There is a dark new female stranger in town, and Angel wants to know who she is. Placed in the first season, so Doyle is still alive, and Wesley has not yet come into the picture.
Chapter One- Angelus:
She walked purposefully down the road, there was something she needed to do. The Powers that Be had sent her for a reason, and she was going to do what they asked of her. For now, at least. If she did what they asked, they would leave her be.
The tiny stones on the sidewalk crunched slightly under her black high-heeled boots. Her large dark brown eyes scanned the seemingly empty street, and the slight wind stirred her long brown hair. Lips curling up in mischievous half smile, the girl went down and ally and found herself facing the backs of three vampires closing in on a girl who was crouched on the ground. The young woman's eyes were round with terror, her mouth was open in a silent scream, she seemed to be paralyzed in her fear.
"Well, well," said our brown haired friend, "what have we here?" The vampires turned around and looked at her, nearly laughing.
One of them said, "Oh look, dessert." Cocking her head, our friend took a step forward, and one of the vampires leapt at her. Spinning artfully out of the way, the girl brought her elbow back into the vampire's spine, and heard the satisfying sound of cracking bone. The guy yelled in pain as he fell to the ground, and another took his place in his fight. She took care of him as quickly as she had done the other, the last eyed her carefully and said, "Your faster than you look, stronger too, apparently."
"Duh." and this time SHE leapt at the vampire, turning him to dust with a stake hidden up her trench sleeve. Turning around to the vampire with a broken spine, the beautiful brunette pulled another stake out of an inside pocket of her black leather trench.
After the last vampire was reduced to ashes, she turned to the girl who had almost been turned into a meal for the three that now were spreading over the city. "Are you alright?" she asked the girl, who merely nodded. "Go home, and don't go down allies anymore without someone else with you." Again the girl nodded, and then exited the ally.
Our friend watched after her for a while, before turning on her heel and heading out the way that she had come, going back to the street. Looking up at the sky, she saw it was lightening. If she stayed out in the sun too long, she got as red as an apple, plus her eyes were very sensitive to bright lights. So, figuring that the best thing to do was to head indoors, she turned back and headed towards the hotel in which she was staying.
Angel was behind his desk in his office. He was alone, as Cordelia and Doyle weren't likely to appear for another couple of hours. Leaning back in his chair, he looked up at the ceiling and rocked a bit. "Nothing to do," he said to himself, then he stood and said, "if I stay here any longer I'm gonna loose it." So he headed out of his office and jerked his leather coat off the peg by the door on his way to the sewer entrance that lead from his apartment.
In the sewers, he looked all over to see if there was anything that he may be able to fight, but search lead to nil. Getting aggravated, he continued on his way through, until he came to a latter that lead to a man-hole. Looking up he saw that there was no light shining through, and realized that the sun must have set. Grabbing hold of the latter, the dark-haired vampire climbed out of the sewers.
When he was above-ground, he looked around and found himself in an ally. There was nothing particualar about it at all. Nothing, and there was nothing going on with the rest of the city, either.
'What in the name of hell is going on here?' he thought to himself, 'the city is never this quiet. It's Las Angeles for god's sake.' Just as he was about to say "screw it" and head back to the office to see if there had been any calls from perspective clients, he heard a scream. "About time," he thought aloud.
Practically flying out of the ally that he was in toward the screams, Angel soon found himself in another darkened ally. Watching as a group of assorted demons and vampires closed in on a small group of teenage girls.
"Hey! What in the name of hell do you think you're doing?" Angel said to the backs of some of the demons. They turned around, and there was an odd look of fear in some of their eyes, in others, just hostility.
"We're getting our meal for the night," said a demon with horns curling up from his forhead, "So, do you mind?"
"Actually," said the vampire, letting his demonic side show, causing one of the kids to whimper, which he ignored, "I do." Some of the demons attacked him, but others went for the kids. One of them screamed as the demon that had spoked grabbed her up. Then the demon let out a roar of pain and dropped the girl. He fell forward and Angel saw with relief that Doyle was standing behind it with a blade wedged in the thing's back.
The demon swong it arm wildly back and made contact with the side of Doyle's head. The half-Bracken flew into a wall and hit his head, hard. The demon was about to go for him when it was attacked from the side, this time by Cordelia Chase.
Cordelia had shot it in the side with a bolt from a crossbow. The thing did nothing but rip the bolt out of its side and continue toward Doyle, saying, "I'll take care of you after this one." Just as he was about to grab Doyle, he was attacked AGAIN, but this time for the last time. A young girl leapt out of the shadows and drove a small dagger into his chest, causing it to fall backward.
Turning toward the rest of the fray, which was being held off superbly by Angel, she strode in quickly and did her best to help the vampire. One of them was about to get Angel from behind when the girl threw her dagger at it, it ended up embeded in his temple.
The vampire turned around to look at her. He grabbed her blade out of the demon's head and advanced toward her, the brunette stood stock still and watched as the man came closer. He had soon come right up to her and pushed her aside, to get to the demon standing behind her. He looked back at her, and the girl nodded her thanks and made a make-shift stake out of a piece of wood that once had been a chair leg, and wedged it between the ribs of one of the vampires.
After about ten minutes, all the demons and vampires were dead. When the girl turned to retrieve her dagger, Angel grabbed her by the front of her trench, picked her up and slammed her up against the wall. "Who the hell are you?" said the souled-vampire, "and what in the name of hell are you doing here?"
"Angel," said Cordelia, with her eyebrows raised, "this girl just saved my and Doyle's asses."
"What I want to know," came the voice of the half-Bracken, who had gotten up and was rubbing his head, "Is how she could be that strong."
"Thanks," said Angel, "How are you that strong?"
"No idea," said the girl, "uh, could you let me down?"
Angel looked at her for a moment, and then lowered her slowly to the ground. "Now," said Angel, "Who are you?"
The girl straightened her jacket and looked up at the vampire. For a moment she said nothing, then she stuck her hand out to shake his and said, "My name is Lynn Angelus."