This tale is different then the others. Angelus is no more, the Kalderash Gypsies cursed him with a soul and now he is Angel. He has just arrived in New York City. He will soon meet Sophie…. read on.

Sophie Evans, 1902

The City was beautiful. She couldn't believe it had taken her seventeen years to figure that out. She never really had time to appreciate its beauty, she just thought of it as a barrier. A place that was keeping her from all the places she wanted to see. She wanted to travel. But the only place she was going to travel to was up the street. Which was where she was heading, taking one of her many walks. Of course it wasn't far just a few blocks up the street and down an alleyway.

She rubbed her arms and pulled her zipper up. Ever since her parents started telling her that maybe she should start dating, that she become more independent. She forgot about her values of family life and moved out of the Upper East Side apartment.

Why was it that people were always trying to make decisions for her? Maybe it was the time, and she never felt that once she belonged in her time. She was always too independent and smart to think "in the box". She saw herself as a leader, only where she lived she would never become anyone huge.

She suddenly had a flash or a "devil dream" as her classmates and other people, who had been in the area when she had experienced one of these, called it. She saw a sight she had been seeing often a man, who was so handsome that her knees went weak at the sight of him. Fear came with that face, as if everything was telling her to say away from him. This

Time is was different. She sensed something had changed. She tried to see more but the image was gone and she opened her eyes. The feeling that accompanied it faded away as well and she went back to walking in the back alley. She did not care for any man and she didn't think she ever could, there were other things on her mind that were more important. She had duties to attend to, a future she knew she wanted and could achieve as long as nothing was on her mind. Some people didn't see it that way.

She turned down yet another alleyway, a habit since she moved, and kicked at that dirt on the streets. She saw a rat skitter by and she let out a puff of air.

She turned around and went out of the alleyway, not wanting to be there at all. She looked behind her once more and bumped into something. Whatever it was was clearly not paying attention to where he was walking so when he looked at her she knew that he was surprised to see someone. He had a faraway look in his eyes and it only took a minute for her to realize that he looked familiar.

"Oh." She said softly.

He looked at her, really looked at her, as if realizing for the first time that she was there. She could of sworn she heard him whisper, "Lili."

He blinked and his eyes seemed to glass over. She bit her lip and he reached out for her and touched her cheek. But then he drew back and said "No." firmly. And then he laughed, she shuddered…why did it sound so familiar?

"Not real." He seemed to say and took a step back.

"What?" Sophie asked.

"You can't be real."

If anyone else had said this to her she would have called him a pig and ran away. But he looked so tortured, so helpless and he was so handsome that she just stared at him.

Then he ran away, but he stopped at the mouth of the alleyway and whispered "I'm Sorry."

She scowled…but then new meaning came to his words. She didn't quite understand it all, but maybe she wasn't supposed to. She took a deep breath and let it out and then walked away.

She never thought about him again. She was just one in a line, after all.