Right, so, second chapter is up. It's told in mainly like it's Doyle's chapter, but they won't all be his. Some will, some won't. This is pretty much the story of what changes the first day after the new vision is given. Every chapter will be moment in time, chronologically, that change because of this one moment. I already have the first couple in mind, they should be up shortly.
The Oracles looked contemptously at the first seer assisting the souled vampire. They had already rebuffed the vampires attempts to bring this insignificant being back to life. This did not go over well with a lot of people. Apparently the charge thought his significance was slightly more than they had anticipated.
It was with him that they missed giving one vision. The outcome was still the same, but for some petty, probably mortal, reason, this needed to be redone. The half-breed would have to get his vision.
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Alan Francis Doyle sat humming nervously, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of Angel's GTO. He had only made his way into the mansion of Russell Winters a few seconds before, but his shadowy figure had been lost on Doyle's eye for what seemed like an eternity. He promised him five minutes waiting out here. The likelihood that he would stay the whole time seemed unlikely. This was not his job. He was a teacher, not a vision-guy and certainly not a fighter.
One minute passed. He alteranatively began to check the time, cursing the short span the hand on his watch travelled each time. He thought of how he got there. What he had done. Letting those people die was not a brave thing to do. He was not brave. This Angel character certainly seemed to be doing the right thing a lot, and he was a vampire! If he couldn't do the right thing as often as a blood-sucking half-demon, what chance did he have with his new, unwanted occupation?
One minute, thirty seconds. He did not sign up for this. He was supposed to be sitting at home grading papers or volunteering at the soup kitchen. It wasn't his fault he was a half-breed. Who could blame him if his life spiraled down a bit after finding his whole life was a lie? He made his decision, he was out of there. He looked around for a moment or two, trying to ensure no one could bare witness to his moment of cowardice. Again. His fingers nervousy and slowly made their way to the key still sitting in the ignition. His index barely grazed the keys when his head threatened to split open. He quickly slammed his hands to his face in a vain attempt to keep that from happening as the vision hit:
Angel took several bullets to various areas before falling to one knee. At his side was a woman. She wasn't recognizable to Doyle, but she was gorgeous to him. A troubled look plastered on her face, she looks up to the sound of a large group of people, vampires, something closing in. The scen cut to himself, standing by the gate and a smoking car.
He silently cursed to himself as his vision began to return to normal. Things were not going to go well inside that mansion, he could make that out. The girl Angel was trying to save looked to be in bad shape- well, at least where her current predicament was concerned. Most importantly, running no longer seemed like an option. The car's destruction seemed imminent. Doyle let out a furstrated sigh before making his way to the security guard's post and releasiing the gate. With impressive silence the gate opened, He broke into a run towards the home, frantically trying to imagine a situation in which he could possibly have a plan.
When one never came he found the thankfully now unlocked front door an excellent place to start. Looking above himself to the second floor he saw that guns were not yet drawn.
"You're about to get you're ass kicked," confidence leaked out of the unknown woman's voice. She was directing the comment towards Winters, who had just begun to grapple with Angel. Doyle quickly moved up the staircase towards the fight. Before he could make it though, the noise of oncoming forces. He looked toward Angel and back to an unsuspecting girl. Apparently she didn't hear people coming. A possible perk to his recent demonhood appeared to be a few heightened senses. As Angel let out a well placed kick towards Winters, Doyle decided he could hold his own and moved toward the girl.
"Come with me" he said, more brusque than he had originally intended.
"Hey, who are you?" She asked, clearly not willing to follow Doyle blindly anywhere.
"I'm with Angel over there. He's a bit preoccupied, so I'll be your rescuer for tonight." he replied, pushing her to a slightly safer room.
She hesitated for a moment. Considering whether or not he deserved her trust. Before she could protest they had made their way into a cramped, dark closet. Above them, Doyle clicked the lamp on, shedding light on the akward situation. They stood no more than an inch from eachother. Doyle slightly taller stature put his nose just grazing the top of her head. He tilted his head back slight and lowered his head to see her. Similarly, She backed up and tilted her head up slightly. A beat of silence ensued.
"I'm-"
"So what's the plan genius? Hide in a broom closet?" She cut off before he could introduce himself.
"Shh" He warned.
"Don't shush me, some knight in shining armor" she grumbled.
"There are about four vamps barrelin' down on Angel any second now. Keep it down," he said in a quite and frustrated voice. Silence fell once more as he thought up a possible plan. They still had a few moments before the vampires would even cross there path. He knew what the best possible solution would be, but was not looking forward to their consequences.
"Stay here for a sec," he said with a sigh. Of all the people in the world he was comfortable with seeing him as a demon, a striking woman with a seemingly short tolerance for much of anything was not one of them.
"No way, I'm not gonna be locked in a closet to fend for myself-"
"I'll make sure no one gets in, but you have to trust me that you don't want to see-"
"Fine, just go. Incompetant-" Doyle left the closet before he could hear the rest of the biting remarks upon his competance. He was still kind of new at the rescue thing.
Just as the click of the door was heard he morphed into his demon form. In front of him, three vamps were just about to enter the fray. Looking around, Doyle found a few shards of a broken chair and picked up the sharpened wooden pieces. One of the vamps, holding a gun, took aim at Angel. Before he could pull the trigger Doyle lept forcefully onto his back, knocking both the gun and the assailant to the floor. With his demon strength he managed to quickly push the stake through the chest of the vampire and the hand he had futily used to protect his undead heart. The second vampire then took Doyle to the ground, the two wrestled for position as Angel, momentarily distracted by the new arrivals was struck down by Winters before he fled the scene. In the meantime, the third vampire picked up the gun and took aim at Angel.
Several rounds hit their mark before Doyle could move from the dust of the latest vamp and the third. Both he and Angel quickly dismantled the vampire. Reinforcements were once again on their way and Russell Winters was nowhere to be found.
"We should go," Angel winced through gritted teeth, holding his side.
Doyle made his way to the closet their damsel was protected. The door flew open and Doyle found himself on the brutal end of a very thorough broom attack.
"Ow- What the Hell-" He attempted to grab shield his body as the onslought continued, Angel grabbed the broom, flung it aside and picked her up.
"We have to get out of here Cordelia, stop hitting him" He yelled, throwing himself over the banister and back to the first floor, Doyle bounding down the steps in suit.
"You're all evil again, aren't you?' Cordelia Chase asked, turning her assault now to the already injured Angel.
"If I was, why would I be saving you?"
"I don't know, you're pretty weird with the evil-genius plots"
"I'm not a bad guy. Ask Doyle,"
"Oh, you mean the demon guy?" The dark covered Doyle slightly hurt look as they continued frantically towards the car.
"Yeah, I can trust a demon and a vampire," she snorted.
"Well you're going ta have to, aren't you princess" Doyle finally snapped. "I don't see anyone else offering ya assistance against Winters"
Silence fell between them for the third time that night. Broken by a groan by Angel, they placed him in the backset and Doyle took the wheel of the car.
LATER THAT DAY
Angel had left once again. This time on his own to deal with Russell Winters, leaving Doyle and Cordelia alone for the first time since that night. At first, she refused to speak, and he allowed her to do so. Demons did not exactly have a good track record with anyone let alone a person from Sunnydale, home of a hellmouth, a fact he learned from Angel a few minutes prior. He sat reading the paper, looking up from it occasionally to watch her clean the top floor and shed ridiculous light on the home of a vampire. Finally, after and eternity of the two in exactly in the same roles, she spoke.
"So you're a demon, but you're not evil?" She asked skeptically.
"Half demon technically. And yes. I only just found out myself what I am. Not exactly thrilled about it either." He replied, mumbling the last part.
"But it makes you all super strong and stuff," She said, almost complementing him.
"Yeah, but people don't exactly react well. As you and that umbrella well know" He retorted, not noticing the slight apologetic look she gave him.
"I've never seen any de- half demon- not out for blood. Even Angel was evil for a good part of the time I knew him" she said, continuing to clean.
"I have a choice, I don't want to hurt anyone, so I don't change very often. Helps make me look normal,"
"Well, you're certainly not normal." She replied back. However for the first time since they had met, it wasn't an insult.
Let me know what you guys think so far. If you wanted something to turn out differently, I can try to put it in. R&R