Chrimsen walked through the streets her arms
folded over her chest. Where was she? She knew why she
was here. She was supposed to be where her brother
was, she was supposed to be protected by them. to be
away from those. things. Her long red hair was blowing
in the wind the white streaks in her face. She shook
her head, this really didn't seem right. She was
supposed to be in LA, he had told her he was in LA.
Chrimsen was wearing a long black skirt, with black
knee high boots, and a green sweater, though it was
warm where she was right now.
The winds in the night howled past her, she could
hear things, whispers, creaking, growling. that was
new she didn't often hear growling. She could hear the
footsteps now coming at her. As something came at her
she ducked. The thing fell to the ground in front of
her. Chrimsen was on her feet quickly.
"So, my first day in the States, and I'm already
attacked." Chrimsen sighed, this would be fun. She
really needed this before she could find who she was
looking for. The vampire rose quickly the growling
grew louder.
"This can be done the easy way or the hard way."
She paused for a moment as the vampire raised it's
eyebrow; clearly amused that a girl was threatening
him."Easy is I dust you fast. 'ard is what you rough
me up a little then I dust you.. Either way you'll be
dead." She said as she shook her head. She just wanted
to find her brother.
The vampire moved in for the attack punching her
hard in the stomach, catching her off guard, she
pulled her leg up and tried kicking at him. The
vampire snarled but caught Chrimsen's bended knee, his
hand coming out to caress her face. Disgusted,
Chrimsen shoved the heel of her palm upward, hard
toward the vampire's nose.
While it did not have the right effect of killing
the vampire, the vampire's nose was broken and tears
were flooding his eyes, blinding him. Seeing her
opportunity, Chrimsen pulled out her stake and got
ready to ram the sharpened piece of wood into the
vampire's heart.
Much to her dismay though, she missed, and
instead staked it through the stomach. The thing
howled and grabbed her, picking her up by her throat.
"I'll enjoy watching you bleed to death." Chrimsen was
the first to notice the dark haired, dark eyed man
advancing on them. The vampire only noticed when the
sharp end of the stake came through his heart.
The vampire muttered "Shit." As he turned to dust.
Xander approached the Irish girl who had fallen down
since the thing holding her had dispersed into dust.
Xander offered a hand to the redhead. Chrimsen smiled
up at him taking his hand, accepting his help.
"Thanks. though I could 'ave done it meself.
Doesn't 'urt to 'ave 'elp though." She began to brush
off the particles of dust and ash that had slung to
her clothing after the vampire's convenient demise.
"No problem. I'm Xander." Xander proffered a smile
that was slightly amused. He had saved her from being.
. . well, whatever before being killed and she was
talking as though she could have gotten herself out of
that sticky situation. Maybe she could have? Who knew,
he certainly didn't, it wasn't like he knew her very
well.
"Chrimsen, I'm Chrimsen Doyle." She always thought
it polite to say ones full name, not that she was
really sure why or where that came from. She looked
the man up and down. He was attractive enough. Dark
hair brown eyes, muscles from what she could tell. He
was very sexy; definitely her type. but that's not why
she was here. She offered to shake his hand.
"Doyle. that sounds familiar. By the looks of how
well you were handling that guy you aren't the average
person." Xander offered a compliment. She was handling
him pretty well, until the whole throat grabbing thing
by the vampire. Something told Xander that the vampire
could have choked her to death or broken her neck
fairly easily.
"True, I'm not the average person. I'm looking for
me brother." She gave a poor attempt of a smile. She
didn't exactly like discussing her brother, he was
kind of a touchy subject. . . kind of. She would still
talk about him, if necessary. After all, she needed to
find him and being closed off about him didn't exactly
seem like the best way to locate him.
"Of course, the guy that works with Angel." Xander
smiled at the girl. She was beautiful; her long, lush
red hair had strange, thick white streaks. You
certainly didn't come by that often. Her hair was in
contrast with beautiful green eyes.
"You know where 'e is?" Chrimsen asked while
smiling happily. The Doyle's had been seperated for so
long, and here she was, with a chance to actually see
her brother again!
"I know he's in LA." Xander responded with a
friendly smile to return her grin. Doyle is in LA with
dead boy. . . I hope she can deal with him. Even after
all this separation time, Xander still didn't like
Angel. Then again, he didn't like Riley either.
"I knew that's where I was supposed to be. I wonder
why I'm 'ere instead." Chrimsen returned while deep in
thought. Why had she come here? What was the point,
what had gone wrong? She pondered all of the
possibilites while Xander looked at her,
Xander shrugged, "Whatever the reason, you're
here.We should go somewhere not in the open. I have to
get back to the gang. Would you like to come with me?"
He asked her as politely as possible, though despite
manners it was still slightly awkward.
Chrimsen nodded and followed him. "It wouldn't
'urt." She followed him, being more than careful to
watch her surroundings, she didn't want to be. . .
unaware of wherever the hell she was. It was always
good to get familiar with your location, right?
"Yeah, me and the gang won't bite. . . " Xander
paused for a minute and continued walking. "Or, at
least, most of us won't." Buffy had been spending an
awful lot of time with the 'chipped' vampire William
the Bloody, or Spike. Ever since he got 'chipped' he
couldn't fend for himself, Xander wanted to kill the
bastard for all of the past trouble he had caused, but
Buffy said he may have information on the commandos.
Chrimsen smiled. "Do I detect some bitterness?"
She inquired in a very teasing tone and manner. She
just wanted to find her brother, she just wanted for
everything to be a okay. Was that too much to ask for?
Xander sighed for a moment. Should he tell her?
Well, she was probably going to be meeting him anyway.
"Spike, a very bad vampire who has caused us a lot of
trouble, got 'chipped.' This 'chip' prevents him from
attacking human beings. Buffy and the rest of the gang
have been hanging out with him a lot recently. . . I
think we should get rid of him while we have the
chance. Buffy, however, says otherwise." Xander
groaned.
"Spike? As in William the Bloody?" She asked almost
shocked at the sound of this. "Buffy is who exactly?"
She inquired after a moment of so of a pause. William
the Bloody was with human beings? William the Bloody
was rendered defenseless by a 'chip?'
Xander shrugged, it was a long story. "Buffy is
the Slayer, the vampire Slayer. As to who she is,
well, I am unsure. Half the time I don't even think
that she knows who she is or what she wants." Xander
continued walking, his hands in his pockets. Stupid
vampires got Buffy's attention all the time. Pretty
soon they might be. . . Xander didn't even wanna think
about what the two of them could be doing in the
future.
"Doesn't sound like much of a slayer. Then I
suppose if he can't hurt anyone it is. . .okay. So is
this it?" She asked as the approached what looked like
an apartment building. She liked this guy she did, but
she wanted to get to her brother.
Xander nodded slightly. He wasn't sure whether he
agreed with her about Buffy or whether he should
defend Buffy. "She's really strong, and she's saved
the world on more than one occasion. However, it seems
that she has a soft spot for vampires who can't eat
people. She was involved with Angelus for a while, and
he was the one that broke it off, not her." He
explained and continued walking. "This is it. This is
Giles's place, Giles is Buffy's Watcher."
Chrimsen nodded, "Ok, looks nice enough." She
walked with him into the apartment, it looked nice.
The apartment before them was on the ground, thank
god, and not a complex. There was a little fountain
outside and most of the ground was brick made, as was
the apartment. Other than a few details, it looked
quite quaint and liveable. . . maybe even homey.
She edged closer to Xander out of nervousness at
the people staring at her. She smiled shyly at all of
the people. There was a petite blonde girl, very
pretty off in the corner next to a balding brown
haired man with glasses and a brown suit. There was a
red haired girl who was awfully pale who was browsing
through some occult novels while looking stuff up on
her laptop.
"Hey guys. I found treasure this time around."
Xander joked with a smile on his face. One to mostly
loosen Chrimsen up, who looked nervous and maybe even
shy. The dark haired young man just stood still in
front of Chrimsen who was practically using him like a
shield. She wasn't all that shy, but she could sense
power and mistrust coming off of the blonde.
"She's a demon." Buffy said after having been
uneasy for a while. She could sense it the demonic
power coming off of the girl. The Slayer's eyes
narrowed, then she sighed as though she were fed up.
Of course, Xander had been with Anya, Inca Mummy Girl,
the she mantis and Cordelia, all of which were demons.
Well, maybe not Cordelia, but she certainly behaved
like one. Buffy could just imagine Cordelia and a
chaos demon talking like old friends.
"I'm only part demon." Chrimsen said glaring
slightly at the slayer. She was not to be mistaken for
her mostly darker relatives. Chrimsen folded her arms
over her chest and stepped to where she was beside
Xander. That way she didn't look as shy or awkward.
"This is Chrimsen Doyle. She says she's related to
that guy that works with Angel." Xander introduced
her. He wasn't sure why Buffy was really on edge
tonight. Chrimsen was only part demon and Buffy was
already against her. Chrimsen was really no different
than Anya. . . maybe, . Right?
Willow smiled at the new comer and walked over to
offer her hand. "Hi, I'm Willow." she said a big smile
on her face. Xander had odd tastes indeed, and now he
was bringing home yet another demoness. She wondered
if Xander would grow to fancy her, like he did every
demonic girl? Oh, well, it didn't matter, she was long
since over him.(P)
Angel sighed, it was another sleepless day. The
nightmares of what he had done in the past consumed
him when he slumbered, so, he'd rather not sleep that
to see the atrocities that Angelus committed. Angel
pulled himself up from the bed and ran his hands down
his face; his dark brown eyes worn from lack of sleep
and his hair was more disheveled than usual. Angelus
had ruined everything. . . if it weren't for Angelus
he could be with.
No, he couldn't even think her name. It had been
nearly a year and he hadn't been able to get over her,
so, he just stopped saying her name. Stopped picturing
her in his mind, and stopped thinking about the
memories they shared. It was better to forget than to
dwell and drown in his misery. . . or, his increased
misery. The souled vampire shook his head and began
the seemingly long walk toward his dresser.
He pulled on a white silk shirt, some slacks,
business shoes and, of course, the long black leather
duster that was his trade mark of sorts. After getting
dressed, he embarked on the long journey across the
basement and up the stairs so he could be in the main
office area.
Doyle had passed out on the couch the night
before. He woke up groggily on the couch. He had been
celebrating last night for some reason he couldn't
quite remember this morning. He groaned as he opened
his eyes. There was no sunlight coming in really, so
there was no light in his eye, he needed coffee, good
coffee.
He sat up slowly and ran a hand through his dark
hair. He needed to go out and get coffee before
Cordelia came and made her own recycled coffee.
Cordelia, she certainly was an interesting woman. He
loved her so very much and every time he was around
her he found it easy to hide, from her at least. Doyle
knew that Angel could see it. He just didn't know how
to tell Cordelia. He was part demon. but any demon was
evil, she made it perfectly clear how she felt about
things of that nature.
Doyle saw Angel as he came out of his office.
"Hey, buddy, just come up from a peaceful night of
brooding?" Doyle joked with a tired, lop sided grin
across his awakening face.
Angel looked up at him a friendly smile on his
face. The souled vampire kept his smile up despite the
news he was going to give Doyle. "I've had more dreams
about. . . about when I was, shall we say, less
brooding. I haven't gotten a good day's sleep in a
while now," he sighed. "I don't know why they're
coming in so strong now, I could normally block them
out before." Angel didn't seem to like this, his
stomach was tight as though he had a bad feeling.
Doyle shrugged, "I imagine something is coming."
was all he said not sure how else to phrase that, or
what he was talking about really. "I think
that...Agh." Doyle stopped and clutched a hand to his
head. Angel kneeled beside his friend who was suddenly
doubling over in agony. It was another vision, no
doubt. The souled vampire looked slightly concerned
and asked in a soft tone, "Are you okay, Doyle?"
Sometimes the visions would cause more pain than they
should, he hoped Doyle would be okay. If not, there
was always the books to see what was wrong with the
partial demon and how to fix him.
Doyle groaned. "Sunnydale. we'll have visitors."
he got out. "Aspirin." was all he asked for. "Huge
demons and a bad slayer." Angel listened to his friend
and went toward the kitchen-esque area of the Angel
Offices. He opened up the cabinet and began rummaging
through the food until his fingers finally reached the
medicine bottles. He handed the bottle of aspirin to
the partial demon.
Then asked him with concern, "you mean, Buffy will
go evil?" He felt his stomach tighten again even
though it had just loosened up. This time, however, it
tightened worse than it had before. The sick feeling
of dread over whelmed him. Agh, what was wrong with
him? Buffy would never turn evil.
"Thanks." Doyle said and took poured some scotch,
his usual combination after a vision. Someone had been
familiar. someone he couldn't quite place. "Not evil.
she just isn't very open." Doyle shrugged. "There was
fighting. amongst friends, and I saw a glimpse of
Ireland." Doyle sat down and chewed on his lips. He
was perplexed, why would he see a glimpse of Ireland?
His visions had always been vague. . . but were they
going false on him?
Angel's eyebrows furrowed for a moment in deep
thought. Buffy and her friends would fight? He
wondered why. . . their fights normally consisted of
who was going to get the doughnuts that time around,
not big fight. At the doughnuts thought, a smile crept
up to his face, a slight feeling of remembrance and
belonging. He shoved it aside, god damn it, he was
supposed to be over her by now! "Well, knowing them,
it won't last long. They can be dramatic at times," he
offered a weak smile. "Ireland? Interesting, do you
think anything is happening there?"
"Not currently." Doyle said shaking his head. "We
should wait for the visitors. Wait and see what
happens."
Buffy hammered her fist into the vampire and
continued her conversation. "Like I said, once a
demon, always a demon. I don't think we should trust
Chrimsen, I mean, she is partially demonic, and
regardless of if she is the sister of Doyle's brother,
I don't think we should be so keen to trust." Buffy
grabbed the vampire up off the ground and rammed her
stake into him.
"But you haven't even given her a chance!" Xander
objected. It had been a week since Chrimsen had
arrived and though it was a short period of time,
Xander had become good friends with her. She could be
a little quiet and distant at times, but she was also
really funny. And for once, Xander had someone who
could match his witty sense of humor.
Spike glowered at her. Typical, he had helped her
kick Adam's ass and she was saying that he was of no
help at all and was still a blood thirsty demon.
"Right, Slayer, if what you say is true, why is the
Big Bad not gnawing on your neck right now?" He
snorted, ungrateful, prejudice bitch.
Chrimsen walked with Willow. She was an
interesting girl. She was cute, and sweet and nice.
Chrimsen smiled. Her hair was braided, and she was
wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt. She still was not
used to the California heat, but she found it hard to
break out of her habit of sweatshirts. She would need
to find her brother soon. That's why she had been sent
here. Why she left Ireland, and previous. didn't do
much good to dwell on that now. She had to get away
those demons would have killed her.
"So, you came straight from Ireland, escaping a big
evil?"
"That's about the story." Chrimsen replied with a
slightly bored tone. Talking about herself really
didn't matter, but she would
"Anything that you like here in California?" Willow
inquired, she knew that Xander had a crush on the
girl. Things like that did not get past best friends.
She wanted to see if Chrimsen was interested in Xander
or not. Xander knew that Willow liked Spike and he was
just adjusting to the idea. Spike and Buffy had always
been a possiblity, considering Buffy defended him and
seemed to have a thing for 'good' vampires. Now Willow
and Spike too. . . Not that Spike would want her
anyway, she was geeky and scrawny.
"It's nice I think. A little to industrial for my
tastes, but it isn't bad." She paused for a moment
while looking around. "So, Xander is single?" Chrimsen
decided to cut right to the chase. She had been
becoming good friends with the man. He was strong,
sexy, really very funny.
"Yeah, he's a catch." Willow responded with a sly
grin. It seemed that Chrimsen also was interested.
Hopefully, that was a good thing, considering that the
last couple of people Xander had been with only hurt
him.
Xander made it to Willow and Chrimsen and smiled.
"Who's a catch?" Xander asked with a slight pant after
having to hasten his stride to catch up with them.
"None of your business, Alexander Harris."