To the best of my knowledge Angel is still the property of Joss Whedon.
All homage to the great creator Joss!
Angel's POV
She was just a teenager. Her skin was a soft tannish-brown, reminding me of caramel candies with a mane of black hair, thick and wavy, topping her head falling to just below her shoulders. Her dark eyes were wide with a slight slant on the outer edges, the line of her jaw was smooth sleek jaw line and she had high cheek bones. She had full lips that suited her caramel skin.
"Why would the PTB send you here to help me?"
"I suppose it is for warrior skills and talents."
My gaze quickly took in her muscular arms and abs on her five foot nine frame. I was too easy to notice her full breasts (a little fuller than I would have expected on someone so young) and the distinct flare of her hips. She was tall with a perfect hourglass shape. Quite simply she was more than beautiful, she was quite striking. Okay, that's not good. I quickly shook my head to clear my thoughts, remember - just a child.
Evangeline wore deep rust colored leather pants that stopped just above her knees, her top was the same color and material, holding her firmly in place but stopping just below her sternum, leaving lots of smooth, toned, bare skin showing on her abdomen. She wore black boots, and I noticed that there were two handles protruding from each boot by the side of her knees. Along with the katana sword on her back she carried two small daggers, one on each hip.
"I'm guessing your talent has something to do with knives...Do you think you have enough sharp things strapped to you?
She cocked her head strangely and looked at me. "That and my people's blood is poisonous to predators and we are immune to preternatural infections such as from weres and vampires."
Changing the subject, I said, "Okay, first things first, if you're hungry I can scramble you some eggs."
She nodded and slid into the chair closest to the door. I a set about making her breakfast, as I did I asked, "I'm making coffee if you'd like some."
"Thank you that will be fine. Now I would ask you the same question you asked me: Why would the PTB, as you call them, name you Earth's champion?"
She just jumped right to the heavy questions.
"The short answer is that a long time ago, I was cursed by gypsies, my soul was returned to me so that I could know and feel all of the sorrow I had caused. I've spent the last century trying to be something other than a bloodthirsty killer."
"What would be the long answer?"
I placed the plate of eggs before her, unsure if she like ketchup. Ketchup is Cordelia's favorite topping when I make eggs, so I grabbed the bottle from the fridge just in case and set it on the table.
She waited quietly as I handed her a fork and poured two cups of coffee. I was in no hurry to rehash all of my inner insecurities.
I sat down after I placed the milk and sugar on the table and stared into my cup. Where should I begin? Shouldn't I be working on sending her back to wherever she came from?
"You know that's not really important right now, I think we need to focus on a way to get you home."
She stared at me intently.
"What?" I asked.
Evangeline's POV
"You are not what I thought, at every turn you surprise me and act out of character to what you are, " I said to the demon facing me.
"Yeah, thanks for that, um compliment," he replied lifting his cup to his mouth and drinking deeply.
I felt my eyes grow wide, "How can this be? First, you helped those two women those rogues sought to prey upon and now I see you drink something other than blood?"
"It's my soul, once it returned the demon left. I choose to help rather than harm and I like coffee."
"In all my training, I never heard of any thing as miraculous as this...you even have human friends. Do they know that you are a vampire?
"Yes," He replied looking uncomfortable. "Enough about me tell me about you and your world so that we can start work on getting you home. Let's start with what you were doing and where you were before the PTB dropped you here, maybe that will offer so clues.
As I listened to him, my mind raced and I said softly, "What if there is no going back? What if this is my destiny?"
"Destiny is not written in stone. I like to think that we have a choice no matter what the PTB say."
Evangeline had slowly start to relax while we talked, so when she suddenly began looking around, I knew something was up. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Uhmm," she stuttered, "I need to use..."
"Oh!" I jumped from my chair as the realization hit me and I pointed her towards the bath room. "It's over there, help yourself."
It's been a long time since I'd had a house guest and was out of practice at remembering normal humans needed little things like bathroom breaks. I stopped and thought about what else she might need ... things like a shower and sleep would probably be good at some point.
I was grabbing towels from the closet as she exited the bathroom.
"I thought you might like to cleanup and rest. I have a spare room you can use." She nodded and I handed her the towels, "Do you need me to explain how the bath works?"
"No I can figure it out, we have plumbing on my world too."
"Yea, that's good...when you're done the spare room's this way. If you're not tired you can watch TV, just make yourself at home." I picked up the remote and quickly showed her how to turn it on and off and change the channels.
As she marched back into the bathroom, I thought about one more vital thing she would need in the near future: Food!
I kept a steady supply of coffee, eggs and condiments in my apartment – I was sure she'd need more than that for her next meal. I was going to need some help so I went to the phone and started calling in help from my team.
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