with his chopsticks, he slowly began to piece together his Swiss-cheesed memory. There was a temple. Here, in California. But what city? And why was it so important? Something about the future, about time...and the initials A.H. and P.D. But what did it mean?
Becoming very frustrated with himself, Wesley began to throw his chopsticks angrily into his bowl and just as angrily into his mouth. Not caring or noticing whether or not he was actually picking anything up. Then, suddenly...he stopped. There was a name. He was not alone. He wasn't the only person to be brought back. The name....
Lindsey.
But what part would he play? Good? Evil? Wesley guessed evil; he didn't exactly trust Lindsey. He had to get to Angel, after all isn't that why he came to L.A.?
"L.A.?" Wesley thought out loud. That wasn't why he came to L.A...Angel was no where near L.A. Then why did he come?
But the answer was obvious, she was here. Fred. But he didn't know where she was, and she wasn't exactly a top priority. He had to find his less human friends first, they were in the most danger. Because he didn't know where anyone else was, Wesley knew he had to go to Angel; even if it meant putting off his little Fred search party. Besides, Angel could probably tell him what it was about Fred he had forgotten...
So yes, it was all decided. Wesley would leave to retrieve Angel immediately....but first...
"More rice, please!"
Chapter 6: Resurrection With a Side of Rice
Somewhere deep in the heart of L.A., a group of vampires circled a young woman. They forced her into an alley, each one with devilish grins on their faces.
"What's the matter sweet heart? We won't bite." A tall blonde vamp asks, as he approaches her. "Oh wait- Yes we will."
Their jokes were almost as bad as their intentions for the young lady.
The blonde moves in, just about to sink his teeth into her slender neck. He could feel her heart beating, smell the fear pouring from her in the form of a thick cold sweat. The blood pumping in her veins called to him, his primal urges and beast like huger drove him closer, and closer until...
"Oh, fuck."
But it was too late.
He had been hit.
His friends scattered and the woman remained pressed against a dumpster, panting and starring cautiously at the large ball of light that had hit her aggressor. She noticed that the blonde vamp was sizzling underneath the light, and eventually he burst into a cloud of dust. This unexpected, but somewhat welcome, explosion made the woman jump a bit. Then a very peculiar thing happened. The light began to move.
At first there was no real pattern to the movement, but as she watched the woman realized it was taking on a shape.
"Excuse me miss, but cloud you tell me where I am?" The woman's eyes bulged upon hearing the light talk, and with an English accent no less. After a few quick gasps for air the woman began to crawl slowly away and then ran as fast as she could, not taking the time to look back.
"Well, that wasn't very helpful." Wesley said to himself as he watched the woman ran off.
He really did want to know where he was. He couldn't quite remember. Of course he supposed that would all come back to him soon enough, after all they had told him there might be a bit of memory loss. Hadn't that happened to Cordy at one point in time. Ah, but she hadn't died, she was just a higher being. Never the less, Wesley did hope he remembered something soon. He could even remember why he had come back.
"Well, at least I know who I am." He said, trying to sound optimistic but not really feeling it.
"Now, let's see..." Wesley turned toward the street in front of the alley. "Ah, here we are."
He walked along the side walk, going over everything in his head, trying to put the missing pieces together. He remembered all of his friends, Angel, Gunn, Lorne...and...Fred. There was something about Fred...what was it? He couldn't remember, but he knew it was something important. Ah well, he'd figure it out sooner or later. Perhaps he could ask her when he saw her, if he could remember where exactly she was living.
Angel...Angel...Angel...there was something about--
"Of course!" Wesley looked around quickly, realizing he was speaking aloud. Fortunately, the only one who heard him was a blind homeless man. He did have to be a bit more careful about things. Just because he was an angel didn't mean--
--Oh, that's it. Angel...he's living with Fred's parents, because of the Awakening. At least he had remembered something. Oh, and he was beginning to remember something else, something he hadn't had to think about in thirteen years....his stomach.
The large owner of the over Americanized Chinese restaurant looked up as Wesley entered. It was almost closing time, the last thing he wanted was a late night customer.
"Can I help you?" He said in a rather gruff voice as Wesley sat down.
Wesley spoke a bit nervously, but managed to spit out the word 'rice'.
Now where was he. Oh yes, the reason why he was here...where ever here happened to be. Then, it hit him, so hard in fact he nearly fell over in his stool.
"Oh my God!" That remark got his rice bowl practically thrown at him, and a very suspicious look from the tubby owner.
As Wesley struggled with his chopsticks, he slowly began to piece together his Swiss-cheesed memory. There was a temple. Here, in California. But what city? And why was it so important? Something about the future, about time...and the initials A.H. and P.D. But what did it mean?
Becoming very frustrated with himself, Wesley began to throw his chopsticks angrily into his bowl and just as angrily into his mouth. Not caring or noticing whether or not he was actually picking anything up. Then, suddenly...he stopped. There was a name. He was not alone. He wasn't the only person to be brought back. The name....
Lindsey.
But what part would he play? Good? Evil? Wesley guessed evil; he didn't exactly trust Lindsey. He had to get to Angel, after all isn't that why he came to L.A.?
"L.A.?" Wesley thought out loud. That wasn't why he came to L.A...Angel was no where near L.A. Then why did he come?
But the answer was obvious, she was here. Fred. But he didn't know where she was, and she wasn't exactly a top priority. He had to find his less human friends first, they were in the most danger. Because he didn't know where anyone else was, Wesley knew he had to go to Angel; even if it meant putting off his little Fred search party. Besides, Angel could probably tell him what it was about Fred he had forgotten...
So yes, it was all decided. Wesley would leave to retrieve Angel immediately....but first...
"More rice, please!"